Got a new idea cooking in my head.

Another DPxDC idea.

A reborn into DCverse Toddler!Danny but also Dad!Dick and Talons.

Danny is reborn into the DCverse (either he's a clone of Dick, a created test tube baby, OR a kid Dick unknowingly had during his amnesia year) and wakes up in the Court of Owls who finally have their Gray Son and will turn him into the greatest Talon ever.

Thing is, Danny still has his ghost powers (King Danny? Idk leaving it open, either that or just able to control clean ectoplasm) and knows whatever fruitloops have him, this will not be fun. So, when none of the Owls are watching him, he uses his abilities to influence a few Talons and they all book it out of the place.

Danny later finds himself walking the dirty Gotham streets with a few Talons, one holding his hand while the others hide in the shadows in case they need to protect the baby Talon they all care for.

Of course, the sighting of a Talon holding a toddler's hand catches the camera's and Oracles attention very very fast.

One of the Batboys is sent out, not Dick he's on a space mission right now, and whoever it is, is shocked to see a toddler that has a LOT of similarities to Dick.

The Ghost sucks at haunting.

Tim is annoyed, he moved in a new apartment. And it's hunted, he could possible deal with that, but this ghost must be the worst poltergeist in history.

Tim is pretty sure that's one of the worst ghost ever. It's just a roommate who doesn't pay rent and borrows all your stuff without asking.

I'm just imagining a one-sided yelling argument with seemingly no one that lasts almost half, an hour and ends with Tim buying a Nebula subscription lmao

Something about the way this is written gives me the sense that Danny is very young in this.

Like, throwing something because he got frustrated with it? Tantrum, poor emotional regulation often associated with very young children.

Bringing dirty dishes to Authority Figure? Doing them himself when Authority Figure is hurt? Sounds like a little kid being unable to help with something big so they find something smaller helpful to do.

The game save file name. That's either an in joke or someone who just does not know how to lie.

Using Authority Figure's credit card to buy something unapproved because, really, what even is money or credit card fraud?

Obviously there are other ways to interpret the behavior, but when I first read through it, I just immediately read it as a very young child. Which would probably be a hell of a thing for Tim to realize.

Dannys brain got a bit scrambled during whatever deaging process.

So he knows he needs to hide and that being a ghost keans haunting someplace will be his best bet for also being able to meet his human needs.

But also hes bored and hey this adultish person wont notice him doing stuff right?

Oh. He did.

But hes not calling an exorcist so hes not leaving.

Tim, finding out this is a ✨Child✨: Oh no, I'm a father now

#this would be funny on his houseboat too btw#'bought a new boat— ah shit. haunted'#dp x dc – @faeriekit

Oh yes, definitely on the boat.

Bernard and Tim adopt the baby ghost that’s haunting the houseboat.

They note the space magazine subscription and take the boat out (it may look like a murder shack, but it’s seaworthy and secretly souped up with bat tech) up the coast from the city on a clear night so they can get a good view of the stars. Tim produces a telescope and sets it up on the deck and points it at Saturn, which is out tonight. Then he lets it be.

A pale figure of a child forms in front of the eyepiece.

Danny chose the boat because scrambled baby brain has vague memories that the government doesn't like him and he's heard this term 'international waters' before but obviously doesn't quite understand the nuances of it.

Danny disappears as soon as Tim tries to talk to him, so Bernard and Tim spend a good hour reassuring empty space. Mission bring ghost child into the family is a go. To this end, they get an ouija board. And a name.

Tim doesn't want to tell his family about his new child. They'll descend like a pack of jackals and, really, the ghost child is easily frightened. They need to get the kid more comfortable before he is introduced to the family. So he and Bernard brainstorm. An extra (child-sized) portion of food is left out. Tim discreetly mentions a potential new family member to Alfred, and gets cookies to leave out. The ouija board gets a lot of use. Eventually, trust is won, and Danny is introduced to the family.

Tim is officially Bruce's favorite child. And Alfred's favorite grandchild. The others would be upset, but there is currently a battle going on for favorite aunt/uncle status.

The weirdly competent Doctor

So! The Watchtower's Medical Bay is a hub of constant Activity. With the number of Heroes who work under the Justice League, there are always injuries, health check-Ups, and illnesses that need healing.

But with the amount of Variant Biologies that those Heroes have, it's always a guessing game as to how to help them best. Some Metahumans react positively to penicillin, but others react like it's their Kryptonite. Some Aliens have anatomy similar to Humans, others are so different you can't tell the Stomach from the Bladder.

So when they hired a New Doctor for the Medical Bay, they had to run him through an entire Course on Variant Biologies and how best to treat specific Heroes. It was long and difficult to remember fully, but it was necessary for him to know.

But then the new Doctor started correcting Them.

"Actually, Martian's react better to the Syrup of Eucalyptus Plants better than Penicillin, since Eucalyptus is very similar to a medicinal plant from Mars which they used in many of their antibiotics."

"I don't think just pumping double doses of sedative is the best way to calm down a Speedster, that could have adverse effects on their body. Perhaps try Psychic Intervention? Their minds move a Mile a Second, but if you can calm them down their bodies will follow suit."

"Of course you use Micro-Doses of Kryptonite to operate on Superman! What else would you do?! I don't know, maybe ask JLD to enchant your Equipment to make use of Kryptonian suseptiblity to Magic? The Kryptonite is just gonna give him Cancer!"

Of course the Doctors didn't take kindly to being rudely corrected by a newbie, and Fired him on his first day.

Then a few days later their usual Treatments don't work, and they decide to give those strategies the Quack Doctor gave them out of desperation.

And Lo and Behold, they work! Martian Manhunter is fully healed and feels much better than the previous times he has needed surgery. Apparently they used a different Antibiotic that worked better with his Biology. Which was incredible, how had they figured it out?

Another Doctor you say? One who was experienced on Martian Biology and Medicinal History? He would very much like to meet with the man!

...

What do you mean you fired him for talking back?!

“I’m not coming back.” Danny stated plainly.

“As we’ve told you, the staff’s decision to fire you, was not under our jurisdiction. We were not aware of the circumstances nor the gross negligence showed by our staff, this is something we promise to fix.” Batman gruffly said.

Batman droned on, as if reading a corporate script, this comparison only worsened by the man’s monotone voice.

“And I said no. If your staff behave like this to fellow doctors, I don’t want to see what they’d do to stranger.” Danny breathed out, punching his nose. “Your workplace has proven to be toxic and unsustainable, I will not be even considering your offers until you fix the issues set internally.” Silence filled the room, Danny fidgeted uncomfortably. Had he said the sentences Jazz told him to repeat, wrong? He thought he’d remembered it pretty well, but as the awkwardness grew he truly questioned it. “Look Mr Batman, I understand you need better healthcare for your teammates but after years of knowing them and treating their injuries, it’s not my fault none of you thought to experiment with actual healthcare. Your negligence is not my issue to solve. “

The man in front of him slightly bowed his head in acknowledgment. Before speaking once more.

“You are correct. The fault lies on my shoulders for not dedicating time for the well being of my teammates. Things will be slow to fix, could you offer any insight into what to fix first? I know it is a petty consolation gift, but please indulge me.”

Danny hesitated a few seconds, before speaking plainly. “Stop using kryptonite on superman for surgery. You are basically inviting a cancerous cell to go and party in the body of a weakened and injured man. I’m impressed he hasn’t gotten cancer yet,” silence for a few seconds. “Ya know maybe check that out soon? Like as fast as you can? But hey the bright side if he does have cancer he can sue the people who used it for surgery?”

In unrelated news, reporter Clark Kent is taking a leave of absence as a routine health check revealed he has stage 1 cancer.

Breaking news Superman is sueing the JL medical staff for giving him cancer.

Apparently the medical team was microdosing him with kryptonite to do surgeries, with it be on grounds of negligence, or is it something else?

What else has the medical team done to our beloved heroes? Find more out soon

-

Things aren't going as expected.

The Justice League needed some more medical staff but the time it would take to properly train someone to perform medical assistance on multiple species isn't something the league have in spades. So they looked for a doctor who was already trained, and they did, the search was a great success!

Apparently, the medical team didn't think so. On the doctor's first day he was fired after pointing out ways to better treat the league.

The fact that Superman of all people has cancer? Does Not Look Good.

DC x DP Prompt (1)

Danny became a living planet.

It all started with Sam's ramble about environmentalism, and then she suggested creating a miniature ecosystem of their own for a school project.

One thing leads to another, Danny managed to find a ton of extinct plants and flora in the Ghost Zone, some exotic specimens scientists had never heard of before - to vegetations of alien origins.

And apparently, all of them are growable - just not in the conventional sense. Since all of them were technically 'dead' or 'extinct', they behaved like ghosts in the sense that they had cores, which meant that as long as Danny fed them ectoplasm, they could grow and develop like ordinary plants!

Just one small problem, he didn't exactly have a place to grow all of these. Until Tucker had a brilliant idea, just pick a random exoplanet and grow them there, ecto-plants could grow no matter the atmosphere or soil conditions anyway - as long as Danny was always there to supplement the needed ectoplasm. Problem solved! Danny even got to satisfy his space obsession!

On the other hand, the Justice League and Green Lantern Corp were greatly confused about a random barren planet in the same sector as Earth that suddenly became lush with all types of exotic plants, including precious plant-lives that had gone extinct from the galaxies for millennia, from Earth and other planets. Despite all readings indicating that the planet had no way of sustaining life.

This escalated when some Green Lanterns came to visit, and Danny (now a vital, omnipresent part of the planet's ecosystem) greeted them with the enthusiasm of an angry cat hissing intruders away from his favorite box. Now everyone was convinced some sort of god or spirit of nature existed on that planet and was possibly hostile.

This escalated again when some other alien civilizations realized that a random planet in the Milky Way possessed incredibly valuable plant-life that was believed to be extinct. And now they were ready to invade the sector. Now the Justice League had to scramble to protect this incredibly valuable planet from the wrong hands.

Danny, meanwhile, was completely oblivious to everything.

After a few years of these plants growing and dying outside of the Infinite Realms they slowly lose their dependence on Ectoplasm, Danny's own status as their caretaker and as a half allowing this to happen without the plants withering and dying out. By the time Danny enters his twenties the entire planet, which Sam jokingly nicknamed 'The Spirit Garden', was a thriving world full of plants that either went extinct years ago or never existed to begin with.

Naturally, when a spacefaring crew's ship started picking up readings of a lush world full of plant life despite the planet not being nourished by a star, they got curious. The fact that the planet itself was found to possess grains that were so calorie-dense and digestible that a single farm could nourish an entire planet, berries that could purge the body of nearly any form of toxin and poison, and even one tree that bore a rich golden fruit that after one of the older crew members ate one was shown to restore the youth, vigor, and strength of anyone who ate them only made the discovery more spectacular.

