#reveal gone wrong

[dclovesdanny]

Dead serious

3/4

Danny had always had a high pain tolerance. It came from both his injuries and the bullying at school(plus the times at home when the food fought back or weapons misfired.) it was something he was grateful for as phantom. It meant that shots that would’ve kept any normal person down, didn’t phase him as much. He was delighted when he realized his soulmate was not getting hurt as much now then he was when they were young(Danny refuses to think about how he was researching child abuse, and had to put his laptop away at nine years old when he started to realize that he qualified for it too.) he hoped his soulmate was safe.(he was so so sorry they had been stuck with him. He was so so sorry they had to feel this pain. At night sometimes he worried about they hated him for making them suffer, tracing over the Lechtenberg scars and hoping his soulmate was somehow oblivious to the pain. right now he could only help his soulmate didn’t feel him being cut open.)

Damien had always been conflicted about his soulmate. Growing up, he was taught soulmates for a weakness, so he ignored the pain that would come from his soulmate. However, father taught him soulmates were gift, and slowly became more used to his soulmate.(he often worried for his soulmate, wondering if there’s any way to find him. It only seemed that his soulmate was getting worse pain as Damien got away from the league.)(Alfred and Drake were the only ones there when his soulmate was electrocuted. The pain was worse than anything Damien had felt, and he was brought to his knees for a few agonizing seconds. When he came to, Drake was crowding around him while Alfred prepared medical supplies. He was only ever able to inform a broken voice that his soulmate had gotten hurt.(he was never so relieved when the next day he felt poking sensation in his arm that wasn’t his.))

It was in the middle of dinner when he felt the tearing sensation across his chest, and he couldn’t help but let out a wine, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. Pain was excruciating, and he barely managed to choke out the words “My soulmate” before the pain got loud enough that he had to bite his tongue to keep from letting out yells. Even all of his torture training didn’t make sense in the face of this. He could barely register what was happening around him. He didn’t even notice father calling Constantine to see if there was a way to track down his soulmate or a way to make the pain stop. He couldn’t even feel Grayson‘s arms around him. All he could feel the pain of being cut open, of being vivisected. All he could do was hope against hope that his soulmate could be found before the pain stopped for good.

[rinriniisthekatch]

When Jazz was really young, before Danny was born. She was often taken to the lab. She would learn and learn until she felt like she couldn't anymore.

It was only when Jazz was 10 years old that the radioactive ectoplasm spilled on her eyes. Rendering her blind.

Whereas Danny gained Ghost abilities, becoming a Halfa. Jazz gained a 2nd sight.

When they were off it was a pale blue hazy color. On; they glowed green allowing her to see above the heads of the living their time.

Their time to die, to live, to be reborn. She saw it all. She knew her brother was going to be a ghost, but she couldn't stop it. Not when it was predestined.

In order to escape her parents and Vlad's ugly attempts to take Danny away again, she went to the most disgusting, vile, darkest place. It was Lady Gotham, who welcomed the ghostling and the Seer to her city.

[agent-sushi-fbi]

Unluckiest Lucky Cat (Ao3 Excerpt)

“They’ve got guns! Ma’am, run!” A voice came through the mess of noise from the city, panic licking his senses and Danny made a split second decision.

“Fuuuuuckkkking damn it all!” Danny shouted, ignoring the affronted gasps from the old women huddled nearby on another bench. He hopped up and sped off, trying to make his running a little slower to match that of an average human until he got out of the throng of people flooding the streets.

As Danny ran, he thought of the vigilantes who called Gotham home. Why had none of them shown up yet? He could hear everything that was happening from twenty blocks away, the wails of victims and rounds of bullets breaking apart an entire building. He couldn’t leave this alone, his core screeching at him to help protect innocent people, so he would do it. But where were Batman and his Furry Brigade?

[skylersprompts]

DC X DP Prompt *19*

Daniel Kane knew that he was different. The older he got, the more he remembers about a different life. A life with a different older sister - Jazz - and not in Gotham, but somewhere in the Midwest. But he didn't dwell on it to much. He loves his sister Martha and he couldn't be happier for her. She married Thomas Wayne and they both seemed to be so in love. Then Martha got pregnant and a few month later he held his little godson/nephew Bruce in is arms.

Daniel stayed close to the Waynes and was more often in their house then not. But he also started to remember more, things that seemed impossible. Like a blues skinned, floating boy/man/grandpa. Sometimes when he looked in the mirror, his features looked wrong for a split second. White hair, green eyes and far to young. But he pushes all of this away and tries to live a normal life.

