Spirit Halloween Ship where Danny is Dan and Dani's Dad, Danny starts a small tech business in where he invents stuff which catches the attention of WE and Danny is so in for it. Danny meets Bruce Wayne, He falls Inlove.

He is still a Halfa and with that His Ghost Half and Human Half have mixed Courting Processes. Danny tries to flirt with Bruce, Which failed miserably(Unsurprising.). Danny tries to court Bruce Ghost Way with taking him to deathaversarry(Danny why.), Taking Bruce out on a cemetery picnic(DANNY NO—) and many more! But, Bruce didn't seem to get the hint and think they're just really close friends(yowch). Danny now tries all the human ways of courting and eventually finds out that Serenading the Man and Getting him gifts such as flowers/bouquets was a goddamn effective idea!

Dan and Dani forms a Bond with Dami over their fathers being simping idiots. Danny is a simp, a hardcore simp that's obsessed(Danny.....) with Bruce! That's a bit concerning? Danny is forever shameless and he's smitten with Bruce and Bruce is very confused of his emotions towards Danny.

There weren't a lot of Rogues that Damian approved of. Some were correct in their assessment, like Poison Ivy , who pointed out that people were destroying the planet, but she went about changing things in all the wrong ways.

But this one, a practical phantom, had caught his interest. None of his family have managed to catch him, and aside from attacking people found abusing animals or other civilians, he had committed no violent crimes.

No, this person's MO was to break into abandoned homes, factories, businesses, and "areas of notice" to turn them into animal sanctuaries overnight. That or he would build odd structures in random places for stray animals or homeless people to crawl into for safety and warmth.No one knew how he did it as it seemed many of these structures were fused together to build them in the absence of nails or adhesives.

Whats more is that these creations were large and incredibly durable, making them a nightmare to remove or take apart.

As an artist himself, he didn't exactly see the abstract formations as an eyesore, but was instead intrigued by them, regardless of what he told the others.

Honestly, he thinks father is after this person not for justice but for the need to know.

Especially after one of the largest of these installations popped up inside Wayne Enterprises own lobby without a trace or hint of how it got there.

As Danny is rummaging through a heap of scraps disguised as a homeless man, he wonders what he should make next and where to put it

Dead Serious

1/4

Damian hadn’t died until he was nine. He didn’t learn about soulmates or except the reality of them until a year after he went to live with father. It was two years after that that is soulmate, started dying again and again.

Damien would find whoever was constantly killing his soulmate and she would make sure that person suffered. Already knew his soulmate must have been a meta-in order to still be alive. After so many deaths, he would’ve suspected human trafficking if the thoughts weren’t so mundane. They were thoughts of tiny things, a place called the nasty burger or complaints about ‘The Fruitloop’. They were childish and well Damian did not like his soulmate dying so much. It did give him an insight onto his soulmate.

Damien felt his heart dropping into his stomach on the day his soulmates last thoughts were ‘they’re going to cut me up if they find me.’

It had been four concerning weeks of radio silence since, and Damien had never felt so scared. No matter what though, he was going to find out what they did to his soulmate and avenge him.

Meanwhile, ghosts have an innate sense of their soulmate or rather what soulmate is generally feeling. Danny is Getting pretty concerned with how angry his soulmate has been getting, but he can’t do anything for that right now. Right now, he has to lay low, and Gotham is the perfect place for that.

# Dcu x Dp 207

People started to notice that stars are disappearing at a rapidly pace. The Justice League have been trying to figure out what is happening and if it could be a threat, during a meeting with Green lantern Batman stood up and said that he knows what's happening and that he be back. No one could get anything us from him before he left, when Batman came back he was carrying a small child, the child had a mask had white hair that floated as though underwater, the child had pointed ears and was wrapped in a blanket covered in shiney stars. Batman put the child down in front of the window and told him that he need to put back the stars that he took because there weren't his.

Clark was sent from Krypton as a child. Jor-El never told his wife, Lara Lor-Van, but as with all unmanned ships, there was a risk of failure. Anything could go wrong, after all. He never told her that he'd sent two ships.

One had Kal-El, their son.

The other, sent just a little bit after, held the clone of Kal-El.