Unfortunately for them, the seemingly sole sentient being that called the planet home did not appreciate them 'stamping around his garden' and somehow picked them and their ship up and chucked them back into space. How they were going to explain this to their superiors without coming off as insane none of them had any idea.

What if Danny found some blob ghosts with fire cores to act as artificial suns?

These "sun sprites" bob around bringing heat and light to the little planet, but they're really shy and hide in borrows whenever larger organisms visit. Uninvited guests are even more alarmed by the way the impossible "day" abruptly ends the moment their ships touch down.

The sun sprites are more friendly with Sam, Tucker, and Danny but will still dive for cover when they hear someone approaching. If the trio are quiet, the spites will slowly come out of hiding, so Danny will usually play music if he wants to do some stargazing.

DC XDP prompt: Danny falls out of a portal literally into Batmans arms in a JL meeting.

Feel free to play with this. I probably will write more, but I'm STUCK and don't know how to write the JL or anyone else for that matter.

XXX

The Justice League meeting had gone very well. For once there were no major crisis from anyone attending, and all of the regular members of the league were in attendance. A few of the second row hero’s had begged off for one reason or another, but nothing that was a threat of any real kind.

Batman was wary, and on edge as the meeting wrapped up. It was never this simple, it just couldn’t be. There was always some kind of threat to keep an eye on, but the worst thing that had come up during the meeting were routine security updates.

No one else seemed to be on edge from the far too calm, routine meeting, and Bruce had just about convinced himself that it was really just one of those meetings where nothing outrageous would happen. It was ideal even…

Then the alarms went off, in the specific modulation that indicated a magical incursion.

Batman wasn’t the only one who’s hands went to weapons when the portal materialized above the meeting room table only a moment after the alarm went off. Swirling lazarus green had him ready for the fight even as the rest of the league went into defensive positions around the incursion.

“What…” Flash started to ask about a minute later when nothing had happened yet, the alarms still blaring.

That’s when something came flying out of the portal, at speed, back first.

Batman had a split second to decide to attack… or not. A split second to try to process the impressions and decide if this was an attack.

The portal closed as he cradled the small body that had crashed into his arms, the alarms silencing a moment later as the rest of the league tried to catch up, all of them wondering if this was some new threat.

Batman looked down at the child in his arms, a boy in his mid teens and small for his age, with white hair framing a frighteningly familiar looking face, gently pointed ears, and fangs in a mouth that gasped for breath against pain. The eyes were closed, twisted tight as the child clutched at his chest and belly, holding together severed flesh that leaked lazarus green blood from a clinical and too regular wound. Fingers tipped with small claws spasmed, tears coming from closed eyes.

“Batman?” Wonder Woman asked, Diana’s voice filled with concern as Bruce wrapped the child in his arms and stood up from where he had been knocked on his ass catching said child.

“Call down to medical. Severely wounded unknown,” he snapped, moving towards the door, only to stop as there was a flash of light in his arms, and the child suddenly gained a solid weight that was closer to human. The blood dripping from passed out hands was now brilliant red, fingertips blunt with chewed nails, the boy’s skin going from pale white to… a healthier tone.

Bruce consciously stopped cataloging his observations then, swiftly making his way to medical. Whatever this boy was, whether he intended to tug at Batman’s heart the way he was or not, was severely wounded and needed medical attention immediately.

He could process it all, and wonder why a child looking exactly like Damian Wayne had been thrown into his arms through a lazarus portal later.

XXXXX

An hour later, after a discreet call to his youngest just to be sure, Bruce watched the now sedated child in the medical cot, working on trying to face match the databases and find out if the child came from earth or not.

The searches primarily turned up Damian Wayne. Bruce knew for certain this child was not his son, but he was also running a DNA analysis because this Might be his son. It made a disheartening amount of sense for this boy to be another version of Damien, perhaps from another dimension, or some manner of clone, or perhaps Talia had simply hidden another child of his away… Bruce needed to narrow down the possibilities, to find the truth.

Of course, it was equally possible that this boy was some manner of mimic, taking on a form that would ensure his safety in unknown environment, a shape shifter intentionally injuring himself in order to infiltrate the Watchtower. Though that last theory didn’t make sense for a number of reasons. Most shape shifters would be secure enough in their abilities to simply try to mimic someone who already had access to the watch tower, to say nothing of the boy’s dramatic entrance.

Batman wasn’t thinking logically. Bruce couldn’t simply leave the boy here though. Not until he knew more, everything relevant by preference. The thought that this might be his son in any way was enough to keep him near, but he could already tell he was compromised.

He had already informed Diana and Clark, and both of them had agreed that he should stay nearby until they had the situation sorted out.

Bruce had been stuck in a circular though pattern for about fifteen minutes when a green form came into the room, J’onn looking at him calmly.

“Can you find anything out?” Batman asked without preamble, unable to bring himself to observe polite pleasantries when he was so unsettled.

“Nothing beyond surface thoughts. The boy’s mind is static and pain of the emotional kind,” J’onn stated after a moment.

Batman nodded, accepting the answer. J’onn’s abilities weren’t always the answer to everything, could indeed often be a crutch that led to the wrong answers. But they could also give the Justice League a starting point often enough.

“You should rest friend. It is unlikely that the boy will awaken soon…” J’onn cut himself off with a quiet look at the boy. “Or not. He’s coming around.”

Batman watched as the child’s eyes blinked open, drowsy expression turning to the two heros without much recognition. Bruce didn’t let himself react, kept himself in a calm pose even as his mind once more went into overdrive.

The boy had blue eyes, not green like Damian's.

Blue eyes. Like his.

They were glazed over by pain and medication, but they were definitely blue. Soft, like the sky.

Unless there was a mutation during the cloning process, this was not just a version of Damian. This was someone entirely new. Someone he had no idea existed.

The boy blinks in a daze and then looks down at his wrapped torso, hand coming up to feel the gauze separating his skin from the filtered air.

Bruce is by the bed with his glove around the thin wrist before he can process he moved.

The boy looks up at him again, this time Bruce can see the confusion in his expression as he actively tries to process what was happening.

Bruce blinks back, then clears his throat.

“You were heavily injured. Our medical team managed to finish surgery only three hours ago. You’re still healing.”

There. Just the facts. Concise. Easy.

The boy makes a noise Bruce can’t decipher, but J’onn picks up the slack.

“You came through a portal.”

His expression is blank for a moment, likely his brain catching him up after whatever trauma he suffered.

“Oh,” he croaks. “Tryin’ ta… safe.”

He was trying to get to somewhere safe. Someone safe.

“You are safe here, young one. You succeeded.”

He stares back at J’onn for a long moment. Bruce didn’t know how to feel about being ignored or how to interrupt the silence.

“‘m I dreaming?”

“No. You are awake.”

He blinks again and then a dopey smile spreads across his face.

“Y’r my fav’rite.”

Bruce… is not jealous. Not at all.

“I’m honored. To whom should I have the pleasure to give my autograph to?”

“‘m Danny,” the boy says with a yawn.

Danny. Not Damian.

Bruce knew he wasn’t a clone, but this was a step in the right direction of proving it.

(His son’s name was Danny.)

“You should get some rest. Someone will be in to check on you later.”

He wasn’t going to confess that it was most likely going to be him doing the checking. And if ‘later’ meant 10 minutes from now, no one would say a thing about it.

“M’kay,” Danny mumbles. He was back asleep before the thought even finished.

Bruce notices he’s still holding the boy’s wrist and carefully places it by his side before letting go.

He needed to make a few phone calls and check to see if the DNA results were back.

“Shall I wait here with him?”

He did want someone with him if he woke up again.

“He did say I was his favorite. He would be comfortable.”

Bruce scowls hard at the alien. His footfalls are heavy as he leaves.

“Do you remember when I sold my soul a few years back?”

The tapping at the keyboard did not still. “Yes of cour— Tim, you sold your soul?”

“Oh my god, you forgot.” He dramatically threw a hand against his chest, collapsing sideways out of the chair to land on the cave floor. “I’m wounded. In my cold, soulless heart, shot straight through it. You forgot I sold my soul. Dick, how could you?”

“It’s been a hectic few years-“

“It’s my soul Richard Greyson. Isn’t that important? I sold my soul to the Ghost King and now it’s apparently changed hands.”

“The Ghost King sold your already sold soul?!?”

Tim sat back up, using the BatDesk to pull himself to his feet. “Nah, apparently the og king got bested in combat and the new king now owns it. He sent me a letter. So we could meet. And potentially discuss me repossessing my soul. Anyway, are you free Thursday cause that’s when he’s picking me up and he said I could bring a friend. Cissie already said no, so you’re the next on my list.”

Dick had long since abandoned whatever report he’d been working on and was staring at Tim with what could only be described as ‘major concern.’ “Can we please backtrack to the fact you sold your soul to a Cthulhu-like entity?”

“No.”

…

Meme under the cut

“His soul. Is in a floppy disc.” Dick said when the ghost started to dig through the filing cabinet brimming with various odds and ends. “You stuck my baby brother’s soul in a goddamn floppy disc?”

“I’m surprised you know what that is,” Phantom said cheerfully and the nebula between his reaching antlers flared with a star shower as he gently held up the disc he’d uncovered. “When souls take on a physical manifestation, they adjust to fit whatever their owner might use. Makes it easier for me to find too when I was going through all the contracts the prior Ghost King had. And since storing incorporeal things tends to tangle them up and blur lines on who owns what, it’s easier for the soul to switch into physical media.”

“So like an SD card hypothetically.” Tim said as he reached out for his soul. “I would have chosen a memory card for the record.”

“Or a floppy disc. It’s what your subconscious chose. This feel like your soul?”

“Sure.”

“Alright then, no takes backs if it’s not yours once we void the contract then.”

DCxDP fanfic idea: Danny's Did you know?

Danny is a contact creator.

He started off as a kid who wanted to dump info about space or other interests, making it more "Did you Know" as his theme, but his channel really took off the first time he invited a ghost to speak about the era that came before.

No one knows Sidney Poindexter is a ghost. Ghosts usually do not appear on camera; if they do, they are always a blur or barely visible outline. That doesn't come into play when the camera happens to belong to the Ghost King, who is unaware of the title.

House and Haunt(ed Home) A DPxDC ficlet.

Humans like to interpret the afterlife as some unreachable place, or some distant time. But they also like to describe the transition between living and dead as passing through gates, passages, doors, veils. And that rather implies the afterlife is simply the next room over, not some whole other house.

The thing about ghosts is, everyone eventually dies. Everyone. And most everyone stays dead. They leave one room - the room of the living - and never enter it again. But ghosts will knock on the walls, tap on windows, play their music far too loudly at two am, thump and bump and generally annoy the living into acknowledging their continued existence.

They wander the halls and yards of existence without going back into the living room, and never quite let you forget they were still there.

As a half ghost, that was especially true of Danny. And his Lair reflected it.