Then his sister and Thomas die. So he does the only right thing and becomes little Bruce's Guardian. It's hard, even with Alfred's help. But he tries do be there for him, while grieving behind closed doors.

When Bruce comes to him, to tell him about his idea to protect the people of Gotham, he first wants to objects, but something tells him that this needs to happen.

So after a few years Bruce becomes Batman. And Daniel worries every night, but he somehow knows that his nephew is doing the right thing.

And as their family grows, he can´t help but be grateful, even though his memories become more and more distorted. It was like he had a life before this one. A life of a normal middle class kid, then a teen hero with outlandish powers. But he was never much older than Damien in his memories, even though he got a new one almost every night.

At some point he started to write everything down. He hid his notes from the rest of the family, until one day when he had a strange feeling. He left everything out in the open for the others to find.

Daniel Kane wasn’t seen again after this day.

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The same day, a black haired teen stepped into a portal to another dimension, dying without dying.

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Clockwork had a sad smile on his face. But this was what had to be done to right the timeline. Danny Phantom couldn’t exist without Daniel Fenton, so he needed to make sure that this time someone was around who could also protect his human side.

After his identity got revealed accidentally and his parents captured him, it didn’t take long till his human half couldn’t take it anymore. He was only able to rescue the full Ghost of Danny Phantom and it took so long for the young ghostling to heal.

He send his soul back to reincarnate in the past so that they could change everything and he was again able to become the Ancient of Balance. But the moment that Daniel Fenton formed as a Ghost the soul of Phantom had to be reabsorbed into him. And so Daniel Kane would no longer exist.

But Bruce Wayne would still see him as family and Danny would get the family he deserved, even if he didn’t know this anymore.

[raventao]

DCxDP idea

What if ...

Reveal gone wrong, Danny and Dani are discovered by Jack and Maddie who react badly, to say the least. They expirament on them for a weekend (Jazz was gone and they wanted to be done before she got home. Obviously they wouldn't want to upset their daughter with confronting her with the knowledge that Danny was dead, had veen for a wbile now, and that Phantom had killed him and was wearing his body like a meat puppet.) Before they literally sell them off to the GIW. Vlad and Team Phantom don't find out about this until it's too late and aren't able to break them out. They try anyway, of course, but Vlad isn't even able to get on the premises due to a ghost shield, and Team Phantom is just liminal enough to ping the alarm despite being human enough to get past the shield. They all get captured as well. No one knew where they were, and the GIW denies Mayor Master's claims that the kids were being held by them.

Out of options, Vlad makes a call. He's going to fix this properly his way. It takes a week of back and forth and several bribes all over the east coast, but Vlad has finally found what he's looking for. It takes considerably less effort to set up a meeting with Deathstroke than it took to seek him out, but now that he has his attention, he places two folders in front of him. "I have two jobs for you. One is more time sensitive than the other, but both do need to be taken care of immediately should you accept." He states seriously. Inside one folder are two pictures and a small dossier on both Drs Fenton. Inside the other is everything he and Technus had been able to dig up on the GIW, the facility they were keeping the kids in, and the Anti-Ecto acts as background for why the government thought they could commit the atrocities Vlad knew they were deep inside the compound. There is also a small list in the back of the folder: Daniel Fenton, Jasmine Fenton, Samantha Manson, Tucker Foley, Danielle Masters, and Valerie Gray.

"I want the Doctors Fenton dead. I don't care how. Preferably slowly and painfully, but I am aware that could take time away from the other job." Vlad says, tapping the second folder. "This is a government facility, one that has stolen my daughter, my godchildren, and their friends. I want it, the ground it stands on, and all of the agents inside it razed to bedrock. Not even ash or bones left." He seeths.

"Rescue missions seem more like a professional hero's scene." Slade muses flatly. "Have you considered the Juatice League?"

"Heros won't kill these bastards, and prison is too good for them. My daughter, Danielle, is likely already dead by their hands. She was already only tentitvly stable before the Fenton's expiramented on her, and I doubt the GIW have been treating her any better. I will be damned to the burning lake of fire before I let Daniel and Jasmine meet the same fate. I will pay whatever I must to ensure my children be returned to me alive. Their friends too, I suppose. I would never hear the end of it if I left them. Daniel might even try to go back in for them, even at the risk of his own life. Just name your price, money is no object." Vlad argues back.