Jor-El's reasoning was simple; Kryptonians were about to be an endangered species. He needed to make sure that at least a clone of their child made it, for the sake of preventing their species from completely dying out.

Was it immoral?

Yes.

Did he have the luxury to acknowledge that?

No.

If one ship failed, then the other would make it. One way or another, a Kryptonian would escape and live on. If he'd had time, he would have made more than one clone, but as it stood he'd only been able to make the one.

The readings from it were...odd. There was a possibility that the clone would be incapable of many natural Kryptonian abilities. But the clone was 100% Kryptonian, genetic anomaly or no. And Jor-El was at the point where he'd take what he could get.

~~~~~~

Kal's ship landed in a field, where he was picked up by farmers. Kal was raised in a loving, caring household and, with time, was able to learn about his Kryptonian heritage.

The clone's ship landed in the woods, hidden from the world, with such force that the ship was essentially destroyed. The clone was picked up by a man who thrived on isolation, who lived in a cabin, and who had an unnatural fear of ponies. Thus the clone's sense of priorities were...off.

The clone was named Jack Fenton, and as he would never come into his powers beyond super strength, he would also never know his Kryptonian heritage.

~~~~~~

Years later, Danny Fenton and Jazz Fenton are on a school field trip to the Hall of Justice, and the massive security system privately alerts the heroes on monitor duty of something it considers just a little important.

Naturally, this causes a lot of confusion.

Idea.

A pair of married Cryptid Hunters are tracking Bigfoot through the wilderness when they come across baby Jack.

They decide to adopt Jack.

Everyone in the family can tell that Jack isn’t human but don’t know what he is. Everyone has their own theory of what Jack could be and no one can agree on his species.

After a myriad of benign tests to ensure that Jack isn’t a changeling or a baby Bigfoot (he could grow into his fur Gerald!), the Fenton family decide to raise him as human.

However, it does become a reoccurring “joke” for various Fenton relatives to trick Jack into interacting with things their individual species theory says Jack would be weakened to. Jazz and Danny are also included in the “joke”.

Danny could not tell you how many times his relatives have been disappointed when he uses a cold iron spoon to eat Aunt Miriam’s famous holy water and wolfsbane soup.

Oddly enough this treatment has given Danny a high resistance to things that ghosts are traditionally weak to via exposure therapy.

The only reason Danny was never exposed to Blood Blossoms and built up a tolerance to that was because Uncle Louie used the last of the Fenton reserves a decade before Danny was born to make sure Jack wasn’t a ghoul.

Coming from the other end with Clark would this not mess with Lex so much. He knows Clark has to be Superman then this happens.

Look everyone we found my biological fraternal twin brother who was also adopted! I never knew he existed as like me he was a closed adoption. They even left him in a different state from me. Here are my niblings and his lovely wife. Look our kids get along great! Why yes he sure is not allergic to that one rare alien mineral. He and his wife are scientists and built a portal to punch a hole into another dimension. They are working on green energy.

Meanwhile Batman with Oracle's help has created a false set of paperworks for Jack as unlike the Kent's the Fenton's never bothered to even try to hide that they just found a baby. Nope just showed up in town the next time with a baby. Where did they get that baby? It just was wondering in the woods. Well if their parents come back for them we will point them to you. What are they going to do track down a mystery baby that showed up how long ago in the middle of nowhere? It is too late anyway they have bonded with the fenton's. They might be weird but an't nothing hurting a fenton kid.

I Couldn't Give What It Cost Me

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58929406

Who would have thought following Casper High’s lab safety protocols would leave him in the same place as if he followed his parents’, just infinitely more spooky looking?

Hell, Danny had even pulled out the worn piece of paper from their first class, the one that listed all the PPE needed to deal with a high school level of science and beyond! Sure, the tidbits about the different levels of HAZMAT suits were probably just fun facts, but his parents never fought him or Jazz on wearing their HAZMAT suits in the lab, nevermind the gas masks and goggles. If his parents’ research had any chance of radiation or burning them, he was wearing the PPE.

Sam and Tucker complained about the stiff suits, brightly coloured and stiff, all too large as they were back ups for Danny’s mom and dad. When Danny had pulled out his own, he was on some level happy that his white one was nearly the proper size, if still too large. It was always better safe than sorry in his parents’ lab, one too many chemical burns from unknown substances proved that.