Things look a little bit different from the Wayne side of things.

Bruce is shuffling off to bed one morning, after a very long night of mapping out Gotham's new oddness, when he notices the hall to his bedroom seems a little bit... longer than expected.

His first thought is, inexplicably, "Fuck, it followed me home."

Rogues unintentionally get themselves trapped. I like to think Lairs have kind of security systems against others that are malicious trespassing.

They’d get caught in loops of the same room or area, trying to escaped over and over again only to turn up back at the same spot. It’s both a trap and a way to contain them until they can be… removed. Either by Danny or a Bat/Bird that ended up in the area.

One day, Gotham watches Live as the Joker starts one of his usual tirades and mass property damage only for a Bat/Bird to start chasing him. Joker turns to run into an alley and just… vanishes.

No one sees him again. It becomes a running joke that the Backrooms ate him. Little did they know how true this actually was.

On the other end of things, Jason is LIVING. He has no problem getting where he needs to go through the liminal spaces and starts using them as shortcuts. He eventually gets so good at traversing them that he knows where the boundaries are. One time, he was fighting a would be SA and as the person tried to get away, Hood just walks through a boundary wall (looking like he’s walking through an actual wall) and pops up at the end of the alley way right in front of the escapee in a single second. (It becomes a rumor that Hood can now walk through walls.)

Jason is also feeling amazing. If we’re to assume the Lazarus Pits are corrupted ectoplasm, the liminal spaces become even larger and stronger due to starting to absorb the Pit under Gotham. Jason, in turn, is starting to absorb the pure ectoplasm as he enters these liminal spaces and they start leeching the corruption from his system. He starts to feel his best in these spaces.

(Thank you for this lovely addition! It inspired me to write more myself!)

It's not uncommon for lesser ghosts to take up residence in the Lairs of more powerful ghosts. Within the boundaries of the Ghost Zone itself, this can look like ecto-animals haunting a hunter ghost's forest, as is the case with the extinct predatory animals on Skulker's island; or a whole village of ghosts matching themselves to the "theme" of the head haunter, ala Frostbite and the Yetis of the Far Frozen.

So of course Jason, who should be dead but isn't, who fights crime in a way his family doesn't approve of but which they grudgingly respect the efficacy of, who has more power than people realize and could use that power to kill and kill and never stop, who chooses to be a better person than that... Of course he feels comfortable in Danny's Lair.

(cut because long post is long)

(Yw! I’ve been inspired back, doubly!)

The fact that Jason hasn’t met Danny yet is funny. They keep missing each other in the Lair. Danny is absolutely aware he’s there and has seen him, but is Jason even aware of Danny yet?

Either way, through the Lair, Gotham and Amity Park have become sister cities in the way that only population gatherings in the Infinite Realms do. The connection, but still there’s somewhat distinct separation.

Gothamites begin moving shops or homes into Amity and vice versa while still living mainly in one or the other. It spreads to the point that sometimes you’ll end up in an area that you won’t know which is which until you end up on the other side. Usually this is done by just looking at the sky. Clear or smoggy? Stars or vast emptiness?

“I told you we should have taken a right, Richard! There are stars this way. We’re in the wrong place!” type conversations become common ground.

And this drives the Bats/Bird crazy.

Still they have no clue what’s going on and the only one with a hint of an answer is Jason who seems to traverse easily and freely.

Arkham becomes its own sort of trap. But one that is good for them. Most of the people inside are obsessed and what does obsession better than a ghost? Some become trapped, not by loops, but by being given their obsession within. Their own personal jail but by a personal heaven standard. Most would choose not to leave and Arkham finally becomes the penitentiary it was supposed to be.

Ramble 👏 about 👏 the 👏 Ghost 👏 Zone 👏

Listen. This is only half thought out, it wanders off into tangents, and I haven't edited it. So. It's not up to my personal standards. Also it's kind of disturbing, in the way those videos showing puddles that are way too fucking deep are disturbing.

Danny is Jon Kent.

Danny was in English class when it happened. A portal opened under his desk and he fell into it, desk and all. When he was able to get his bearings of whatever he’d been dropped into, he was considering going ghost, but something deep inside of him told him to wait and watch. That his ghost half wasn’t needed yet. So he did.

He looked around. He noticed a teenager, around his age, that was dressed in a gray, black and red costume with a R on the chest, who was standing next to a blonde guy in a long trench coat.

“There you go, Batbrat. One Jon Kent for ya. Don’t kill this one, eh?” Constantine winked and teleported out of the room after clapping the ‘Batbrat’ on the shoulder.

The teen turned to him, walking over slowly. Danny was unnerved. He didn’t know who ‘Jon Kent’ was, or why he was summoned, but he didn’t want to have to defend himself with his English final and a pencil. He pulled the hidden Fentonbat from his pocket and extended it, aiming it at the teen.

“Don’t come any closer.” Danny hissed, “Who are you and why was I summoned here?”

The teen tilted his head. “You don’t recognize me?”

“Am I supposed to?” He kept the bat steady in his hands, but he doubted that it would do much against the teen. Something in him told him that the teen was more highly trained than he was and that he could decimate him without any effort.

The teen reached up and pulled the mask off of his face, looking slightly hopeful. “My name is Damian Wayne.” The teen looked him up and down, “The Jon Kent of my world is dead and you will take his place.”

“Alright, look, uh—Damian, was it? First off, I’m not Jon Kent, don’t even know who that is. Second off, I’m not taking some dead teens place. No way. That’s just creepy and it’s not happening.”

He was starting to get creepy vibes from Damian, and the only other person that creeped him out like this was Vlad, and Vlad was… well, Vlad.

“The world is in danger. Superman is going mad with his grief. He needs his son.” Damian looked into his eyes, “And I need my best friend back.”

“That’s a whole lot of nope from me.” He backed away, but found himself with the desk blocking his retreat. “Look, I’m honored but uh, my sister will get worried if I don’t come home and trust me, you don’t want that.”

“You don’t have a sister.” Damian took a few steps forward.

He stepped around the desk and kept it between him and Damian. “You’ve got the wrong guy! I don’t know who Jon Kent is! My name is Danny! Danny Fenton! And for once in my life, can you please send me back to school so I can take my English test?”

“I thought we would be friends in every universe.” Damian mumbled, “But I guess I was wrong.”

“Cool. Cool. Cool. Uh, quick idea, sending me home sounds fantastic.”

“The world needs you, Jon. I need you.” Damian frowned, “But if you won’t go willingly, I will force you.”

Loosing his temper, he spat: “I’m not Jon, you arrogant ass—“

He was cut off when he saw Damian pull a glowing green rock from his pocket. Instantly, Danny fell to his knees, dragging the desk down with him as he fell. He clutched his chest, making it feel like it was hard to breathe. He lost unconsciousness.

Part two for @emprexkay !!

When he woke up, he noticed that he was outside. He could feel the wind blowing through his hair, and feel the sun on his face. The sun always did make him feel better, but he had no idea why. He opened his eyes slowly, recognizing that he was thrown over Damian’s shoulder. They were running across rooftops, grappling when the distance was too wide. He could hear every step, every breath, and every beat of Damian’s heart. Curse his stupid superhearing.

“Wazzgoinon?” He asked groggily. His mind wasn’t coming back to him in once piece. He felt like he’d gone two rounds with Skulker.

“You don’t have to worry about anything, Jon.”

He groaned. “I’m not Jon.”

“Names have no hold over genetics. You are Jon Kent, just called something different.”

“Seriously, you need to get a life.” He broke Damian’s hold over him quite easily, choosing to hover midair in front of the teen. “Send me home.”

“No.”

“Damian, where are you?” A gruff voice asked over Damian’s comm.

Damian rattled off a location, but Danny didn’t move. He didn’t care who was coming to find Damian. Perhaps he could reason with the new person and get them to have Damian send him home.

“Look.” He ran his hand down his face, groaning softly. “I’m sure Jon was a good kid, but if I don’t get home soon, I will have a lot of people looking for me.”

“Damian.” The gruff voice appeared from behind the teen. The man was wearing all black, with large black horns coming from his head. A black cape swished with every step he took. “What have you done?”

“What needed to be done for the good of Earth.” Damian hadn’t taken his eyes off of Danny the entire time.

“I’m going to ignore… this.” He lazily gestured to Batman’s getup, refusing to call the man a furry. “Can you send me home?”

“No.” Batman replied, “But I can summon someone who can.”

“Thank you.” He gestured to Damian, “I don’t know what his problem is, like seriously, but I’m not some random dead kid and I’ve never met him before in my life. Don’t know anyone who even looks like you. I was taking an English test and minding my own business for once!”

“It’s difficult to explain.” Batman grunted.

“Superman should be here in two minutes.” Damian turned to Batman.

Batman grunted, turning away from Damian. “You’d better know what you’re doing.”

“I do.” Damian smirked.

“Nope. Nope.” He made an X with his arms. “I’m done entertaining this. I’m not some stupid pawn, or some symbol of hope or whatever it is you want me for. If you can’t send me home, like, now, I’ll find my own way home. I’m not bait.”

He flew into the air, ignoring Damian’s cry of “Jon, wait!” Obviously, Damian didn’t listen to a word he ever said since he’d been on this Earth.

Vigilantes were a thing, that was for sure. Maybe he could hide out in Australia, or Germany, or somewhere quiet while he built a portal to the Infinite Realms. It wouldn’t take him longer than a few weeks. From there, it would be easy to find his dimension.

He could hear something chasing him. What the fuck was that? He turned around, half-expecting a ghost. Instead, he turned around and was face-to-face with his father. A much skinnier, more muscled version of him, that was. The man had the same black hair, blue eyes, and face of his father, but instead of an orange jumpsuit, he was wearing a blue and red suit.

Why was his family always crazy in every universe?

“Dad?” He croaked out, half in surprise. “You look…”

“Jon.” Superman breathed, reaching towards him to hug him.

He put some more distance between him and Superman. “I’m not Jon. I kept trying to tell them that. My name is Danny.”

Superman opened and closed his mouth like he was searching for something to say. Tears filled Superman’s eyes as a sob tore through his throat. He found himself hugged by the man anyways as the man had moved before he even registered what was going on.

“Uhh, I’m assuming you’re Superman, but uh, are you going to listen to me or are you going to continue thinking I’m your dead son?”

“I’m sorry.” Superman croaked, “I know you’re not him, it just hurts to see you.”

That comment made him pause. This was his dad. A version of his dad that actually loved him over his love of ghosts. He finally leaned into the hug, patting Superman’s back.

“I know. I’m sorry he’s gone. I’m not him, and whatever you’re doing, I don’t think it’s what he’d want you to do.” He wasn’t fully sure the situation, but from what little he had heard…

Would Jack destroy Earth for him? Did his own father love him that much?

Part three for @may-rbi !