[lazerswordweilder]

It was a normal day in a coffee shop when Phantom walked in, he wasn’t running or screaming to evacuate which was points to this was a good thing, what tipped the scale though was the fact that his chest was cut open and being held closed but duct tape, he slammed two solid gold coins on the counter “The strongest thing you have?” he asked, he sounded exhausted.

“Uh- sir, you’re…” I stuttered

“I got dissected.” Phantom said calmly “They’re after me. Can you make my coffee before Da- Jacks driving skills outclass fate?” Phantom asked. That’s it, I decided, I quit tomorrow.

[jackdaw-and-hattrick]

Danny’s parents don’t vivisect him when he tells them he’s Phantom

They don’t even reject him. They pull him into a tight hug and cry, whispering broken-voiced apologies as he talks about what he’s been through. But that doesn’t mean everything is fine. He doesn’t see the way they tense, the wild-eyed looks they share as they come to terms with their new reality. Their baby is dead. He’s dead and it’s their fault. Every shot. Every new weapon they were sure would be the one to take that dreaded menace down. Fuck, every hours-long rant about just what they’d like to do with that dastardly Phantom if they ever got their hands on him. Danny paling as he learned to fear them. Jack and Maddie had always worked so hard to protect their children. Sure, they hadn’t always been perfect, but why else would they throw themselves into ghost hunting the way they had if not for their children? It had been for their children, right? Every sleepless night over blue prints and days hammering away in their labs or off chasing whatever spirit they had found, it had been to keep their babies safe, hadn’t it? Hadn’t it? Even the ghost portal, their magnum opus which let all these ghosties through in the first place had been so they could better understand their enemy. But it had been it which did their boy in. Had they missed out on so much of Danny’s childhood just to build the guillotine that came down on his neck? Their poor boy. He’d been through so much. What kind of parents were they if they couldn’t even keep their children safe in death? Didn’t their boy deserve to rest in peace? Why was the world so cruel? Was there anything they could do? Anything at all?

They didn’t deserve to live.

Their babies weren’t safe. Never had been. Never WOULD be, not so long as they existed.

There had to be a way. A way to keep them safe from the cruelty of this life and the next.

The Fenton parents knew well by now how to destroy a core. What if they… Was there a way to destroy one before it got the chance to form? If there was enough destructive ecto like they used in their guns (oh god, why did they have so many god damned guns?), any core would theoretically be wiped out before it got the chance to form properly. If they took everything down to the lab, rewired the portal a bit, just enough to make it unstable… it would be easy enough to get Danny and Jazz down there, all they’d have to is ask (they had such good kids). They could just… lock the lab doors. Tell the kids to count to three. It would be so easy.

Could they do this?

They had to

They were parents, they needed to make sure their babies were safe

No matter the cost

[mossycobblestonewrites]

DANNT PHANTOM PROMPT #2

Their poor sweet boy. How had they been so blind? That wretched thing stole their son from right beneath their noses. The sucked the life out of him and took it for itself. They hoped Danny had not suffered, when that ghost had taken everything he was, wrapping into into its own disturbed mirror.

There was only one good thing from this, another add on to their theory on ghosts. Yes, ghosts weren't sentient, that's why they stole the identities of the living - ripping it from them leaving them merely a puppet. At least their sweet Danny had taught them this, his last loving message.

That thing was not their son, he was only a poor imitation. Neither Maddie nor Jack could bring themselves to kill it, and they refused to hand over the last remains of their precious son to the GiW. So they kept him, the ghost that stole their boy.

TLDR; reveal gone wrong, the Fenton parents think that ghosts just steal the identities of the living now. They are keeping Danny around with this in mind, that's their little baby boy, even if it is a fake. They no longer treat Danny like a son, they are angry at him for 'stealing' their boy.

This could end with either redemption Vlad or with a dcxdp thing where a super finds out somehow (maybe a bat undercover or Superman just hearing something off) but it could just be very big angst ☺️

[ghostbsuter]

"I'll pay you 10 times the amount you were given to take me out." Bruce Wayne is, very out of character, super serious and looking at him so intense.

Danny isn't paid enough to figure out why the supposed himbo isn't acting like it.

"You know what? Yeah. Deal." He fishes his phone out, accepting the money transfer and calls his boss for the day.

