DP x DC Prompt/Plotbunny #6

After days? weeks? months? years? in this mercy-forsaken lab, Danny finds himself slipping; his core straining under the weight of what he's been subjected to. In a last ditch effort to save his fracturing soul, his brain simply stops processing the pain and allows his mind to escape into a waking dream.

Danny knows it's a dream. If he thinks about it; he can still hear, see, feel the scientists at work. He doesn't think about it; instead embraces whatever false world his mind decides to concoct for him.

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Several states away, a young boy opens his eyes to the inside of a strange pod in an abandoned lab. Though he cannot see it yet, a strange metal tag dangles from his ear, stamped on one side with the word 'CADMUS' and on the other with 'R-13'.

If It Sucks, Hit Da Bricks!

tw: Human experimentation mention, Torture (past), Derealization/Disassociation (?) Character Death (besides Danny)

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@ailithnight @omnicrafts​  this dug itself into my brain so I couldn’t resist. 

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@ailithnight @omnicrafts​ okay so like it really got in my head and I ended up writing more. XD

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You're killing me smalls, killing me. it's too soft I'm crying. How dare you see into my head like this. /J

He's so good just this is all he wants rn is just softness and care and to feel anything except what he's used too after so long. hnnn baby, baby boy

Oh thats good. Beautiful soft angst and deep feels you got there <3

@ailithnight @omnicrafts​ I blame the two of you for this. YOU’RE THE ONES WHO’VE MADE my brain latch onto this and now I’m all soft and sad and just hkjfhfjkshjk and I can’t let go. I just want to keep writing more hjkfshfjka (I say this with love)

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How does it being a dream (not really, but Danny thinks it is) affect Danny's actions? Does he run from any mention of the GIW or even the colour white, because he expects that would be able to turn this dream into a nightmare (or just not tell the league). What weird actions does he take because he expects the world to operate on dream logic or he's being careful not to have a nightmare?

Or the opposite, if he meets any of the GIW does he kill them immediately, he's facing his inner demons (trauma) in a way that doesn't actually hurt anyone (somebody tell him this isn't a dream). While many wouldn't demonize him for destroying the GIW (even lethaly) there's also the question of all the other villians in the world or anyone who reminds him of parents or GIW. How many people could Danny hurt while believing there's no consequences because it's a dream.

Personally, I would go the 'way too passive for his own health' route. Just, not really responding to threats like he should because in his head they aren't really threats. It's just a dream. He would stare down the barrel of a gun and just blink at it blankly, absolute confidence that even if fired, the bullet won't actually hurt him. If the delusion is deep enough, he may even be able to convince himself that any pain he feels isn't real pain.

Also not sure someone telling him this isn't a dream would work. At least not without quite a bit of convincing. Because, again, to him this is a dream. These are all dream people. Obviously dream people wouldn't acknowledge or perhaps even know this is a dream.

That said, I'm not the one writing this. I barely have the energy and executive function for the 1 active and 1 backburner wip I am working on. As much as I enjoy rotating this prompt in my mind, I simply cannot write it. Hence why I released it as a prompt. And since I am not the one writing it, I cannot say how it will ultimately end up going. That will be up to @omnicrafts, @atiyasnake, or anyone else who does decide to write this. I look forward to seeing what different takes and unique spins people come up with.

@bet-on-me-13 @dcxdpdabbles @void-of-unparalled-chaos @sleepy-writes-stuff @skylersprompts @tu-turu-turuh

Because even though I can’t think of anything, y’all always have a way with words.

I hope this is a good continuation. Context: Instead of capturing Danny, CADMUS captured Kon and used him as bait to lure Danny back to the labs. Red Robin and Danny go rescue him and Danny realizes that he is, in fact, not dreaming.

No…

It’s the thought that crosses Danny’s mind as he watches.

No… this-this is not real! This is a dream!

His mind supplies as the ringing in his ears intensifies… as he watches Kon bleed out after been shot and Red Robin try to carry him.

Red Robin is telling-screaming something at Danny as he manages to stand up from the floor with Kon practically hanging from his shoulder.

There-there is no way… This is-is…

Danny watches everything in slow motion, the ringing in his ears continues and he cannot hear Red Robin.