Superman—Clark, he was called in this dimension—took him out for lunch. They sat on the surface of the moon while they ate. It was mostly Danny eating, Clark only picked at his food, clearly not wanting to eat much. The silence had stretched over a half hour now, with the only sounds being Danny’s eating.

“So how did… the other me, Jon, die?” He asked softly, partly unsure of if he should bring it up or not. Jack had always been an over emotional man, but talking out his feelings had always helped his dad.

“I wasn’t on Earth.” Superman responded, looking towards the planet in the distance. “I was on a mission off planet with a few other Leagers. When I came home… I was told that the Joker had murdered my wife and son. It was brutal, and it wasn’t quick for them. Joker took them away from me.” Clark’s voice was full of hurt, and he couldn’t even look Danny in the eye. “So I ripped out his heart. Watched it beat in my hands until it stopped. But it didn’t bring them back, and afterwards I just felt empty. I couldn’t… I can’t live without them.”

“What happened next?” He turned his attention to Clark, licking ketchup off of his fingers. He set down his half-eaten burger in his lap, uncaring of messing up his pants.

“I…” Clark shifted, still refusing to look at him. It was obvious to him that whatever had happened caused him a lot of guilt, and Clark was finding it hard to speak about.

“Take your time.” He patted Clark’s knee, “I know how you get.”

“I’m sorry, J-Danny.” Clark closed his eyes with a gentle sigh. “I feel such shame for what came over me.”

“Trust me when I say I understand how you feel.” He frowned, looking away from Clark.

“I know you’re trying to be comforting, but there’s no way you fully understand.”

“I went totally evil, once.” He looked back at Clark. “I was shown my future by the god of time, and let’s say it wasn’t pretty. I… I killed a lot of people. Good people. Innocent people. I…” he looked down at his hands, flexing his fingers in and out of a fist. “I have powers, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, and I…” he trailed off, noticing that he had Clark’s full attention now.

“I have powers too.” Clark told him, “We have the same powers.”

“Not exactly. While I’m not sure what all you can do, since I’ve only been in this dimension maybe two hours, I don’t think we’re the same.” He got up, the burger on his lap going flying as he began to pace. “It’s difficult to explain.”

“We have all of the time in the world.” Clark smiled, “I’m not going anywhere.”

“My powers…. When I learned what my future self did, what I did… I realized that my powers were stronger than I thought. Stronger than I ever believed possible. I enslaved Earth, Dad. I was the worst dictator known to mankind.”

“What led to that?” Clark asked.

“My family died. My parents, my sister… I was all alone in my grief. So I… had my humanity ripped out of me.”

“So, we really are similar, huh?” Clark’s voice was soft.

“Like father, like son.” He nodded. “It’s not too late for you, though. You haven’t taken over the world, have you?”

“No, I haven’t.” Clark admitted, “But I have done things I’m not proud of.”

“Did you kill anyone else?”

“No.”

“Then you haven’t lost your humanity yet, Dad.” He sat next to his dad, leaning against him. “You may have lost your Jon and Mom, but you’re not totally lost. You just need to find something worth fighting for.”

Clark wrapped his cloak around his shoulders, pulling him close. “I think I already did, son.”

I just realized some horrible implications for this au:

1- if Danny is still Ghost boy in DC world and he gets angry and does the scary eyes, does everyone assume a pit was involved to save that Jon's universe counterpart.

2- Does supes attempt to bring his counterparts back with the pits?

3- I assume this is an early injustice au, where Jon isn't born yet, but dies when Lois was pregnant with him or when he does his multivariate trip?

The DC heroes have yet to let Danny get a word in edgewise, so they are willfully blind to Danny’s heroics and their necessity.

This becomes a problem when Ellie, Danny's baby girl, risks her life to find Danny.

I have no idea who the Big Bad is or if the threat originated on the living side or the ghostly side of the Veil, but it's severe enough that Vlad and Dante are barely slowing it down.

Ellie is barely hanging on by this point, only having enough strength to tell Danny what's happening before passing out and returning to her human form.

Danny steels himself for the battle ahead before gently handing the 3-year-old (Elle had deaged to true age when she had finally stabilized) off to Superman.

Danny promises Clark that he will return soon and begs his alternate father to protect his daughter, but Clark can barely hear him over the blood rushing in his ears.

Danny is not a civilian as Damian had informed him, and was now being sent to battle for his home dimension.

Everything in Clark screams to follow his son through the portal, to not let him out of his sight in fear that this will once again be the last he sees of his son.

But following would mean neglecting the task Danny had set for him.

To care for his granddaughter who lays unconscious in his arms.

Gonna add this in a reblog for @space-dreams-world cause re-reading the reblogs gave me more plot bunnies for this. Reblogging on @darkmodepls cause I love their reblog idea!

Let’s say yes to the Ghost King Danny. Cause why not? I love me some GKD.

Nobody knew how it happened, but somehow Vortex ended up with Aragon’s amulet. This meant that a very angry dragon could control the weather and it was causing a hell of a lot of damage. Amity Park was nearly wiped off the map (This is why Vlad had panic centers built under the streets that were ghost proof) and had spread outside of Amity Park. The only thing that was lucky that was the GIW was so incompetent, they weren’t trying to kill them as much, they were *mostly* firing their weapons at Vortex.

Now that Danny had a clear shot at Vortex, the following battle was almost as difficult as fighting Pariah Dark. Danny confiscated the amulet, and told Aragon to fuck off and that he wasn’t getting it back this time. He told Fright Knight to run a full investigation to how that even happened. Being as he was already in a bitter mood before the battle because of everything that had happened with Damian and Superman, he told Fright Knight to send anyone who hindered his investigation to the fear dimension.

With all of the death that had occurred because he wasn’t in his home dimension to stop Vortex before the threat even started, he was PISSED. He knew exactly who to take his anger out on. Damian and Constantine.

He checked on Vlad and Dante, and after making sure they were both alright, he had Wulf open a portal back to the dimension he had put Ellie. He still didn’t exactly know how to deal with the whole Superman thing; but it wasn’t exactly his dads fault. His dad was as much a victim in this as he was.

He didn’t expect the bone-crushing hug that Clark pulled him into upon seeing him again. Clark looked like he was a second away from crying, and Danny didn’t have the patience to console his father right now. He wanted to snuggle into Ellie, give her some ectoplasm, and nap for ten years.

“John has been avoiding me since you showed up.” Clark started, “Do you know why?”

“Probably because he knows I’m going to kill him.” He growled, holding Ellie against his chest. The three year old was exhausted, and was sleeping soundly against him.

“For what?” Clark asked.

“Do you know how many people died, Dad? Because I wasn’t home to save them?” He hissed.

“That wasn’t your—“

“I WASN’T THERE TO PROTECT THEM!” He smashed his fist into the nearby table, denting it. His eyes were glowing a bright, Lazarus green with his anger.

“Your eyes…” Clark’s eyes widened.

“Forget it.” The glow in his eyes hadn’t died. “I’ll go find him myself.”

Disney princess Danny

It’s known that animals can sense death. Instances where pets gravitate to someone on their death bed and dogs barking at ghosts. Danny already knew this from before he half died, so he was expecting animals to rat him out with their sixth sense or become aggressive or cower from him. Instead, they all behaved the complete opposite than he anticipated.

Stray cats come running to rub against his legs, dogs nearly pull arms out of their owners sockets to get close to him, birds bring him trinkets, raccoons lead him to trash cans full of food, and even squirrels and rats get close to just sit on his shoulders. It’s… weird, but not unwelcome. He always loved animals.

Danny had come to semi-trust the animals that come to him. They know where the good food is and drinking water, they know when to steer away from a certain area right before something happens, and they always know when a person is bad or okay. So when an animal leads him somewhere, he follows. Sometimes they need help and he’s the one they go to. He’s helped plenty of raccoons out of garbage bins and cats out of gutters to have a good relationship with the animals of the streets.

What he isn’t expecting is to be led to Robin again and again.

Dead on Main AU Prompt Fic

Edit: i use @shewhowillrise

The Justice League was choosing their head engineer. They had a few contenders. One being the top student in engineering at Gotham University, even has a scholarship through Jason Wayne’s Scholarship for Underperforming Students. Bruce Wayne has started it after adopting Jason and seeing how smart he was but also how much he struggled in school.

Daniel Fenton lived on the same street as the Monarch Theatre, the same street he found Jason.

Batman couldn’t help but think Daniel was what Jason could have been if he was able to finish school and head off too college.

Batman knocked on the apartment door, not at all surprised at how fast it opened. When setting up the meeting, he could hear the excitement over the phone.

“Hello Batman Sir!” Daniel greeted, holding out a hand. He had a strong firm grip, reminded him of Clark’s. Possibly a meta, which is a plus. With what the kid might encounter while building or making repairs, a meta gene would be good to have, especially strength.

And over the meeting Batman fell more and more in love with the kid’s enthusiasm. Without the guarantee of the job, the kid was ready to give some ideas (that would amazing) incase the League would need them.

The meeting was supposed to be an hour but soon he noticed that the sun was low.

Batman sat up straighter upon hearing a key turn in the lock.

“Oh that’s my partner, sorry, I would I have warned you but I didn’t realize the meeting was going to be this long,” Danny (only creepy billionaires call me Daniel) said, which Batman also noted that he tried his best not to blame Batman for going over the allotted time. Kid’s respectful too.

“Hey Stardust how’d the meeting I’m not supposed to know about go? I’m sure whatever words you stumbled over the Bat didn’t hold it against you for being nerv-” the disembodied voice walks into the dining room, and freezes in surprise before collecting himself, an easy smile going on his face while wiping grease stained hands on his grease stained jeans and stuck one out to shake.

“Hi, I’m Jaylad Peters,” he says but Batman doesn’t take the hand offered. He doesn’t react at all.

In front of him is his baby boy, the one that died in his arms, the one he buried in Gotham Cemetery, near Thomas and Martha. His Jason.

They met when Jason was wandering around Gotham, practically catatonic. He bumped into Danny and when the halfa asked if he was ok, Jason didn’t respond. Danny took him to his home, again a tried to see if he was responsive or would answer any questions and gave him some food (thankfully, he ate on autopilot. Or you could even have Danny feeding him and messaging his jaw to make him swallow). Danny took him to a hospital the next morning just to check on him again. They said he was likely a lost cause and that he could stay in the hopital or a psychiatric ward (like Arkham). Danny refused and said that the guy could just stay with him if he needed and then went through a bunch of tests to prove he was capable of taking care of another person. And being near Danny and his constant care, Jason slowly started to respond to more things. Eventually, he even started to talk and was able to become self aware again. And once he was coherent enough, Danny asked his name or where he was from but…the guy didn’t remember. No matter what they tried (even calling Jazz) nothing seemed to help. Everyone said the guy’s memories would either return in time or not at all. But Danny stayed with him throughout all of it and promised he would help the guy find out about his past if he wanted to know. They also went through a bunch on names (although it was really just Danny calling him a bunch of different names/nicknames ) until Jason liked one. Like just going about his day “hey Frank we’re out of milk” “Tommy, I don’t think that cat is friendly.” “Perry? Perry listen to me don’t you dare.” “Hey Billy boy, I’m fine. I don’t need sleep.” “NOOO BOB! Don’t take my coffeeeeeee.” “Hey Jaylad, you ok?”) and finally a name stuck.