"Heyyy big guy– yeah‐ I know... anyway! I'm not killing Bruce Wayne, you should find someone different to do it— bye!" And he hangs up, cutting the shouting with a grin.

"If you ever, and I mean, ever need someone out of the way, call me."

He happily hands his contact information to the billionaire and swoops out of the window.

He is rich! So mega rich!

("Did you just buy the mercenary?"

"He's a kid! I panicked!"

"At least you got a phone number??")

[tumbling-darkling]

Whatever Maddie had been expecting when she arrived, it probably wasn’t the coldest look Alicia could offer. She must not have noticed at first as Alicia’s sister jumped out of their monster of a vehicle, not even closing the doors as she ran towards the house.

But she came to a stop when she finally realized her sister wasn’t as happy to see her as she was. Her smile fading as she took in the cold, hard glare from Alicia.

Alicia was the first to speak.

“What did you do to him?”

Confusion was the first thing to cross her face before the realization, then the disbelief, “You DID see them?! And you didn’t stop Jazz?”

Alicia stalked forward, “Mads, what the hell did you do to your own son? To my nephew?”

“That’s what I was trying to tell you, it’s not Danny! It’s something that took his place and has convinced Jazz-!”

Alicia couldn’t believe what she was hearing, when had her sister become so… delusional? “Madeline. What did you do to Danny?”

“I was trying to find him! The ghost who replaced him-“ Maddie tried to talk over her, but Alicia tore through it with a much more strained voice.

“Ghost, Maddie? Again with these ghosts? Are you so far lost that you can’t even tell your children from your insane work?” Alicia practically snarled.

“They took Danny! That’s why I-, WE have to find them! Before that ghost takes Jazz too!”

Maddie was turning to walk away, and Alicia lunged forward and twisted her sister back around by the shoulder, “You don’t even realize what you’ve done to your own son! He’s probably dead now, because of you! While you’ve driven away your daughter, all under this DELUSION!”

“A ghost replaced him, Alicia!” Maddie snapped. “It took his place, I was trying to find him! And you’ve all been tricked! Manipulated into feeling empathy for that thing!”

She wasn’t getting through to her…

So Alicia used a tactic from when the pair of them were young, when Maddie would get so coiled up in her own brain and fail to pull back to see the bigger picture.

She would indulge Maddie to walk through those thoughts step by step, Alicia never actually needed to know too much about what Maddie would get worked up about. Pick up what she could from her sister and keep her going forward instead of in circles.

“How do you know a ghost replaced him, Mads?” Her voice had grown softer than before, but it seemed as though her sister didn’t pick up on that.

“We saw it turn from a ghost into something that looked like Danny!”

“And why would a ghost replace Danny?”

“Because ghosts are all malicious manipulators, especially that Phantom! Of course he was the one who stole my son…”

Alicia dug into her memories the times Maddie would rant about ghosts, and something stood out to her in that moment, “Didn’t you say that ghosts were echoes of the dead?”

Maddie paused, before slowly answering, “…yes. Just echoes. Nothing is real, they are no longer who they were when they were alive.”

“And how would you know that?” Alicia asked, barely giving Maddie a moment to argue before continuing, “an echo is still a piece of someone, they may no longer be exactly who they were when alive, but there is still a part of them as that ghost, right?”

Maddie opened her mouth before closing it again, her mind clearly working through what Alicia had said.

Jack had remained in the vehicle the entire time the two had been talking so far, and Alicia glanced to the man before back to her sister.

He looked… broken.

Maddie still hasn’t responded, and Alicia asked a question she was quickly dreading, “Mads… what did this ghost look like… before it turned into Danny?”

A quick hand to her mouth to cover a broken sob was all the information that Alicia needed.

“Oh Mads… what did you do?”

Maddie shook her head, stumbling backwards and Alicia had to catch her as she dropped to her knees, “it- … he… he looked like Danny. Different colours…his hair was white and his eyes were green instead but… he looked the exact same… there were scars on him… ones that looked like it was caused by lightning…”

Her sister burrowed her head into Alicia’s shoulder as she connected the dots in her head, sobbing, “is… is my little boy dead? Has he been dead this whole time?”

“Did… did I kill him a second time?”

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I saw this and got ideas! Love aunt Alicia content and always love when more crosses my dash!

Phic Phight 2024: Lies and Smoke

Prompt by @vigilant-insomniac: "Aunt Alicia hasn't been to Amity Park in a long time, she regrets not visiting her niece and nephew sooner.