Danny turns and he finds at least a dozen individual armed from top to bottom. Strange mask covering their faces as the point their guns at the three of them.

Standing between Red Robin carrying Kon and the dozen of enemies is Danny… watching as his mind slowly but fast as fuck connects the dots.

All of a sudden, his head throbs painfully – someone at some point had hit him on the side of his head with a metal tube –… all of a sudden, his ribs suffer – an explosion had sent him flying like at hour ago –… all of a sudden, the smell iron and smoke in the air fill his lungs… the ringing in his ears intensifies…

The enemy at the front of the formation shoots and in slow motion Danny sees the now familiar dark green bullet, the one they shot at Kon, directed to himself.

He catches it with his left hand.

And all of a sudden, silence reigns as everything hits Danny like bitch slap as he watches the green bullet on his hand… as he rises his head and glances at the dozen of people attacking him… attacking and injuring his friends…

The ringing in his ears stops...

And speed normalizes…

“RUN, DAMNIT! WE GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE!” Red Robin screams at Danny, desperation is his voice as Kon bleeds out on his shoulders. The sound of an alert siren almost drowning Red Robin’s voice but Danny is hyper aware now.

“This is not a dream.” Danny states to himself as he lifts his eyes and looks at every single one of the enemies in the underground hallway that he, Kon and Red Robin are trying to escape. Danny’s eyes glow ecto-green.

“SHOOT!” The leader of the enemy formation screams/orders.

“Fuck!” Red Robin curses as he drops Kon on the floor and makes a ball of himself on top of the bleeding super, trying to cover both of them with his cape.

The sound of bullets floods Danny’s ears but unfortunately for his persecutors he has regained enough strength to use some of his ghostly powers and he creates an ice-shield to cover the space before him, successfully protecting Kon and Red Robin too.

“Shit!” Curses one of the masked enemies.

“He has ice powers?!” Questions another enemy with rightful fear painting his voice.

“RETREAT!” Orders the squad leader.

They all turn but Danny is already blocking their path on the other side.

“You hurt what is mine.” Danny growls, the shadows of the hallway twisting his form and making him look unhuman enough. He might not have access to his ghost form or to the totality of his ghost powers but the shadows know who he is and they will gladly aid their king.

The red light of the emergency alarm blinks in an out in the dark hallways as the loud emergency siren swallows the screams of horror of the mercenaries that CADMUS hired to hunt Danny.

Tim watches in morbid awe as Danny, his and Jason’s clone – and isn’t that a sickening thought – rips limbs apart with his bare hands with lazarus-green eyes glow in the dark like some rabid demon.

“Yeah…” Kon struggles to say as he watches, safely from behind the ice wall Danny made to protect them. “Definitely from you…” Kon jokes in a choked wheeze.

“Ha-ha, very funny.” Red Robin sarcastically answers. “You know he got that from Hood.” RR says as he accommodates Kon on the floor to start to apply first aid. “Now, shut up. I gotta take out the bullet before the poison reaches your heart.”

“I can do it.” Danny says as he appears by Red Robin’s left side, making RR turn his head so fast he will feel it later when the adrenaline dies down. “I can take the bullet without harming him any further.”

Red Robin twists his head in the direction where the ice wall is but the red splatters of blood cover whatever is on the other side. “Ok.” Red Robin breaths out as he looks at Danny. “You do that… his injury should start to heal the instant you take out the kryptonite bullet.”

“This is gonna feel a bit cold.” Danny warns as he turns his right-hand intangible and sweeps it through Kon’s abdomen wound.

Kon shivers at the cold sensation that trespasses his gut but the immediate relief he feels soon after is worth it.

“What are you?” Red Robin asks Danny as he looks at him with confused tone and worried down-turned white lenses on his domino mask.

“I’ll explain everything the best I can once we get Kon someplace safe.” Danny responds as he carries Kon bridal style. “And sorry for not believing you guys when you all tried to bring me back from my stupid delusion. None of this would have happened if I-

“Hey, you clearly went through something extremely shitty before Superboy found you.” Red Robin interrupts Danny self-deprecating speech. “No one blames you for nothing, you hear me?”

Danny nods but his watery eyes clearly sign that he doesn’t believe him.

“Let’s go.” Red Robin says and then starts to run towards the exit, Danny following close.    