“Y’know Danny, we could totally take these and trick or treat in them, they’re just creepy enough that we can pass as Pestilence, a horsemen of the apocalypse,” Sam said, voice muffled as she adjusted her mask.

“Oh, for sure, just after we explain why Pestilence is wearing a bright orange HAZMAT suit,” Danny pulled on his gas mask, breathing slowly as he got used to the odd, wheezing sound. He looked around the lab, huffing, “man, dad must’ve updated my suit without telling me. I think he added a welding shield on it, I can’t see anything.”

“Oh, don’t worry Danny, it makes you look spookier, especially with the white suit!” Sam smiled, though Danny couldn’t see it. “How about you keep your mask off till we get to the portal, then put it on when we get the picture?”

“Wait, we’re getting a picture?”

It was pointless to argue, so after getting to the portal and showing the waste of space off, and after a lot of directing, both Sam and Tucker annoyed at the small steps Danny took inside the portal, he was ready. He didn’t go too far into the tunnel, he kept mostly in the middle, he even smiled for Sam’s picture, decked out in his full suit, completely safe.

It wasn’t enough.

There was an unexpected jolt of electricity, sparks falling from the top of the tunnel that was the portal, and well, Danny couldn’t really see anything, so the sudden light was a surprise. It started him, and no one really ever talked about how hard it was to move gracefully in a full HAZMAT suit, especially one that was a size or two too big. He stumbled back, and wires that littered the floor tripped him. Danny’s hand fell against the wall as he tried to catch himself, tried to not fall onto the floor and embarrass himself, he couldn’t see the bright buttons that said ON and OFF, inside of the portal.

It was just pain after that.

Pain that flooded him so completely, overwhelming every sense until all he knew as pain. Bright, shocking, both burning and freezing, it was overwhelming all his senses, but it wouldn’t stop.

Sam and Tucker said it was a haunting sight when he stepped out of the portal.

Neither told him of how long they stood frozen, just listening to their friend’s death throes.

Being Phantom was easy. It was easier than it should have been.

He struggled yes, he phased through silverware when he was, alive, breathing, human, he wasn’t allowed anywhere near the beakers in chemistry anymore, his parents’ machines all homed in on him when he stepped through the front door. That was all part of his new, life, unlife, death? Not death. Scrodinger’s cat, a box unopened, was he dead or alive?

Fighting ghosts was easy, fun even.

Danny, Phantom, got pummeled often. He threw shitty punches and was hit with thousands of pounds worth of force back, he struggled with his powers, new ones appearing everyday. The Lunch Lady was hard, at first. Skulker, Technus, Plasmius, Box Ghost, Spectra, Ghostwriter, all of them. They were all hard to beat, at first. They all treated Danny, Phantom, like he was an adult, that he should be able to withstand them, should be able to survive their attacks, and he proved that he could. It was the first time in years that it felt like he could try his best, and that he could, and would, succeed. The ghosts pouring through his parents’ portal saw Danny, saw Phantom, and sometimes, it seemed like they were expecting his best too. They saw something more than a Fenton Freak, a boy who dreamed of the starts that were always going to stay out of reach.

People feared him, but they saw him.

They saw his ghostly form, the pitch black HAZMAT suit that he wore to death, the gas mask covering his face completely, the hood that covered his hair. Phantom looked like a harbinger of doom, a horseman of the apocalypse, something solely and completely otherworldly.

The threats got bigger and bigger, the stakes climbing as Danny, as Phantom, was the only person, the only thing, standing between the ghosts of the realm his parents opened, and the small town of Amity Park. As the GIW showed up, as mom and dad became more and more obsessed with Phantom, everything pouring and spilling on top of one another.

Something was bound to break.

Of course they captured him.

Of course they let him go.

Of course, they left the mask on until they had already cut him open, until after they had removed his organs, taken samples of his skin, broken bones and stole them.

Maybe they wanted to save his brain for last.

Maybe they thought if they touched his brain, he would dissolve like the others before him.

The Fentons never did understand cores.

Maybe, the fear in their eyes was more for what they had done than what they had seen under Danny’s mask.