Since he was never dipped in the Lazarus pits, Jason doesn’t have pit rage. Also, just as a side note, Danny’s core purrs when he’s happy/content.

Over time, Danny helped Jason get adjusted to society again. Even helped him with getting a job. Jaylad was beyond grateful for this man’s help. Both in finding him, taking care of him so he wasn’t stuck in a building filled with nothing but white walls, and also for never giving up on him. At this point, Jason didn't actually need to stay with Danny but he wanted to. So he just…never moved out. But throughout all of this, Danny never stoped looking for Jason’s real family. He never forgot his promise and he could tell the question weighed on his boyfriend’s (they’re dating now!) mind.

Danny trying to get a job with the Justice League is actually him trying to get access to their computer so he can try and find Jason’s family. What if Jason was actually a recluse so there were no pictures of one Jason Todd. Plus, Jason Todd was dead and Danny was looking for a missing person.

Batman eventually figures this out but doesn’t know how to feel….or even if he should tell them. The bat family has NEVER seen Jason this happy or relaxed. And telling him could pull him back in the dangerous life again. Jason has something really good going on. He has a job, even got to go to school, he has a boyfriend. The batfamily…don’t know if they want to drag him back into their chaotic life. The life Jason already died in once. And the worst thing of all…they can’t tell Jason without revealing their identities to his boyfriend. So the batfamily just watch the two searching for clues. And do nothing.

“Unfortunately, even though it’s small, the ecto in your bloodstream makes it impossible for the rest to come back conclusive of anything, much less family history,” Danny states, and Jaylad freezes from where he’s making them afternoon tea.

“What computer?”

“The ones that will be aboard the Watchtower. Had to test them to make sure they’re working bu-”

“Don’t,” he says, almost slamming down the teapot. Jaylad’s never been harsh before so this catches all of Danny’s attention.

“But your-”

“I don’t care,” Jaylad starts heavy breathing, “not…not when the GIW just barely got disbanded, and the Anti ECTO Acts dismissed not two months ago. Don’t,” he loves how determined Danny is for him but this, “Don’t put yourself at risk for me, not like this.”

“Jay, how can I not use the resources at my disposal to help you find your family!”

“When it could cost you a job! A-A livelihood! The government only dismissed the act because they believe ghosts are still a phony road side attraction. What would happen to you if the JLA caught you huh?”

“I’d make up something! I don’t know! I don’t care if they catch me-”

“I do!” Jaylad yells and then the apartment grows quiet. The two breathe for a moment before Jaylad speaks.

“I’m sorry I yelled. I just…I appreciate you trying everything you can to help me find my past but, you’re my family too. And I don’t want to be the reason you’re caught by whoever.”

Danny sighs, “I’m sorry too, for not asking you first if you thought this was a good idea. I just, I want to help you find your family so much,” he hugs him, and Jaylad’s arms come around him too, “I didn’t think about the consequences for me.”

Jaylad snorts, “that’s because you’re a self sacrificing idiot,” he squeezes once more before pulling away to look at Danny, “but seriously, we’re already on the brink of being illegal beings, I just, would rather find my family the legal way.”

“Okay,” Danny throws his hands up playfully, “okay. I promise. No more skirting around the law.”

On the rooftop across from them, Nightwing’s chest grows heavy. Not only is his brother looking for them, but someone else is also hunting him.

“Fenton,” Batman startled Danny as he walked into his workshop, “Do you have a moment?”

“Uh, yeah? I’m kinda in between projects right now.” Danny said as he leaned against his workstation. “What’s up?”

“A recent concern raised by The Flash has us doing a new project. It’s in regards to the significant others of the Watchtower employees.” Bruce wasn’t lying, Barry had brought it up when he pointed that if their enemies had been able to clone one of their sidekicks, who was to saw they didn’t try to clone one of their employees or a significant other of the employee. “An incident some time ago raises the concern of clones being used to influence our employees. We’ll need a small blood sample, we have a program that’s able to detect the small irregularities that clones have that normal tech can’t detect. I know this does feel invasive, but right now we don’t know of another method to identify clones.”

“Father, Agent A wishes to know if you’ll be home for dinner.” Robin asks from the doorway.

“I’m just wrapping up here Robin. Fenton?”

Danny acts like he’s considering it, but it’s the perfect opportunity for him to help Jay out without putting his job at risk. “Well, Jay’s blood is a little contaminated, you might need my help with that.”

“He’s been exposed to the Lazarus Pits, I could tell from how his eyes had a light green glow. I have experience with people exposed to the pits.” Bruce assured him.

Danny looked at Bruce with a confused expression, “What are Lazarus Pits.” That throws a wrench in the plan.

Bruce considers the possibility that Danny is playing it off that he doesn’t know. Considering what Dick heard the other night, Danny knows about it but Bruce can see the sincerity of confusion on his face. He’s seen Danny lie before (small things, well, Barry says stealing his high metabolism yogurt isn’t small but Bruce doesn’t really care about that right now). Danny’s a terrible liar. His tell is his fingers start to look for something to fidget with. And they’re completely calm where they sit on the workstation. No tapping fingers or using a nail to scratch the surface.

Bruce thinks back to the recording Dick played.

“I believe you call it…ecto?” Bruce says, a little unsure. And he sees Danny’s entire demeanor change. The young adult who’s always open and friendly with a smile has suddenly disappeared.

Danny stands up straight, knuckles white as they tighten to fists. Bruce can tell a minute change where he’s breathing heavily. Scared.

“I’ve been trying to find anything about ecto, unfortunately most of the research published about it is incredibly biased, and quite frankly concerning. I do apologize for eavesdropping on your conversation, but…” Bruce trailed off, not knowing how to explain why they had eavesdropped on Danny’s conversation with Jaylad.

Damian let out a tsk, “What father is struggling to say is that your paramour bears a striking resemblance to his deceased son and my adopted older brother. While father avoids patrolling in that area too much due to his own issues Nightwing is not above doing that.”

Bruce let out a heavy sigh, “Robin is correct. I do apologize for the invasion of privacy, despite my reputation I do respect it. Some of my children however have a different way of showing that they respect it. If you could point us to someone who has an unbiased view of ecto and how it works that would be appreciated. If it has any relation to the Lazarus Pits, well I have several enemies who abuse the pits that the information could prove useful against.”

Danny calmed down, although his heart rate had accelerated slightly, despite its slow beat. “I actually know a lot about ecto, the Doctor Fentons are my parents, well, former parents. I’m emancipated from them. But I know some ecto beings you could talk to that could help you out way more.”

Bruce gave Danny a small smile, “I would appreciate that. Now,” Suddenly Batman fell away and all that Danny could see was The Bat, “Who is trying to hunt you down and make you illegal beings?” The Bat’s voice was dangerously low and Danny could feel dark emotions rolling off of him, but they were directed at the people trying to hurt Danny and Jay.

‘Oh fuck Batman is liminal.’ Danny thought to himself as Batman’s mouth disappeared into the shadows despite the room being so well lit.

“Some uh,” seeing The Bat was both terrifying but exhilarating. He’s one of us, but he obviously didn’t know based on his limited knowledge of ecto. “Some rag tag groups here and there now. Used to be part of a bigger organization but thankfully President Luther thought my…species was fake science enough to pull their funding.

Danny tried his hardest not to show his nervousness while pulling out a file he kept in the bottom of his desk drawer. Here he was, showing he broke the rules in front of the person who made them. No using the Justice League Association equipment for personal private investigations. But how else was he to keep tabs on Agent K and his scrapped together team.

Opening the file, he brought out a satellite picture of a group of white vans parked around an abandoned Luther Corp warehouse.

Danny watched as Robin walked over, pulling the photo closer to look at it. The Bat leaned over his prodigy’s shoulder.

“Used to work under Ghost Investigation Ward. The current leader’s name is Agent K. His partner, Agent O, I haven’t been able to find since the company disbanded…”

Robin shifted through the file while The Bat watched. The silence made Danny more nervous.

“I’m…I’m sorry, I-I know you said not to use the equipment for personal investigations but…I…I just wanted to make sure Jay and I were safe. I promise I didn’t use it for anything else. Don’t…don’t let this color how you see my people. Please.”

Danny remembers the propaganda from GIW’s programs around Amity. Ecto Beings were liars, untrustworthy, would use your emotions against you. And here he was, proving them all right even though all he wanted was what little happiness he found to be safe.

“I’m not upset with you,” And just as quickly The Bat disappeared and Batman was back. “I wish you had felt safe enough to come to us with these concerns, but I understand hiding them.” He gently patted Danny on the shoulder, but Danny was surprised by something that he noticed.

The change between The Bat and Batman, it reminded him of himself when he would switch between human form and ghost form. In fact, the way the shadows moved around Batman as he transformed, that was a near exact replication of a halfa transformation. “I have some other files back home, I could go get them if you’d like.” He couldn’t air out his suspicions, for all he knew Batman was a liminal who used magic. He needed more proof. “If you could get me a sample of these Lazarus Pits I could tell you its relation to ecto. I can whip together some stuff that can be able to analyze it.”

“That is appreciated. Have you seen any of the people hunting you in Gotham?” Bruce immediately went for the big question.

Danny didn’t immediately answer, noticing again how the shadows receded around Batman, as if he was taking on another form but it wasn’t as obvious like when he became The Bat. “Not that I can tell. But my parents have tried to get in, ever since the GIW’s funding got cut my parents started working for them pro bono. I’ve tried to explain to them what ecto beings are really like, but they just wouldn’t listen.” Danny got sad remembering the fight he and his parents had when he destroyed the portal. He had learned how to make his own portals thanks to observing Cujo so he could still go to the Infinite Realms for his ghostly needs without relying on the portal in his basement. But it had hurt a lot seeing how easily his parents had signed off on his emancipation, and the glare his normally happy father gave him he couldn’t forget. “They make their gadgets and weapons, if you can get me pictures of what they’re using I can help you make counters to them.”

Bruce smiled at Danny, “I’m certain The Question would love the opportunity to take down a branch of the government. Is it okay if I loop him in?”

“Can he keep a secret?”

“To protect others yes. And he knows how to reveal the dirty laundry of a lot of dangerous people, I’m certain he’ll be able to find this Agent O soon enough. Now, Robin?”

“Yes Father?”