She knew her sister and her brother in law were the mad type of scientists, but she always imagined them drawing the line when it came to their kids. She should've known better."

The world around Alicia's car was nothing more than a tunnel of darkness. She released one clawed hand from the wheel to fidget with the radio knob. No matter what station she changed it to, she received only static. It buzzed waspishly in her ears. The road stretched endlessly.

Alongside the droning noise, echoed Jazz’s panicked voice. Alicia's hand returned its death grip on the wheel. Voices faded in and out from the radio. Snippets of conversations that soon faded into the void.

Would her sister really do that to her kids? To Danny?

Parents’ weren’t supposed to have favorites. Well, so the movies said. But her parents had favored Maddie and Maddie clearly favored her son. Not that Jazz was unloved, Maddie (and Jack) very much adored the kids. But the baby of the family would always be the baby.

She turned a corner. A green sign lit up by her headlights told her she only had 40 miles left. The dim, green lights from the clock on her dash glowed 3:26.

What the hell was she going to do when she got there? Jazz couldn't give much detail, too busy hyperventilating over the phone. God, it must be bad, really bad if someone as level-headed as her could barely speak.

She looked over at her first aid kit in the passenger. Would that even be enough? She tugged on her chapped lips with her teeth. In her rear view mirror she caught a glimpse of the dark colored towels in the back seat. It felt more like she was going to help dispose of a body more than anything. She hoped that wasn’t what she was doing.

…

She parked down the road. She briefly pressed her forehead to the wheel before unlatching her fingers. She gathered the towels and clumsily slinked to the alleyway by the house. Despite the sky lightening up, Fenton Works loomed over her. The windows were like slate; they were lidded over with curtains and the small gaps between revealed dark, indistinguishable shapes. The house was still like a held breath. Should she try the back door?

There was movement in one of the windows near the back.

That answered her question.

She went to the back door and waited. The door opened only a sliver and a wild, light blue eye darted out. It took an uneasy moment before the eye recognized her. The door swung open fully to reveal Jazz cradling Danny in her arms.

The first thing Alicia noticed was the blood. It matted his hair, dripped caresses along his chin, and rolled down his arms.

“We need to go now,” Jazz whispered harshly through clenched teeth.

She started to grab the towels from Alicia with one hand which startled her into action. She helped Jazz wrap him up in them. She nearly dropped him at one point from the shock of how light he was. His eyelids fluttered, but never fully opened. He didn't even groan.

She tried to help hold Danny, but Jazz clutched him close to her chest and urged Alicia to rush down the alleyway and to the truck. She slid into the backseat with her brother and held his head gingerly in her lap. Alicia's hands trembled as they turned her keys still stuck in ignition and started pulling away from the curb.

“Do you have a first aid kit?” Jazz started pulling her hair up into a ponytail. “He needs care. I didn't have time to do anything at the house.”

“Shouldn't we take him to a hospital? I know we're… getting away from your parents, but maybe one out of town?”

“No hospitals,” she replied sternly. “I'll explain more later. Just know that my parents wouldn't be the only people we would have to worry about if we go to the hospital.”

Alicia shivered and passed the kit over without taking her eyes off the road. A moment passed and she spoke again.

“We'll have to stop at some point. I've been driving all night and I don't know how much longer I can drive.” She rubbed her eyes and refocused them on the road.

“I'll take over, if that's alright with you. I'd really prefer if we made it to your house before my parents realize we're gone.”

Alicia caught a glimpse of Jazz pulling out wound wash and cotton pads in her rear view mirror.

“That’s fine with me. I trust you not to crash the truck,” she said lightheartedly.

It fell flat but Jazz smiled briefly.

…

After Jazz took care of Danny as much as she could and Alicia could barely keep her eyes open, the pair switched spots. Alicia settled into the backseat and rested her nephew's head in her lap. Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, but she was determined to see the extent of his wounds before she nodded off. With a tenderness she couldn't remember the last time she used, she shifted the towels he was still blanketed in.

He was shirtless. She hadn't noticed that before. Then the bandages. They covered his whole torso. Already they were beginning to soak through. Oddly, the blood seemed to be one line up until it branched out on his chest. If she didn't know better, it looked like…

No. There's absolutely no fucking way. Her sister was eccentric. Not absolutely batshit insane!

The nausea was all consuming as she put the towels back in place. She pressed her eyes tightly closed like a child under a blanket. It was a long time before she could sleep.