He wouldn’t know, he never looked.

He didn’t want to see what death left under his mask.

Sam, Tucker, Jazz, they all knew. They respected his death enough to not describe it to him.

Maybe what laid underneath would be what sent him over the edge.

Mom and Dad, Maddie and Jack, the Fentons, they let him go, somehow. They helped him hide his trail from the GIW, somehow, and with help from Sam and Tuck, he made it to Gotham. From there it was up to him, with the equipment his parents, the Fentons, shoved into a duffle bag, and cash that Sam had been saving for him. It had to be enough to make a new life.

Now, Danny just had to deal with the ghosts and nightmares.

It was mostly wishful thinking that he could put Phantom in the past.

It was mostly wishful thinking that Gotham was going to be fine with its knights of the night.

It was mostly wishful thinking that he wouldn’t have to deal with the Bats.

A mysterious new meta who seemed to only target ghosts? That same mysterious new meta suddenly, without provocation, killing a new rogue?

What can Danny, what can Phantom, say. He really, really, hated Freakshow. That tended to happen when you mind control someone, especially when you made that person kidnap a Robin and threaten to have him walk a tightrope, one that was bound to break if it was anything like last time.

Danny was struggling. He knew, logically, that he should just go with the Bats, to explain why he did what he did, they were probably used to people blaming mind control for their actions, they had to know when someone wasn’t lying.

Right?

Danny couldn’t take the risk. Couldn’t chance them leading the GIW right to him while his guard was down. They were already sniffing around Gotham, he just.

He couldn’t.

Danny watched in horror as Batman’s gas mask was cracked, as the Dark Knight threw the person off, only in appearances trying to walk off the powerful punch.

Danny knew better.

He could tell Batman was holding his breath as he felt along his utility belt for something, anything, to filter the fear gas that was being pumped onto the street.

He knew he would find nothing.

If you asked Danny afterwards, he didn’t know why he went ghost, why he walked up to Batman, the very person Danny had been dodging for months now, and removed the ghostly gas mask from his face. He tried not to look at Batman’s face when he shoved it over his cowl, unsure how the fear gas will work on him.

Was it best used as an aerosol, breathed in and absorbed through the lungs? It had to work through mucous channels, maybe just less effectively through the eyes and mouth? It didn’t matter, Danny was dead, alive, Scrodinger’s cat, he could stop his breathing for minutes on end but eventually he had to take a breath, and that mattered less if the gas worked through mucus channels.

“Take it, don’t argue,” Danny said, surprised at how, normal, his voice sounded. He hadn’t thought about how he never really spoke when his mask was off, how it betrayed how young he was. Only just under fifteen, so close to his anniversary.

He couldn’t see any part of Batman’s face, the upper half covered further by the cowl and the visor on his gas mask, the lower now covered by the gas mask’s main components.

“Do you know if the gas works through mucous channels?” He asked, trying to maintain eye contact with the older man, unsure if he is even succeeding. Batman has never been known to be chatty, but this is concerning, not even a grunt in response.

“How old are you?” His voice was muffled by the gas mask, maybe it was a good thing, Danny was pretty positive that Batman wasn’t putting on the deeper voice he usually did.

“Doesn’t matter, I’m dead, not dead. Ughhh, think of Scrodinger’s cat, both dead and alive till you open up the box,” he never wanted to open the box, if he is completely honest, “Keep the gas mask on, don’t know how long it took me to get it to stop being in welding mode and don’t want to know,” keep talking, distract, “does fear gas work through mucous membranes? Do I have to keep my mouth shut, eyes closed?”

It was pointless, somehow, he broke Batman. Danny could hear the Scarecrow laughing somewhere in the distance, people screaming in fear, people fighting against things only they could see and understand.

Danny froze as he caught sight of white suits, teal and orange HAZMATs, through the crowd.

He took a deep breath.

Phantom had already lived his worst nightmare.

Dead on Main

4/5

Jason had always loved the drawings littering his arms. As soon as he knew how to write and had markers, he would write notes to his soulmate. He knew Danny like the back of his hand. Danny was the first person he said good morning too and the last person he said good night too.

He barely managed to scribble out a message to Danny before he died, apologizing.(He prayed Danny forgave him for leaving him alone.)