Suddenly The Bat was back, skipping over the state that had been in between the one Batman had been and The Bat, “Inform Agent A that I’ll be missing dinner. I have some hunting to do within Gotham.” The Bat slunk out of the workshop, not making a sound unlike Batman.

“Your dad is terrifying you know that right?” Danny asked Robin who puffed up a bit in pride.

“I am aware. I’ll have your samples of the Lazarus Pits delivered to you within the next ten hours, will that be enough time for you to build the necessary equipment?”

“More than enough. Gives me time to figure out who to call to explain the nature of ecto to you guys.”

“Batman would be up to meeting a yeti. It wouldn’t be the weirdest thing he’s worked with,” Jay said after the beat of silence in their living room. He was glaring out the window to the empty roof across from them. He had calmed down when Danny told him Batman was on their side.

Danny snorted, “oh and how would you know?”

“I…just do.” He finished lamely. It’s things he knows, how to tie his shoes, how to cook pasta, he loves Jane Austen, Batman has worked with different creatures before. It’s the same feeling he gets when looking at a broken clock and he has an uncontrollable urge to change the hands to say 10:47. Or the uncomfortable familiarity he feels when seeing a picture of Bruce Wayne on the news or in gossip rags. Things of his life he knows but can’t fucking reach.

He ignores the look Danny’s face contorts too. He knows Danny doesn’t mean it badly with the pity in his eyes, but in his guts he knows he despises pity. He doesn’t know where that sense of pride comes, but he knows it’s like everything else.

“So Frostbite?” Danny asks, laying his head on Jay’s shoulder. Jay lays his head against his, and sighs.

You’d be best, Jay thinks. Danny’s felt in adequate in any of his confidence in knowledge since everything he learned from the Doctor Fentons was flipped on their head. But Jay won’t push where Danny’s not ready.

“It’s either him or Vlad and I don’t think any amount of trucing with that guy makes him trustworthy for the League.”

When Frostbite first meets The Bat it is after he and Danny have finished analyzing the Lazarus Pit samples, and it was when The Bat was dragging Agent K by the handcuffs from the Zeta Tube, “Diana, could you handle the interrogation for Agent K? I have a meeting I need to get to. Oracle will give you access to the file on them.” The Bat stood taller and Batman was back, handing off the GIW agent to Wonder Woman. Looking over at the lab where Danny and Frostbite were working he entered, “You must be Frostbite.”

“Indeed! Great One has spoken very highly of you, thank you for bringing our attention to these Lazarus Pits.” Frostbite took Batman’s hand and shook it. “You take good care of your own.” Batman didn’t know what Frostbite was referring to with that statement, but he wasn’t currently interested in asking.

“What can you tell me about the Lazarus Pits?” He got right to business.

“So,” Danny clapped his hands together and pulled up an image of the inner workings of Ecto and the inner workings of the Lazarus Pits, “The Lazarus Pits have similar properties to a type of ecto that we make in the Infinite Realms.”

“You make Ecto? Like farming?”

“More like wine making. The type of ecto that the Lazarus Pits is similar to is our version of brandy, although it’s become rancid from exposure to mortal elements.” Danny explain, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.

“The Lazarus Pits is expired Ecto Alcohol?” Batman asked incredulously.

“Indeed, and from what your files talked about them people have been using them as means of resurrection. That is extremely dangerous to the health of their body and spirit,” Frostbite took over while Danny went back to upgrading the blood taker so that it can be able to scans contaminated blood. “While being near these can cause one to become liminal, bathing in them could lead to madness, Ecto/flesh instability, and the high risk of the soul tearing itself apart before you completely depart from the mortal world. If enough are contaminated it could cause what the Great One called a zombie apocalypse.”

Batman processed what he could at that time, and made a note to get Talia as far away from the Lazarus Pits as possible as soon as he’s done with this meeting. “Can I assume that you saw my files on the Talons of the Court of Owls? They are created from an altered version of the Lazarus Pits, how might that be different?”

“The stuff they use is like an expired non-alcoholic drink. For us it doesn’t give as much sustenance but for mortals it doesn’t fully resurrect them. It’s the closest thing to zombies without them actually being zombies.” Danny explained before going back to finishing the upgrades.

“If you could bring some Talons to me to examine I may be able to help you find a way to release the bodies from the torment they are forced into.” Frostbite made his request.

“I’ll make sure to capture some soon. By the way, the notes on Ecto you put into the database helped me have a better understanding of it. Could you give an examination of one of our Dark heroes Deadman? I’m worried he may not be getting enough Ecto for himself.” Batman requested.

“Of course, I will remain here to examine any heroes who are liminal and have concerns about their health. It’s clear you were already focusing on that for yourself.” Batman chose to come back to that later.

“Are the upgrades complete?”

Danny closed up the panels and stepped back, “Yup, you can put Jay’s blood in now.” Danny grabbed the vial of blood that Jay gave him and put it in the newly upgraded analyzer.

The machine whirred to life and began its analysis of the blood. For a few minutes the machine processed the blood before it let out ding and pulled up a file of someone that Jay shared blood with. It pulled up the file of the second Robin, Jason.

Danny stared wide eyed at the result, before he noticed the look of fear on Batman’s face. For the first time Batman looked like he was hyperventilating, that he was afraid. “Jason.” He whispered hoarsely, “It really is him.” Batman stumbled back slightly would’ve fallen over if Frostbite didn’t catch him. His son was alive, his baby boy was alive. How? Who brought him back?

Batman straightened up and tried to get his emotions back under control, “Make a copy of the file and show it to Jaylad, see if it jogs his memories. I… I need to go handle something.” Batman walked quickly out of the lab, ignoring Superman who had rushed over when he heard Bruce’s heartbeat become irregular. Going through the Zeta Tube he returned to the Batcave and saw Alfred cleaning the display cases. “Alfred,” He spoke out, stumbling slightly.

“Master Bruce! Were you attacked? What’s happened?” Alfred rushed forward and grabbed Bruce by the shoulders and helped him sit down.

“Alfred, I need you to do something. Don’t ask questions, I just need you to do it, please. Jason, Jason’s alive, our suspicions about Jaylad Peter. Alfred, that dream you told me about, the one you have that always causes you to wake up smiling. Grab every gun that you’ll need and fulfill it. He’s at Arkham right now, don’t stop even if I change my mind. I can’t- I can’t let him hurt Jason again, I won’t let him.” Bruce was starting to cry, his brain was processing everything too fast, there was too much going through his head.

Alfred gently hugged Bruce before he stood up. He walked up the stairs back to the mansion, passing Dick and Tim who were coming down to the cave to get ready for patrol, “None of you are going on patrol tonight. Make sure Master Bruce doesn’t leave the cave until I get back.” Alfred stepped into the study and went over to one of the book cases and removed a row of books, behind which was a shotgun. He picked up it up and began to load it up with ammo. He grabbed a few more guns from some hiding places, then left the manor. Walking past a bewildered Stephanie, Cassandra, and Duke, he gave them a nod as he closed the door. It was time for him to go on a hunt.

The file folder was taunting him. A tan colored paper never gave him this feeling of trepidation before. Danny gave him the file a few hours ago and left him alone. Well, more like Danny left to the bedroom to give him space but close enough incase he needed him.

Jaylad, or Jason as the file name said, hadn’t had the courage to even touch the damn thing. The tv was on in the background, to tune out the deafening silence of trepidation.

Inhaling, he decided to finally look at the file. He barely got the front flipped over when an emergency announcement blared on the tv.

“The joker was found dead in his cell moments ago,” the news reporter said, “police are investigating but Batman is no where to be found.”

“Security footage shows a man that bears a striking resemblance to Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne’s butler. The shooter walked into the asylum armed to the teeth but faced no resistance from security. When asked by reporters they simply said they weren’t getting in between this fight. No witnesses have come forward to identify the shooter.”

Jay- Jason- Whatever his name is, looked at the TV in surprise. It felt strange, but his ectoplasm suddenly felt way calmer. Almost as if- Jason’s thoughts stopped as a piercing pain shot through his head and let out a scream. Danny immediately rushed to him as Jason held his head in pain, memories, so many memories coming to front of his mind, fighting for a space for him to concentrate on. It hurt, it hurt so much.

Danny held onto Jason tight, trying to get his ectoplasm to release calming emotions to him, but Jason’s mind, his core, was remembering everything. Frostbite had warned him that for ghosts regaining lost memories could be painful, and he didn’t know how it would affect Halfas.

At Wayne Manor Alfred walked through the door, blood staining his suit but he had a content smile on his face. “Al? Did you kill the Joker?” Stephanie asked hesitantly. The emotion was shared among the rest of Bruce’s children. They knew that Alfred was dangerous but for as long as they had known him he hadn’t killed. He was their kindly grandfather.

“Master Bruce gave me permission, and even though he said not to stop even if he changed his mind I would’ve stopped if he asked. So I had to make quick work of the clown, a quick death was far too kind to him, oh what I would’ve given to be able to inflict every pain I had hoped to give him, but I would not give him the chance to live. How is Master Bruce?” Alfred folded his sleeves up and took his bloodstained gloves off. He placed his guns upon a table and went into the kitchen to do a rudimentary cleaning of his skin.

“He’s at Jason’s grave. Al what the hell happened that Bruce gave you permission to kill the Joker?” Tim asked.

“I won’t say a word until Master Bruce feels it is right. Just know to not expect this to become a common occurrence.” Alfred smiled at his grandchildren, and despite the blood stained clothes he wore they felt safe with him.

“Tsk, you should’ve contacted mother, she would’ve been happy to aid you in the endeavor.” Damian muttered. He knew what had caused it but much like Alfred he wasn’t going to say anything until Father deemed it was okay.

Gordan grumbled to himself as he stood in the middle of the crime scene.

“You good Comish?” One of the officers piped up from where they were collecting evidence.

“He couldn’t have done it more low key for christs sake?”

The officers all looked at each other bewildered. Decades of weeding people out to finally crack down on the crime of Gotham, they were the best team Gordan ever had. And here he was complaining he had a clean cut case.

“I’m-m sorry?”

“Oh don’t get a stick up your ass Smith,” Gordan huffed, “we all wanted this day to come.” Under his breath he continued on about how he was going to through an old geezer into prison for doing this city a favor.

The officers all shared looks. They knew everyone here had lost someone because of the dead clown that grew cold in the middle of the room.

“It appears I forgot to wear gloves when taking dna samples,” an officer said while standing up, latex gloves still on his hands, “I’m afraid any evidence I bagged is contaminated.”

“I forgot to put an SD card in the camera, and it’ll be a pain to go back to the station to get one, seeing as the roads are blocked for an impromptu parade,” another officer said, taking the SD card out and crushing it between her fingers.

Another officer dropped a piece of metal down the drain in the cell, “The shooter must have taken the bullets with him after, so I unfortunately can’t identify the gun at this moment.”