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The truck stuttered to a stop, jolting her awake. Jazz had already slipped out. Alicia quickly got out of the car to stretch and pop her back. When had she gotten so old?

Jazz shakily lifted Danny into her arms. Alicia knew better than to offer help this time. They made their way to the sagging porch which groaned forlornly. She unlocked the door and Jazz pushed past to set Danny down on the couch. Her fussing started immediately.

She adjusted him into what she must have deemed the most comfortable position before kissing his forehead. Her lips lingered and her brows furrowed. As if second guessing herself, she pressed the back of her hand to his head. Then her palm. Then along his temples and cheeks. She stood and trained her gaze on Alicia who still stood by the (now closed) door.

“He's burning up,” Jazz said with a barely concealed waver. “He runs colder than normal, but right now he's warmer than me.”

“I'll get a rag. Maybe some ice packs.” Alicia scurried off in relief. Finally, she could be useful.

She returned with the supplies. Jazz had removed most of the towels, leaving only one underneath him. She took the wet rag and placed it over his eyes and forehead. Next, she took the ice packs and strategically placed them around his body. Alicia stepped back so Jazz could stand from her kneeling position.

“Do you have a cooking syringe? We need a way to administer water and maybe blended food.” She redid her messy ponytail as she spoke. “Also, do you have any sort of antibiotics? I'm worried the fever is from infection.”

“I don't have nothin’ more than Neosporin. I think the best we can do right now is clean the wound with actual soap and maybe some heat,” she said as she scratched her chin. “As for a syringe, there should be one in the third drawer by the sink.”

Jazz nodded her head slowly, her eyes cloudy in thought. She went to the kitchen and started searching through the drawer. Alicia left her to it and went up stairs to grab her bar soap and a hand towel.

When she came back down, Jazz was already placing the full syringe between his lips and teeth. She'd allow a few drops before stopping. It would be no good for him to drown at this point after everything. Alicia went to the kitchen to retrieve her biggest bowl and filled it with hot water. She hovered over Jazz’s shoulder until she finished up.

Jazz put the syringe on the coffee table and reached for the bowl, towel, and soap. Alicia passed it over easily.

“Go take a nap. I promise I'll take one myself once I'm done cleaning Danny.”

Alicia grunted in agreement and trudged upstairs to her room. She barely took off her boots before she passed out on her bed, feet still hanging off the foot of it.

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A shrieking ring startled Alicia awake. She rubbed at the drool on the side of her face and at her crusted over eyes. It was coming from her phone. She reached into her front overall pocket and answered it without looking.

“‘Ello?”

“Alicia!”

Her eyes bulged at the sound of her sister's frantic voice. Fuck.

“What's wrong?”

“Jazz is gone! And she took…. Look, are they with you?”

“Jazz and Danny? No.” She swallowed harshly and prayed that Maddie didn't hear it.

“Really?” Alicia could hear the furrow between her brows. “Well, if you do, stay away from Danny. It's not actually him. He tricked Jazz into thinking he is.”

There was a breathless sob on the other end.

“Al. I really need you right now,” she warbled. “I'm going through a tough time right now. I think it's better if I could tell you everything in person?”

Shitshitshitshitsh–

“Course, Mads.” Alicia mouthed fuck to herself over and over until Maddie spoke again.

“I'm giving you a heads up that I'm bringing Jack. I need him too. We should be there by tomorrow morning.”

“Okay.” Her fingers rhythmically clenched and unclenched around her phone.

“Love you, bye.”

“Bye.”

As soon as the call ended, Alicia threw her phone away from her. They were so fucked. She stood, checked her beside clock (had she really slept five hours?), and stumbled down the stairs as quickly as she could without eating shit.

“Jazz! Your parents are coming over. Your mom said they'll be by tomorrow morning. We're going to have to find somewh–” she froze.

Jazz had two fingers pressed tight to Danny's wrist. Stone still. She slowly turned to look at Alicia over her shoulder.

“He's not breathing. I can't feel anything.”

“Oh.” Alicia didn't know she could make a noise like that. Like she had been gutted.

Jazz lifted herself onto her feet, never letting go of Danny's hand. Her other one rested in his hair and slowly started stroking the ends.

“Listen, just… just go shower, okay? Then I'll shower. Then we'll figure out what we're going to do,” she murmured basically to herself.