After Jason was resurrected, he didn’t know what to say to Danny. Danny still wrote on his arms, and Jason would be lying he said he didn’t look over those notes and feel tempted to write back. But Danny deserved better than what Jason could give him.

(the only person Jason ever showed the notes to was Damian. He would let the little Demon trace over them silently as he explained. He knew the league’s policy on soulmates was not kind. He hoped Talia would be kinder to the kid)

Then the writing started getting sloppier. The notes became those of a vigilante, the one thing he had hoped his soulmate wouldn’t have to be. Jason wasn’t supposed to leave the League. Jason should be working towards his revenge on The Joker, his plans for Gotham.

But then Danny wrote about Vlad. About the creepy guy that made his insides crawl and Jason couldn’t keep himself from clenching his teeth.(all of the trainees got used to Jason having some days where he was worse than others. Sometimes, the pit would rage inside of him at the thought of Lasters, but oddly enough messages from Danny seemed to ground him and make it harder for the Pit to control him)(maybe that’s why the league didn’t approve of soulmates.)

It was when the writings stopped that Jason really got worried and started preparing to leave. Talya caught him quickly, but was surprisingly willing to let him go. Her only request was that He took Damien with him. (Sometimes, he noticed how Talia wore the same sleeves that he did. He wondered sometimes if Talia only pretended not to have a soulmate.)

The last message that he got from Danny was the one that made him leave three weeks earlier than planned, with a demon child to his back, and guns ready to fire.

.#dcxdp#dc x dp#trans danny phantom#teen dad danny#dead on main#soulmate#soulmate aus#misunderstanding#angst#Danny thinks his soulmate is dead#Danielle was deaged due to destabilization#de aged ellie#de aged dan#clockwork de aged Dan and basically dumped him on Danny#Danny wants his soulmate#jason is panicking

“Sorry“

Danny both hated and cherished that word for the same exact reason.

It was the last word his soul mate ever wrote.

Danny knew that Jason was probably dead, if not based on the word then on how it was written, shacky, desperate, bloody.

But despite knowing he would get no response, Danny kept writing to Jason.

Perhaps it was denial.

Perhaps it was just how he grieved.

Perhaps it was a vain hope that Jason would become a ghost and know that Danny missed him.

Either way Danny kept on writing.

Even after the accident, Danny kept writing.

Even after becoming Phantom , Danny kept writing.

Even after Pariah Dark, Dan and Ellie , Danny kept writing.

Danny had never expected a response, especially not after writing about Dan and Ellie, especially not the words that replaced the desperate “Sorry” that had branded his arm for years.

“I’m Coming”

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.

Dead Serious

2/4

Damian loved his soulmate fiercely. Even if they hadn’t met, even if he only knew a few things about his soulmate, he loved them more than anything else in the world. He already had a space set up for stargazing, as his soulmate loved space, and had almost bought another animal shelter after finding out his soulmate had a dog named Cujo.

But as the newest fact sunk in, Damian could feel his world tilting on its axis. He could barely pay attention to his family crowding around him, couldn’t process their words, as he continued to stare at the fact with disbelief and protective rage.

“My parents want to rip me apart molecule by molecule.”

Dead Serious

4/4

Danny had made peace with the fact he did not have a soulmate. He had! After several years of no response to the countless drawings and writing notes on his skin, he had grown resigned to the fact that he was part of the 5% who did not have soulmates. He was fine with that.

(Dash would tease him about how no one would ever love him, adding salt to an already irritated wound. His parents were soulmates, and he remembered when he was drawing on his father’s arms and watching as it appeared on his mother’s. Jazz had been drawing and writing to her soulmate for years. Her soulmates name was Jason, and she always talked about how he was with her. She was one of the few people who comforted him when he stopped drawing or writing to soulmate. )

Damien taught at an early age that there was no use for soulmates. They were only distractions. He knew grandfather had no soulmate, and his mother had never responded to her own. He never responded to the drawings on his arms notes the notes in English on his (and he didn’t try harder just because he wanted to read his soulmate writing that would be ridiculous.)