Oooh I really want to continue this!

Jason, Tim, Kon (who was healing well but still wounded), Bruce, and Clark were sitting in a room on the Watchtower, staring at Danny, who was sitting cross legged on his chair. He was staring at the table.

“Are you ready to talk about what happened?” Tim asked eventually. They’d been waiting for 10 minutes at this point.

“When I first woke up in this body, I thought it was a pleasant dream,” Danny replied, not looking up from the table, not moving besides his mouth. He was barely even breathing. “But I think… I now think I actually body hopped.”

“Body hopped.” Jason repeats it, disbelief clear in his voice.

“That explains why the records show that R-13 was terminated two minutes before you woke up, Danny. A clone wouldn’t be able to wake up from that, but a body hopper might,” Batman analyzed. “It also explains why you already had a name when we asked.”

Danny nods. “I’ve been developing new powers every few weeks or so for years. It makes sense that I would develop body hopping when I needed it. I don’t think it’s something I can regularly do, though. It’s a last-ditch effort kind of thing.”

“New powers every few weeks, for years? That’s a lot of powers,” Kon replies.

“Yeah. But none of them helped. I still couldn’t stop the GIW from capturing me. I couldn’t stop them from killing my parents and sister in cold blood when they tried to save me. I couldn’t escape the lab they kept me in, tearing me apart for years.” Danny’s voice broke more and more as he spoke, the last part barely audible.

“I’m so sorry, Danny,” Tim whispered. “That’s awful.”

“Bruce, find the GIW,” Jason said. “I have some people to shoot. No one messes with my brothers like that.”

Danny softly grinned, finally looking up. “Brother?”

Jason blushed, but replied, “You’re a clone of me and my brother. You were made to be a Robin. That makes you my brother too. Duh.”

Danny smiled. “I know a thing or two about that. I have a clone too, and she’s my sister. I haven’t seen her in years, but she was traveling when I was taken. She’s still out there somewhere, I bet, and I have no clue if she knows what happened to me.”

“Well, I know Cass will be happy to have a sister in the house. If you find her, bring her home, okay?” Tim said. Danny nodded.

“So, you’re someone who got cloned, then body hopped into a clone body?” Kon clarified. “That’s a weird life you’ve got, dude. And I’m a clone of a hero and a villain.”

Danny snorted. “So is Dani - my clone - actually. She’s a clone of me and the guy who cloned me, one of my villains.”

“Well, in that case I would really love to meet her.”

“I’ll happily introduce you.”

“Wait. One of your villains?” Bruce asked, picking up on the wording Danny had used.

“Yeah, I was a small town superhero before my capture.”

Bruce’s eyes flew wide open. “You wouldn’t happen to be Phantom, would you?”

Danny froze. “That’s a name I haven’t heard in a while. Yes. You know about me?”

“Last year, we made contact with a hero from Amity Park. Red Huntress. She asked us to find you. We went to help her deal with a massive threat, and she said she missed when you helped out and that she wanted us to find you. We’ve had no luck. Until now.” Bruce began furiously typing, pulling up an image of Phantom from Amity’s newspaper.

“That’s what you looked like?” Tim asked, leaning forward to get a better look at the picture.

“That’s my ghost form. Look up Danny Fenton,” Danny advised, and Bruce did just that.

“Even though you weren’t our clone back then, you’d still fit in with the family,” Jason quipped. “You’ve got the black hair and blue eyes.”

“Yeah,” Danny replied.

“So what’s with the two looks?” Clark asked.

“I’m a halfa. Half human, half ghost. I can switch between forms.”

“Interesting. Tell us more.”

They ended up talking for a while, with Danny telling them all about Amity and his powers. He quickly forgot the heavy topic that had begun the conversation - his capture with the GIW. He later realized that that was intentional on their part.

DP x DC Writing Prompt #5

Damian does not glance back at Bruce when he knocks on the door. Instead they both wait in silence.

After a moment, the door opens.

"Hello," Jasmine, Jazz, Fenton greets politely, unsurprised to find the Waynes on her doorstep. Damian's expression grows ever darker at this revelation.

"Hello Ms. Fenton, are your parents home?" Bruce asks, placing a firm hand on Damian's shoulder, to ground as much as to restrain. To his credit he does not shake it off.