“I’m sorry sir, that my team was so ill prepared and clumsy with this investigation Commissioner,” the detective stated, “next time they will be on the ball.”

Gordan’s pursed lips grew into a smirk.

—

Dick had his arms wrapped around Bruce, hugging him from the back as his father kelt before his brother’s grave. Something had to have changed for Bruce to give Alfred permission like that, but instead of asking questions, he let Bruce sob it out. He’ll have time later to ask, he’s just relieved that stupid clown can’t hurt any more of his family.

Bruce moves, wiping his eyes and grabs a phone out of his pocket. Dick recognizes it as the phone Bruce uses for Batman cases, a way for civilians to contact him for the moment.

Dick learned his snoopy nature from Bruce so it’s second nature to read the text from over his shoulder.

He’s awake and he remembers.

“Who?” Dick asks as Bruce stands up, a smile across his face.

“When we’re with the family,” Bruce kisses the top of Dick’s head, “I have good,” his eyes well up again, “good news.”

As Gotham holds the biggest parade its ever had Bruce was with his family in the mansion’s living room. “Our suspicions about Jaylad Peters were right. He was suffering from amnesia and didn’t remember us, until today when he regained his memories. I found out at the Watchtower when I was meeting with Fenton and his friend Frostbite regarding Ecto and the relation the Lazarus Pits have with. I will show you the footage of that meeting later but for now, Danny and… and Jason are coming here right now to meet.”

Tim rubbed his chin, “So that’s why you gave Alfred permission. Oh by the way, Barbara sends her regards she’s currently celebrating. She reported that all criminals are out celebrating themselves or staying home so we really don’t need to patrol tonight.”

“Good, that’s good to hear.” Bruce smiled slightly. Was he happy that he gave Alfred permission to kill the Joker? No. Would he give it again in a heartbeat if it meant protecting his children? Without question.

“Jason’s really alive?” Dick asked, unable to fully believe it. “And he’s coming here?”

Bruce pulled Dick in for a sideways hug, “Yes, to both. I don’t know how he was resurrected, and I’m certain I’ll ask at some point, but for now I’m just grateful to have him back.”

Elsewhere in Gotham Danny and Jason were driving through the streets, facing plenty of traffic due to the celebrations. “How you feeling?” Danny asked.

“Nervous, angry, something. Why didn’t he have the Joker killed before when I first died?”

Danny patted Jason on the shoulder comfortingly, “I actually saw the file on that. Apparently Joker become the ambassador of Iran or something and got political protection. Batman was apparently trying to kill him but Superman stopped him. People had thought Joker died in a helicopter crash, but he clearly survived. By the time he came back the third Robin had forced himself into being Batman’s sidekick and helped mellow him out.”

Jason blinked a few times, “Who the fuck made him an ambassador?”

Danny let out a laugh, “Don’t know.”

Jason pursed his lips, “Do you- do you still want to be with me even though I have my memories back?”

“Of course I do. Jason, I fell in love with you because of how kind you are, and how well you fight, neither of those things has changed. I’m excited to learn even more about the love of my life. I’m staying with you, and nothing is changing that.” Danny gave Jason a wide smile as they finally managed to get on the road to the Wayne Mansion.

The family all sat, waiting.

“Are you able to procure this ecto so I may make food with Master Jason’s dietary needs?” Alfred asked, breaking the silence.

“I believe his paramour has been making sure he keeps his nutrition up, but I’m sure you can ask Danny when we meet him,” Bruce states, straightening from where he was fidgeting with the seam of his pants.

“Paramour?” Dick snorted, “that’s such a Jason word.”

Bruce laughed, “well they do seem more mature than each other’s boyfriends, but I didn’t see a ring. I have a feeling one is soon though.”

Dick smiled, “Should have known out of any of us, Jason would get married first, that romantic little nerd.”

Bruce was about to respond when a knock sounded at the door.

For once Bruce beat Alfred to the door. Pulling it open he looked at Jason, who stood there nervously rubbing his neck with Danny standing behind him, “H-hey B, h-“

Bruce cut him off by bringing him in for a bone crushing hug, “Jason, oh my baby boy. I missed you so much.”

Jason teared up as he hugged Bruce back, “I missed you too dad.”

“JASON!” Dick launched himself over the two and hugged Jason from the other side.

“Hey Dickface, good to see you,” Jason turned his head to smile at Dick. Turning it back he saw Alfred smiling at him, “Hey Al, I’m surprised they haven’t put you on the seat of honor for the parade.”

“It’s good to see you Master Jason. Master Bruce, Master Dick, please release him so he and Master Danny can come in. There are a few introductions in order, I also informed Miss Kyle about what has happened. She’ll be here shortly,” Bruce and Dick untangled themselves only for Alfred to capture Jason in his own hug, “It is so good to see you again my boy, it just hasn’t been the same.”

Danny smiled at the sight of this family, “Danny,” Bruce caught his attention, “What are you doing standing out there? Get in here, I wanna hear all about how you and Jason met,” Danny hesitantly stepped into the manor and Bruce gave him a one armed hug, “Thank you for everything. So when do you plan to propose, you already have my blessing.”

Danny blushed emerald, “I don’t know what you mean Mister Wayne.”

“No Misters with me. And I recognize that look in your eyes. Me and Dick used to have the same look for Selina and Kori back then before we lost Jason. Our grief caused us to lose those relationships, I don’t intend for you two to have any delays in getting together. Besides, if it’s a ring you’re having trouble with I have one I can give you,” Bruce gave Danny a small smile and passed him a ring, “It’s the ring my mother gave my father when they proposed to each other, it might need a small reforging but I think Jason will love it.”

Danny held the ring carefully, “Thank you, Bruce. I’ll ask him soon.”

“Meet the new siblings!” Dick says, shaking Jason’s shoulders in his never ending side hug.

They stop in front of a black kid, who’s not wearing any expensive stuff. Jason guesses he’s most likely-

“The newest addition! Duke! He’s the day shift. Powers of the lights of the universe!”

“Photokinesis,” Duke states with a smile, shaking Jason’s hand, “and I go by The Signal.”

“My way of explaining it is way cooler,” Duke assured before dragging Jason to the next kid. A blonde wearing all gucci purple.

“Stephenie! She’s-“

“Technically not one of Bruce’s kids,” she says, “I just dangle the promise of letting him adopt me as I use all his money.”

“I like you,” Jason says, shaking her hand.

“Call me Spoiler on patrol. Just don’t call me late for dinner.”

“Oh now you ruined it,” Jason jokes back, causing her to laugh as Dick drags him to a tiny little cutie kid in a sweater vest.

“This is Damian. Current Robin. Dad’s son with Talia.”

“Very apt description brother,” Damian says while Jason’s brain reboots.

“Talia?!” Jason asks Dick, but turns back to the kid by his -tt-

“What about my mother?”

“I…” Jason paused, “I’m just surprised such a…sophisticated woman chose that…man.”

Dick and Jason let out a breath as it seemed that Damian agreed.

Dick pulled Jason to an Asian girl who looked the same age as Jason, who dressed in a simple black sweater and black jeans and sneakers.

“This is Cassandra. Or Black Bat. She doesn’t talk, she uses sign but I don’t know how much you-“

Jason laughed, then tilted his head, shrugging. Cass in turn snorted and shook her head in exasperation.

“Um…what?”

“Can…you not feel what she’s saying or implying with her ambient emotions?”

Dick just stared at him, “okay moving on, and coming back to that later. Last but certainly not least, Tim. Red Rob-”

Jason pulled Tim into a hug, “I heard that you kept dad alive after my passing. Thank you for not letting his grief swallow him whole. I am sorry that is the Bruce you had to meet. I’m sure it wasn’t pretty.”

Skinny arms curled around Jason, “thank you,” the kid says.

-

Bruce smiled at Danny while he looked at the ring, “Jason picked it out himself from my father’s collection.”

“Oh?” Danny prompted, wanting to hear stories about his Jay. The nostalgia rolling off Bruce was intoxicating in the way ice cream was.

“It was a few weeks after I took him in. I found him snooping around for things to steal. Now, I wasn’t mad at him. I knew that taking in a homeless kid, he wouldn’t be trusting of me. And silverware can only be pawned for so much,” a fond smile broke across his face, “I don’t know how but he knew not to touch my mother’s pearls. Instead, he looked in my father’s only jewelry box.”

He cupped the hand Danny had the ring, “and that’s how I found him. Reciting Romeo and Juliet’s wedding with the ring. He’s always been a little boy looking for someone to love him, love him unconditionally. And I did, but due to my actions, he didn’t believe it. And that’s how I lost him. I regret it to this day. I…I don’t know how you did it but he believes it with you. I am honored to call you my son-in-law.”

Bruce pats Danny on the shoulder, giving the lad some time before he straightens to the room, “I believe it’s dinner time. Alfred, uh, due to other engagements, were you able to make dinner?”

I have a special place in my heart for fics of the Justice League trying to look into this super powered kid who shows up at random to help, only for him to avoid them like his life depends on it and constantly vanish, and one day, they finally get to talk to him and realize he’s a half ghost who’s completely and utterly terrified of them.

I love Danny who’s scared to his second death of them, especially of being caught by them, but helps them when they need it anyways because he feels like he has to and runs away at the first chance he gets!

And the more he does this, the more he grabs their attention, and he knows this. He knows he’s getting the second last thing he wants, knowing they’d turn him into the G.I.W., but helps anyways. And then he gets caught and is having a panic attack and crying thinking about all the experiments he’d be subjected to soon. All the horrific acts he’d be put through and be unable to stop it because there actually is a point of no return, and giving into the temptation to help them has just brought him to it.

He gets injured helping them. They take him to the Watchtower medbay to heal him. Danny wakes up on a table with doctors standing over him and freaks out

@op-sys-chaos per your tags, the ball’s in your court. :3

—

Waking up was slow in all the wrong ways. It wasn’t a weekend in his bed, or a “sick day” Jazz called in after a hard fight. His brain felt like melted ice cream, and Danny wanted it to ooze out if it’d make the headache stop.

Thinking was hard, but he picked up on the voices. Too many, and too soft. Why weren’t his parents clanking around, or at least yelling? He tried to remember, but it just wasn’t coming.

“Is he waking up?”

“Paging them now.”

Opening his eyes felt like gravity making up for lost time. It felt like a star at his back, pulling him down, and the weight of it burned.

“Kid, can you hear us?”

Fear clawed at Danny’s throat, borderline rabid, but his body fought against him. He struggled against the hand pushing him towards the bed. He needed out. He needed—

“It’s okay, the doctors are here.”

—escape velocity.

“Found him!” Superman exclaimed over comms. “Batman, you’re closest. He shows up super weird on X-ray vision so it’s definitely him. He’s under the bed in Canary’s bedroom.”

“On my way,” Batman replied. He shut his comms off and made sure to let his footsteps make noise as he approached, not wanting to startle the kid.