Damien never told his family about having a soulmate. Even as he slowly got used to the differences between them and slowly learned how his grandfather was he could never bring himself to respond to the slowly lessening drawings and messages.(He couldn’t bring himself to respond because deep down he knew he didn’t deserve a soulmate. He was a monster, a demon. He didn’t deserve it.)

Danny stopped trying so desperately to contact his soulmate at age 11(the age he held his sister as she cried, her soulmate’s last message scribbled in desperate frantic writing on her arm. He never resented his parents so much when they didn’t even leave the lab for two days, not paying any mind to their sobbing child on the floor above them.)(it was the first time he didn’t envy having a soulmate.)

He was fourteen when he started drawing on his arms again.(it was shaky, much more than the older drawings, but even if he didn’t have a soulmate, he wanted to leave them a mark, just in case, the same way Jazz wrote quotes from different books on her arms.)

(When he found out Vlad didn’t have a soulmate, he refused to acknowledge another similarity they shared. He refused to think about how Vlad’s desperation made Danny think of his own desperate writing for his soulmate. Soulmates were a topic he never spoke of, and Vlad must have known, must have found out about how Danny didn’t have one, but he never commented on it. (It was the only boundary that was never crossed.))

(Damian wasn’t disappointed when his soulmate stopped writing to him. he didn’t trace over his arms, wishing that he had the confidence to write back. He didn’t spend hours wondering if his soulmate was gone without knowing Damian had seen him. He didn’t trace over the drawings his soulmate made with awe after four years of silence.)

Damian always covered up, so he was the only one who noticed when his soulmate started writing to him again. Never sentences never notes like they were before, but shaky drawings appeared on his skin. They were less detailed than before, almost shaky, as if the person drawing them couldn’t hold a pencil, steady, but they were real. Damian never said a word.

Anger Management

2/2

The Justice League was having a diplomatic mission with the Ghost King, which was going fairly well, until he saw Red Hood’s soulmate fact.

Everyone tensed when he grabbed Red Hood’s arm, before looking him up and down.

“Well, you are her type.” Is all he says before fishing out a whistle from his bag. It makes a horrible shrieking noise, and a portal rips open. In it, the Justice League can see the Ghost Kin’s court meeting, and a Red Haired Lady approaches. She looks more human than anyone else there, but all the magic users can tell she is part of the realms.

“Jazz,” The king gestures to Red Hood, whose arm is out. The words ‘I was possessed by my first boyfriend’s ex.’ Stand out starkly on his skin.

“I found your soulmate.”

Honestly I think the fics where Danny’s a Kryptonian have a lot of potential, so here’s me throwing my hat into the ring

Danny was born a human. He was born to two loving (though slightly neglectful) human parents in the painfully mundane state of Illinois.

Then, he died, but he didn’t do it right. He became a Halfa; too alive to be a ghost, but too dead to be human.

Then, through strange, uncontrollable circumstances, that changed as well.

He had been heavily injured, missing a large percentage of body mass, and was at the cusp of either dying fully or just fading from existence.

(Perhaps it was an ordinary fight. Perhaps it was the GiW, or his parents. Perhaps it was a simple accident. That didn’t matter now.)

He fled, phasing through the ground, trying to bury himself as deep as possible.

(Perhaps he didn’t want to be unmasked in death. Perhaps that was already too late, and he just wanted his body be able to rest in peace.)

Unfortunately for him, he was in Metropolis, and ended up in a secret genetics lab below the earth.

Danny detransformed, completely exhausted, falling onto a table covered in different labeled specimen containers. He closed his eyes, and prepared himself for what would happen next.

And… nothing.

Slowly, cautiously, he opened his eyes.

Danny sat up, brushing off the foul-smelling liquid from the specimen jars, petri dishes, and assorted vials.

He felt…fine.

No, better than fine. He felt normal. Healthy.

He felt like he wasn’t missing most of his internal organs anymore.

Danny looked down at his stomach, and saw that the wounds that were killing him had completely disappeared.

(The blood blossoms, if there had been any, were still there, but they no longer hurt. At most, they itched a little, or maybe just tickled a bit.)

He wanted to question what in the hell had just happened, but he didn’t want to jinx it. He just quietly changed back to Phantom, going invisible and phasing out of wherever he had found himself in, ignoring the loud alarm system that had begun to blare when he broke the samples on that table.