"No, they're out of town for a conference," the eighteen year-old says, opening the door wider. "But I think you'd better come in."

Bruce would normally decline, but Ms. Fenton is a legal adult and he has already, even unknowingly, waited 16 years. Damian makes the choice for him, striding past the threshold.

"Please take a seat," Jazz says as she leads them to the living room. She ignores Damian's swinging head as he takes in the home. It is deceptively large, a 90s style house filled with modern furniture. The walls are bright, with purple and green accents that would normally feel garish but somehow work. The stairs leading to the second floor are lined with family photos that Bruce yearns to take a closer look at. "Can I get you anything? Coffee? Water?"

"No, that's alright, thank you," Bruce says, taking a seat on the long plush couch. A men's windbreaker lies haphazardly thrown across one of the arms. A closed container of Oreo cookies sit on the coffee table next to a physics textbook open to chapter 16, half covered in highlighter and filled with sticky notes. There's a child's painting framed next to the tv, a handprint made to look like a thanksgiving turkey in bright blue.

For the home of experimental scientists, it is cozy and well lived-in.

Damian repeatedly glances at the stairs through the doorway.

Bruce clears his throat. "We were hoping to--"

"I've texted--oh, I'm sorry," Jazz says, having spoken at the same time. Bruce gestures for her to go on.

"I've contacted Danny, he should be here soon. He was out with some friends." Jazz explains. As she hadn't pulled out a phone in their presence, Bruce can only deduce they have some sort of camera at their front door. This also explains Ms. Fenton's complete lack of surprise at their appearance.

"So you know who we are." Damian says, the first words he's spoken since they arrived at the house and the longest sentence he's spoken since they arrived in Amity Park.

"I do," Jazz says, calm in the face of Damian's clearly simmering anger. Bruce trusts him not to attack Ms. Fenton, but he still watches him carefully.

"He told you about me," Damian says. It is the same question, but it is also not.

"He did," Jazz says.

Damian swallows. "I see," he grits out.

Jazz's neutrality slips and her face softens in sympathy. "Damian," she starts hesitantly, but before she can say anything else the front door opens.

A moment later Bruce's son walks through the doorway, and Damian is on him.

This is what Bruce hoped to prevent, but despite his numerous checks of Damian's luggage his son has still managed to smuggle a small dagger, which he now produces and swings in a calculated arc at Daniel Fenton's jugular.

Danny dodges cleanly, and dodges every swipe thereafter in a manner that speaks to continued practice long after his time at the League. Damian is a perfect product of his training, but it is up against Danny his flaws come to light. He is just as good as he always was, but Danny is better.

In a matter of seconds Damian grows frustrated and sloppy in his attacks, completely atypical for him. Danny takes Damian out at the knees and pins him down with one arm, pressing his face into the carpet.

"Calm down," he orders. His voice is deeper than Damian's at sixteen to his twelve, the accent that still traces Damian's words completely gone from his speech. Damian growls and thrusts his head back into Danny's face, meeting it with a sharp thunk. He rolls up as Danny recoils, putting distance between them. Danny glares at him from several steps away, hand to his forehead. Damian tosses the dagger into his other hand as he charges, and to Bruce's surprise Danny does nothing more than turn his face to the side, allowing Damian to draw a sharp line down his cheek.

Damian stops dead in his tracks.

"Are you done?" Danny asks, blood beginning to pool at the seam of the cut.

Damian's expression is stricken, eyes stuck on the blood starting to drip down his brother's face.

"I said, are you done, Damian?" Danny asks. His voice is cold.

Damian hears him this time, and he flushes red. "I--you--"

Danny sighs. He looks at Jazz, whose expression is back to carefully controlled.

"Are you alright?" he asks her. She nods.

"You left me," Damian accuses, standing there holding his bloody dagger limply.

Danny turns back to him, raising an eyebrow.

"You left me," Damian repeats louder, rapidly blinking.

"Yes. I did." Danny provides no excuse nor any explanation. His stance is unyielding.

Damian's eyes bounce wildly, shifting to Jazz and Danny slides smoothly in front of her, protectively. He looks at Damian warily, not as if he is his brother, but as if he is a danger. Damian flinches.