“Hello?” he asked softly as he pushed open the door, using the voice meant for victims. “Are you in here? I won’t harm you, I swear on my children’s lives.”

“You… have kids?” a quiet voice whispered in response.

Bingo. Most people outside of Gotham were surprised to learn that his children were in fact his kids (Gothamites assumed that it was obvious), but knowing he had children of his own often helped calm down scared kids, which this… meta? Being? Entity? Seemed to be.

“I do,” Batman replied, taking a seat at Canary’s desk. He slowly took off his gloves so that his hands were in plain view and there were no weapons able to be concealed in them. Then he put his gloves in his lap and let his hands dangle by his side, where they should be visible from under the bed. “Thank you,” he said after a moment of silence.

“For what?” the voice under the bed quietly asked.

“You’ve helped my friends and I quite a lot. It means a lot to us that you’re willing to help, especially since you’ve done an amazing job helping us out. Even if we do wish that someone who we assume is a child wouldn’t put themself in harms way like that. Are you a child, by the way?”

“…I’m 15.”

“A teenager, then,” Batman replied, remembering how insistent Damian was that being over 13 meant that he was a teenager and not a child. “Regardless, thank you for all of your help.”

“You’re welcome,” the voice whispered.

“May I ask your name?”

“Danny Phantom.” The voice was a bit more confident, seemingly growing comfortable with talking to him.

“It’s nice to meet you, Danny Phantom,” Batman replied with a soft smile. “I apologize for moving you to our medbay without asking your permission first. You were in bad shape and we couldn’t wake you to ask you. You don’t have to return there for treatment if it makes you uncomfortable, but we would really prefer if you would. Seeing you so injured on our behalf makes us sad, and we wanted to do what we could to help.”

There was no response from under the bed for a minute, but Bruce was willing to wait. Eventually, Phantom spoke.

“I was scared the GIW had caught me,” he admitted. “Or, that you’d give me to them. I… didn’t think you’d want to help me.”

“Why?” Bruce asked gently. “What’s the GIW?”

“You don’t know?” The response was fast this time, and Phantom sounded incredulous.

“No, I don’t. I’ve never heard of them.”

“But… doesn’t the Justice League work with the government sometimes? How do you not know? There’s no way you’ve never heard of them!”

“They’re a government agency? I’ve never heard of them. One moment, let me ask someone. He researches this type of thing a lot more often.” Bruce flicked on his comm, connecting to the Bat network instead of the JL one. “Red Robin.”

“Batman.”

“I need information on a government agency called the GIW.”

“One moment.” Batman heard keys clacking. “A defunct agency that hunted ghosts.” So Phantom was a ghost? Interesting. “Deadman’s existence prompted JL Dark to shut them down the moment they learned of them.”

“JL Dark shut them down, you said?”

“Yes.”

“Why wasn’t it in their reports?”

“It happened in January. It’s only November, B. They haven’t sent in their annual list yet.”

Ah, that explained it. Instead of reporting every time they shut someone down, JL Dark typically compiled a list of groups they’d fought and/or shut down and submitted it at the end of each year. They claimed it made it easier for the JL to sort through, but Bruce suspected that it was more Constantine’s great loathing of paperwork that caused them to adopt this system.

Bruce left the comm on as he turned back to the bed. “I hadn’t heard of them,” he told Phantom, “but one of our branches shut them down months ago.”

“But… but they attacked me two days ago!”

Bruce frowned. “Red Robin, did you hear that?”

“Looking into it now.”

“Who’s Red Robin?” Phantom asked.

“One of my sons,” Bruce replied quietly.

“Oh,” Phantom replied, a hint of trust and relief hiding in his tone.

“Uh, B?” Red’s voice said a moment later.

“Report.”

“They’re still active, they just changed their name. The funding that used to go to the “Ghost Investigation Ward” now goes to the “Anti-Ecto Control Patrol” instead. They’re still active.”

“Send everything you find to the JLD.”

“On it.”

Bruce turned his comm back off. “My deepest apologies, Phantom. It seems that they were not as gone as my colleagues had thought. They’re operating under a new name. We will make sure they can’t harm you ever again, though.”

“Wait, what? You’re not… you’re not turning me over to them? You’re… shutting them down??”

“Yes.” Bruce slowly extended a hand towards the bed. “But it would be easier with your help. Would you be willing to tell us about them?”

A hand reached out slowly and grabbed his, and Bruce helped Phantom slide out from under the bed.

“Yeah.”

“Good. But first, let’s get you fixed up, okay? You did pass out on the battlefield, after all. And you still have one massive gash left that our doctors didn’t get to stitch up before you ran off.”

“Oh. Yeah. Let’s do that,” Phantom replied with a small nod.

Smiling gently at him, Bruce grabbed his gloves in one hand and used the other, which Phantom held in his ice-cold grip, to lead the young man out of the room.

Superman was standing outside of the room. Phantom tensed up immediately, but Bruce gently squeezed his hand.

“Phantom’s going to return to the medbay to get the last gash stitched up, and then he’s going to give us some information about a group who really needs an ass-kicking. Oh, and call the JLD for a meeting. They should be here for this.”

“On it.”

Damian running away to forge his own path when he realizes he can never go back to being an Al Ghul but the pressure of being a Bat is too much. He leaves no traces of himself and travels around the world going on adventures and finding out about himself. Maybe nobody figures out who he is.

Eventually he meets Danny and they fall in love and even have a baby (how they aquire said baby is up to interpretation; like they either got cloned again, actually had one the natural way or maybe took one in). Damian decides he wants to focus on family than the mission (he won't turn out anything like Bruce) and takes a step back from his path that he created on his own to stay and be present with Danny and the baby.

Danny is happy if Damian is happy but knows he still has his duties as King of the Infinite Realms and spends as much time with his family as he can.

Danny tells just about his whole family and friends; Jazz first, who takes the little bundle in her arms and stares absolutely mystified. Sam and Tucker, who comment jokingly on how fast they're moving (Damian and Danny have been together for like, a year or so).

The Fentons are absolutely delighted, they always did like Damian ("such a polite boy he is, Danny."), and are happy to be grandparents.

Damian does not mention a family member he wants to introduce the baby to.

While he does step back from his old life, that doesn't mean he's done. He has to wrap up some loose ends first and, unexpectedly, takes the baby with him after an agreement with Danny. He can't run the Infinite Realms alone and watch the baby, so Damian takes the baby with him.

He finds himself in Gotham, secretly hoping he runs into Richard as to show him his baby, maybe reveal himself but runs into Jason, full Red Hood attire with his guns out and everything.

"Nobody's heard from you in a while. Figured you were taking a break." Jason says casually, hands resting on the gun as he talks.

"You'd be correct. I have important matters to attend to, and I'm here to wrap up some loose ends." Damian says, his cape bellowing in the wind. He has his baby hidden in the cape and in his arms.

"Yeah? Alright, whatever you got in Gotham won't trace back to you, if you tell me why you're leaving." Red Hood asks, voice modulated from his helmet.

Damian narrows his eyes, and, without breaking eye contact, opens his cape. He reveals a baby, a dark haired girl, who sleepily yawns and opens her eyes, revealing emerald green eyes.

He watches as Jason freezes, hands twitching on his guns and wonders if he made the right call.

DC x DP fanfic idea I've had for a while and started writing but I need someone to encourage me that its a good idea

The basic idea is simple:

You know all those fanfic's where Danny and Damien are twins or whatever, and I don't dislike them, but what if Danny was actually Bruce's age...

And after he officially dies in Amity Park as Danny Fenton at 17 he decides to leave and ends up somewhere he doesn't know...

Anyway he nearly dies in the mountains but is saved by one 17 year old Bruce Wayne who brings him to the league of Assassins, now at first Danny thinks Bruce is some kind of clone of him but soon realizes that wasn't the case

Anyway because Bruce saved Danny's life Danny basically now owns Bruce a life deed or some bullshit like that (sorry English isn't my first language I have no idea if this is the right lingo) so they are always together until there is an opportunity for danny to repay Bruce

In the end on a mission they were sent together Bruce is seriously injured and tells Danny that the only way for him to repay Bruce now is not to let Bruce die and in order to do that Danny becomes Bruce and claims that Danny was the one that died (because they basically look identical it actually works)

So Danny 'returns' to Gotham as Bruce, of course he can't fool Alfred and he tells him everything that happened to Bruce and together they start the batman crusade

So now years later 'bruce' is tired of his kids (Damien and Jason) complaining about the no killing rule (of course the joker is involved) and then Danny snaps and explained to them the reason for the no killing rule is because he is scared that the joker and or other villains will become ghosts and bla bla bla

And the kids are like: ghosts are real????

Bruce/Danny: yes and I'm one

His kids: WHAT?

Bruce/Danny: I died when I was 14, then when I was 17 and later one again when I was 20 (the OG Bruce's death) also I'm technically not Bruce Wayne...

His kids: hold on you're not Bruce Wayne????

Danny: nope my name is actually Danny, but Bruce asked me when he died to pretend to be him and I quote (in batman voice) 'gotham needs Bruce Wayne!' soooo....

Jason: wait does that mean Damien isn't a Wayne?????

Danny: uhhh... Idk?

Alfred (coming out of the shadows from nowhere): master Danny now that you have told them maybe you should tell them about the king situation as well

The kids: KING SITUATION?????

Danny: oh yeah I'm a king! Completely forgot about that ... Ups

There's no other way to say this,

but Jason is currently being haunted by a ridiculously cartoony ghost.

Like one of those window stickers Alfred was so fond of putting up for Halloween.

Two small green ovals and a mouth that only shows when it's making noises.

It didn't even say boo! It made these small chirps and purrs in different pitches.

He couldn't get rid of it, throwing the thing off a roof did nothing, locking it away didn't deter it. It could just phase out of his hands if it wanted to.

It's just playing with him!

So Jason was stuck with a sometimes visible little friend and he had the feeling that it was laughing at him.

Danny was... somewhere.

He was aware of that.

The fear gas had hit the college fast, many were caught unaware and unable to put on their gas masks before it was too late.

Danny was one of them.

His body recognized the gas was a toxin, it tried it's damn best to burn it out of his body in those moments of panic, and now all he knows is that his is zapped of all energy.

Thankfully, he found a protector while he recuperated!

Danny can now just be a little guy and focus on storing energy.

I'm Still Standing

The League felt like they had a strong sense of Phantom’s power. After all, they wouldn’t have asked him to join the team, otherwise. He’s strong, he can fly, and due to his supernatural nature, he’s amazing on recon and stealth missions. He’s also incredibly reliable, and smarter than most people give him credit for. He’s a natural hero, a more snarky Captain Marvel, some news outlets have been saying. Always saving people with just the right words to say, with a humble smile on his face. 

Phantom, with all of his power, seemed untouchable in every definition of the word. 

And then they got invaded by Darkseid.