DC x DP Ideas
For 'reasons', Ellie has been transferred to Gotham Academy under the guise of living with her guardian Vlad Masters but she's actually living with Dante, Danny, and Jazz.
From the moment she arrived, she had become rivals with Damian Wayne in everything from academics to sports and even the arts.
They wouldn't admit it but they were having fun. Having a rival who's always trying to one-up you, forcing yourself and each other to become better, more extraordinary. (It made a great distraction from their complicated home lives.)
But somewhere along the line, something had changed.
After a debate competition that was held at the school, Damian couldn't help but gush talk about this girl, his friend, Danielle Masters, and how cool and competent she was, and how she was the only person in the school worthy enough to be friends with him. (Awe baby's first crush!) But, ah, Dames, what's an ectoplasmic being and how are they not sapient or sentient?
On the other hand, Ellie is livid. She had Dan buy her a punching bag just so she could put Damian's face on it. She thought he was her friend! Turns out he's just another anti-ectoplasmic being supporter. She tries every day, to go to school, talk to him, and pretend everything is normal. But every time she sees his face and perfect smile of victory, her blood boils with a cold icy rage. (How dear he proclaims so proudly the ghosts are not truly living beings!! Just because we are dead doesn't mean we do not live on.)
Good thing Danny knows how to make portals now! Because when she gets home she's gonna go ape shit.
“Hey, Ellie? Sweetheart?” Jazz spoke up as she tried to snag the metal can that Ellie had started teething on while she figured out her strategy. “Would you like to tell me what is up?”
“Thought Dumb-ian was my friend. Turns out he’s a GIW bootlicker.”
Ellie had a thought and set the can aside while she began digging through her bag. “Somewhere… lemme see lemme see…” with a triumphant “AH-HA!” She pulled out the flyer Damian had made to campaign for President of the Student Council. Her eyes narrowed as she glowered, pulling out a second one to attach to the dartboard Tucker had given her. Danny had modified some darts to withstand ectoplasmic energy and she held the spare in front of the board while levitating a dart and letting it hit the picture’s left nostril.
Then she started carefully modifying the picture to divest the boy of the stupid hair that was pricklier than the dart she’d just impaled the duplicate with. When he had NO hair on top, she put little heart shaped light reflections in his eyes and snagged one of the Lex Luthor supporter stickers she’d swiped off of some jerk’s Lexus ( *snrk* ) when it had parked in front of the hydrant at the local fast food joint.
When her modifications were completed, it looked like he’d shaved his head and was lovingly supporting the bigot. She sent a copy to Tucker, asking if he could make 100 copies. When he was done, she put them all over the fruitloop megaplex he called the family manor. His pillow? Yup. The underside of every single toilet lid but the butler’s? Check. (He’d done what he could; that soul tried herding the family as best as he could, and he was the ONLY person in that building she didn’t care to antagonize.) She even managed to carefully wrap one around the blade he so enjoyed dueling with, using a teeny bit of poster putty to attach it so he’d see when he drew it from its scabbard next. Then, she stuck one onto the front part of his preferred dining room chair so it would be precisely where his head was at dinner. She littered his home with them and then held on to the rest to see if he’d back off.
Instead, he’d called her in an angry panic, asking if she knew anyone who might do such a thing to a student.
“Don’t have a ghostly clue. Maybe I’m a little brain dead- been studying for the Government class test at the end of the week. It’s gonna haunt me until you tell me what’s happening though? What happened?” And then she sat there gloating while she listened to him try to cherry-pick what to tell her.
“Are you still on about zombie rights or whatever?”
A green fireball ignited from a pointer finger and hit the board, burning a careful goatee, mustache and horns on the unfairly handsome boy as he accidentally trash talked her to herself.
“Ghosts or ecto entities. If you are going to sound like an idiot, could you at least use the right words?”
“It doesn’t matter- it’s not like they would care,” Damian tried responding, and Ellie used her levitating ability to “Force Choke” her trash can into a small sphere.
“Would you even know one if you saw them?” She asked angrily, and the rich boy dared to snort at her.
“Mindless, insipid, staggering blindly?” He smugly suggested, and she snarled.
“I didn’t know you were a ghost?” Her voice was full of that saccharine anyone with a hint of survival would dread.
Damian was silent for a moment. Then, in hesitation, he responded, “I suppose you are dealing with women’s issues. I shall try to bring you Midol; my sisters keep some handy. Do you need tampons?”
He waited for her answer, bewildered when her line went dead. He tried calling back, but it kept going straight to voicemail.
This was Gotham. She’d been fine and then he couldn’t reach her. Frantically, he began rushing to change into his uniform while calling Drake and Father to ask which rogues must have escaped Arkham. After all, surely a sincere request about her health was the proper way to show her he cared for her? He’d save her, bring her the items she needed, and then try to figure out why the one redeeming policy Luthor had invoked seemed to upset her.
It's all fun and games until someone starts spouting vile, racist bullshit! 🙃
Dante was Most Displeased with the little shit for betraying Ellie like that. And he, Poltergeist, isn't as nice as that goody-two-shoes Phantom.
So when the GIW pinged Damian as a Liminal & dragged him into an unmarked van, Dante was... tempted. To let him see for himself everything the GIW were *really* up to.
... Nah. Ellie would never forgive him for that, no matter how shitty the kid was acting. But he didn't have to be *nice* about it!
"I'M GOING GHOST!"