Alicia nodded and clutched the wall for support as vomit rose to her throat. After a few steadying breaths, she choked it down. Call her a coward, but she was going to take any escape she could. It was all just too much too fast.

She bolted up the stairs and grabbed a soft, worn pair of jeans, a cotton t-shirt, and a pair of boxers. Her hands trembled the entire time, from turning the knobs to numbly scrubbing herself down. She didn't know how long she was in there, but by the end the water raised goosebumps along her flesh. She dressed herself quickly. A breath in, a breath out. She headed downstairs.

The couch was empty.

“JAZZ! JAZZ, WHERE ARE YOU?”

No response besides the mocking echo of her voice against the walls.

She rushed outside and skidded to a halt. Her truck was gone. Fresh tracks marred her dirt driveway. She stood there for a long time.

She walked the few miles to the nearest convenience store and back. She sat on her wilting porch which was sadder than usual and brought out her newly purchased lighter. She brought a cigarette to her lips, lit it, and smoked the first one she'd had in sixteen years. And she waited for her sister to come home.

[dclovesdanny]

Prompt:

After a reveal gone wrong, Danny flees Amity. He knows he can’t go to Jazz, she’s in college and definitely couldn’t afford to take care of him. Here’s to hoping Uncle Waylon can help him.

[spiders-in-the-primrose]

Danny is the Kenny McCormick of the DC universe

Danny ends up in the DC universe with Kenny's type of immortality where anytime he dies he comes back and people forget his death.

except for people who were dipped in the Lazarus pits or had prolonged exposure to them can remember his death.

this becomes an issue for Tim Drake who seems to be the only one who remembers that Danny Nightingale was killed by one of the Joker's goons during the field trip to the planetarium

it also becomes a problem for Red Hood who has seen this kid die twice, once via a stab wound and another by a bullet to the head

[nightjars-nest-art]

"Found ya."

[skylersprompts]

DC x DP Prompt *22*

His mom is dead.

It had been sudden, unexpected. But on the other hand it should have been obvious. Mom and Dad always were lax with the lab safety. And ectoplasm was radioactive. The cancer had taken her.

His Dad was sure the ghost killed her.

Jack Fenton wasn't his jolly self anymore. He tried to rip every being apart he labelled as Ghost.

And the he saw Danny transform.

"Abomination"

"Ghost scum"

"Murderer"

Danny fled through the portal into the realms. His father's words echoing in his head. He stayed on a lone island, crying for the parents he lost.

His rouges started to get desperate. The Ghostling wouldn't fight them or even talk to them. He just sat there, crying or sleeping.

It was Desiree who approached him again.

"What do you wish for? I won't twist your words"

And Danny was desperate himself. He wanted to go home. To hug Mom and Dad. To be loved.

"I just wish my Dad would love me", his sobbing made it hard to understand, but Desiree understood clearly enough.

The next time Danny opens his eyes he can't see a thing. And he can't really move. He is laying in a wooden box. He is in a coffin! All he can think before the panic sets in, is:

'My Dad just loves me, if I died completely?'

Unbeknownst to him, above his coffin is a headstone.

The headstone of Jason Peter Todd-Wayne.

[dailyjermasparkle]

it's giving mona lisa

[scraps-n-starters]

I have this scene in my head. Of Nightwing sidling on towards a spot with a great vantage of where Haley's is getting set up for a visit, him finding one little ghost with a mauldin look and a heavy set to his shoulders. A soft chit chat under the dusk light as everything settles a little. Too far from the warm glow and bright laughter of that striped tent.

"You ever wonder what it'd be like if one tiny thing never went wrong?"

"All the time."

And so Wing pries out one more sob story on a chill fall roof. A surprise little one left behind in a hospital because of a heart condition there weren't the resources to care for. Not with a rambunctious 7 year old already and shows, follow ups and medications, testing and medical bills.

(The Fenton's, curiously happy to take on a little one who's already had a brush with death alongside his first breath. A little brother like Jazzy had been longing and arguing for.)

And Dick's stomach drops because he remembers. A hospital in Illinois, the worry, the strained expressions, the stress.

Can see the curve of his mother's nose, the thick fluff of wind tousled hair they share (one black, one now a luminescent white), the set of their father's eyes. In this dead and gone child's face.

(Another little brother lost far from Dick's reach)

Daniel Marcus Grayson for only as long as it took for the ink on the adoption papers to dry.

The Ghost Of A Grayson That Never Was