Life mostly went back to normal after that.

If, like Danny, you ignored all the physical changes in a valiant effort to remain in denial that something was horribly wrong.

His skin was tougher, now; he didn’t get scrapes or cuts, even when he accidentally fumbled a knife while trying to cook. His ghost form was stronger, too; he was barely knocked down by his old rogues anymore.

He could fly, even in his human form. Though, admittedly, the flight was much different. It was like using a muscle he hadn’t known existed beforehand. He didn’t just ignore gravity or wind resistance, though he felt more graceful in the air now than he ever did as Phantom.

There were more powers popping up, lasers and cold breath, x-ray vision and super strength. His lungs and heart were larger, and he could handle temperatures much easier. He didn’t have to transform to handle the pressure and cold of space anymore.

His reaction time had improved, becoming much faster than ever before. His senses were much stronger, and he had even seemed to gain a sense of electric fields, like a shark.

The only thing that separated him from a Kryptonian was that he had developed electrokenesis, which he had never seen any of them use on TV.

So, surely, he was fine.

Everything was normal, he hadn’t been transformed by alien DNA in a sketchy lab, he had just had a really weird and specific metagene activation.

—

Clark Kent, Kal-El, was panicking.

It had been around a month and a half since a particularly brutal fight between Interpol and an unknown assailant, and it seemed that Interpol was determined to draw out whoever had scorned them.

Their method of doing this, of course, was trying to level the city.

He and Jon were doing their best to stop them, but with both Kon and Zor-El away on their own business, it was difficult.

And by difficult, he meant almost impossible.

Slowly but surely he was driving them back, but not without massive amounts of damage to the city, especially with only Jon on dedicated rescuing duty.

He was distracted, trying to draw a group away from a heavily occupied building, when a projectile hit him in the back of the head.

The world spun for a moment, and then it went black.

(It was, probably, then, some sort of Kryptonite-metal alloy. Interpol at its finest.)

He woke slowly, forcing his eyes open. He felt like he had been hit by an eighteen wheeler.

Clark jolted up, preparing for the worst.

To his shock, though, the city hadn’t been reduced to rubble while he was out.

Jon seemed to still be working on evacuation, either unaware that he had went down or forcing himself to focus on the task at hand.

Then, a lightning-quick figure flew into view, and Clark’s mind went blank.

He thought, for a moment, that Kara was back. But, no, that wasn’t right, she was supposed to be off-planet for another week or so.

Besides, this new figure didn’t move like her. They were lankier and more slender, and they flew quicker than any member of his family.

Their powerset was different, too; they focused mainly on using blasts of ice and electricity to drive enemies back, only occasionally using their strength or lasers—ones which came from their hands instead of their eyes.

He had woken up at the tail end of the fight, it seemed. The remaining Interpol agents were fleeing from the mysterious metahuman.

They stayed in the sky, motionless, watching them leave.

As if they could sense him staring, they turned.

They were small, still clearly young. Probably around Kon’s age, or maybe even younger.

Instead of the colorful clothing he had inherited from his family, the stranger wore black and white clothes which looked similar to a hazmat suit, their face covered by some sort of gas mask.

Interestingly enough, instead of the S-shape crest that he was so used to seeing, the stranger wore the letter D on his chest.

Kal’s heart sped up.

From up in the sky, he heard the stranger’s heart, on the left instead of the right, speed up in return.

But before he could say a word to them, they sped off, disappearing into the deep blue sky.

Dead Serious Arranged Marriage aus are fun

If I were to do one I'd play with it a little. Give one or both of them a bit of forewarning.

A careful message from Talia, an arrangement set in soul and stone with the opening of the pits. A bit of research, an awareness of the inherent cruelty and callousness of the unliving.

A file flagged with familiar purple as Danny attempts to sort through the mess left by his predecessors. A Crown Prince as his heart still beats, but an Heir Apparent nonetheless.

A cautious meeting between affianced.

(One wary and wise, with word that any Heir Apparent of The Tyrant is not a foe to be trifled with)

(One can tell much by the ghosts the other leaves behind. A Nursemaid with tales of the vicious culture of the League. Test assassins that tell of what one will do to survive. Failed clones, empty echoes, unable to live their own lives but neither left with room for error or mercy. All drowned out by dozens of soft mewls and memories of warm hands and gentle goodbyes. You cannot rescue every animal that comes into your hands. But the echoes of attempts exist. Desert coarse fur and shared water. Danny was a goner before they'd ever even met.)

Likely a warning at 16, a meeting at 17, and a courtship lasting an age and a half

But that's alright

They've got all the time in the world

Bruce “Sad Wet Cat of a Man” Wayne meets Danny “Sad Wet Cat of a Teenager” and immediately adopts him. A prompt? A fic starter?

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This was pathetic, Bruce groused, wringing his cape under the mostly effective shelter of an awning. Amity’s rain was somehow more potent than that of Gotham and it managed to soak the waterproof fabric of his cape. This was not scientifically possible.

Bruce refrained from giving into the urge of slamming his head backwards into the wall.

“You’re new in town, aren’t ya?”

Bruce subtly startled, head swiveling over to the presence he somehow hadn’t detected. His heart gave a little squeeze- and, uh oh, that’s the squeeze he got when he adopted his kids. Bruce was self aware enough to see where this was going, but as usual, he was helpless to stop it.

Batman slightly dipped his head. How did the child know?

Like he read his mind, the teenager nodded. “You look like it. We know everyone in Amity. And you’re new. Tourists.” He chuckled, brushing the weird rain out of his hair. “And, you’re soaked.”

“This is waterproof,” Batman growled.

“Yeah, in other places of the world, maybe,” At Bruce’s questioning look (not that anyone other than liminal could have figured out his friendly intentions via the scary glare he had on), the kid elaborated further. “but you didn’t get Amity-made textiles. They’re made to last in any weather.”

“This is rain.”

“Ecto-contaminated rain, yeah.” The kid sighed, one hand absently fluffing up his hair and getting rid of stray green-tinged water droplets. “I’m Danny. I guess I’m your Amity tour guide today.”

Well, Bruce wasn’t the type to turn down an advantage. If this was a trap one of his enemies made for him to stumble into, Bruce had to admit it was well made and well researched. He never could turn away kids, especially ones that had that edge of work weary exhaustion to them like Danny did.

Danny, as expected, tried to fill in the silence. Alfred's technique always worked. Even on Bruce himself.

"This is the mall, by the way. It's dead right now because you're here on a Wednesday during school hours." Danny smirked to himself.

"Why are you not in school then?"

"It's called skipping. Or, for you, I guess it'd be 'playing hooky,'" Danny sassed, making quotation marks with his hands. He was exactly like Dick.

Bruce felt his heart melt. Oh no. Alfred was going to be mad again. But... it was for a good cause! And besides, what are the chances that Danny'd be a crime fighting vigilante? Can't be that high, right? (Bruce conveniently avoided the fact that statistically, the chances of him adopting baby vigilantes were pretty much at a hundred percent success rate.)

"Hng." He grunted. Danny rolled his eyes. Like Jason and Damian and Stephanie. "Where are your parents?"

He had to get the important stuff squared away first.

Danny shrugged. "Come on. There's a fabric store that way. We'll make you a rain guard first so your stuff doesn't get wet."

Ah, classic avoidance. Danny sure reminded him of Tim. Bruce inclined his head. "Lead the way."

DPxDC Prompt

Danny needed a new focus after fleeing his dimension. Unfortunately due to the lack of ecto in this dimension it couldn't be just any place, he had to find an unclaimed temple or alter of sorts that was still receiving offerings he could convert into ectoplasm.

He found it in the form of an alter in a mansion's attic where the scrawniest child he has ever seen spent enough time exploring his own parents finds to uncover an abandoned alter in which he has built a routine of leaving offerings to near daily.

At first he only visited to collect power from the offerings, spending the rest of his time exploring the city he now knows as Gotham. But as he hears more and more of the kids prayers, he can't help but get attached enough to watch over him. It's not like his parents are watching over him he soon finds!

TLDR Tim finds a dusty alter in his attic and leaves stuff on it as offerings while he speaks about his day and his plans for the night, Danny finds the alter has no entity attached to it and claims it as his own soon getting attached to Tim