Hope is the last to die, Bruce thinks, watching as that last bit of hope Damian had is extinguished, the knowledge working its way through every inch of his body like ice in his veins. His eyes darken. He turns and runs from the room, the front door slamming shut not a moment later.

Jazz stands up, pulling a few tissues from the box on the coffee table. She presses them to Danny's face, cupping his cheek until he holds it himself. "I'm going to go get the first aid kit," she says gently. It is a thinly veiled excuse to leave them alone, and Bruce is grateful for it as she heads for the stairs.

They both wait until her footsteps have faded, taking each other in. Bruce looks at his mother's eyes and the sharp turn of Talia's nose. Damian's everything, four years older.

"You shouldn't have come here," Danny says, throwing himself on the armchair Jazz has just vacated.

"You know who I am," Bruce says carefully.

Danny glares. "I've kept your secret. She nor my parents know."

"I know," Bruce says. "That's not what I meant. You know who I am. And who I pretend to be. So you know I am familiar with masks."

"And?" Danny asks, looking vaguely bored.

"And so I can recognize when someone is wearing one. Damian will too, once he's calmed down."

Danny's expression sharpens. "No, he won't. Because you are going to go to back to whatever bed and breakfast you're staying in, pack up, hop in your private jet and fly him back to Gotham immediately before the League realizes you've gone. If they haven't already," he mutters.

"This is about the League then," Bruce says. "Do you not believe I can protect you?"

"I don't need your protection," Danny snaps, and watches Bruce actively extrapolate with a dawning resignation. "So this is the World's Greatest Detective at work," he says, slumping bonelessly into his chair, the first teenager-y thing he's done.

"Damian's in danger from the League," Bruce says. Danny glares from his slump. It's almost cute. "And as long as the League doesn't know about you, he's safe."

"Draw your own conclusions," Danny says, baring his teeth. Damian often makes the same face. "As long as you leave."

"I can protect him. I can protect you both," Bruce says. "Let me help you."

Danny closes his eyes. He centers his breathing in an exercise someone has clearly walked him through in the past. Bruce would bet money on the adoptive sister waiting patiently upstairs.

"Mr. Wayne. You are not my father," he says. "My trust in you extends to the point that I left Damian in your care, but that is where it ends. And that was when it was sanctioned by the League. By coming here you have endangered those sanctions."

Bruce disregards the sting, doubling down on his analysis. Talia had left Damian with Bruce well after Danny had left the League. But Danny speaks as if the decision had been his.

Or perhaps, Bruce realizes, it is not that Danny decided upon it, but that Danny allowed it to continue.

Bruce takes a second to review what Oracle had gone over with him before they left for Amity. Daniel Fenton had by all accounts, since leaving the League, lived a fairly normal life. His adoptive parents were eccentric scientists dabbling in the occult but their findings that bordered pseudoscience circulated a very niche community of like-minded eccentrics. The bulk of their income came from alternative energy, a more viable source of study that they'd veered harder into in the past year or so, a government contract with the EPA currently in the works. This had in part funded a vacation to an all-inclusive resort the family had taken that past summer.

Danny received average grades in school, above average in science and mathematics, declining sharply in his freshman year and sophomore year before evening out around the second semester. He had gotten into fights repeatedly with one student in particular, suspended for two weeks following an incident that resulted in a the student receiving a black eye. Teachers reported him to be highly intelligent but distracted and removed. They had recommended he be evaluated for an attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder. He had no social media. He had missed multiple picture days. The ones he had attended he was sneezing, or a blur of movement, even going so far as to fall off his stool, legs flailing. Bruce had drank up every last one as Barbara had waited patiently.

A normal life. A family vacation to Bermuda. Average grades.

His freshman year, distracted and removed. The same year Damian had arrived at Bruce's home. Masks upon masks.

"You have informants within the League," Bruce says. Danny, to his credit, has no discernible tell. But there is no other explanation. "What will you do, if they find out you are alive?"

"That is none of your concern," Danny says, but he might as well be saying whatever I have to.

He never stopped practicing, after all.

"If they go after Damian, it is my concern."

"And that is why you need to take Damian back to Gotham before they do." Danny says. "I will take care of it."

Damian had barely spoken since he had realized Danyal was alive. But Bruce had seen the reverence in his eyes as he looked at the file.

"الوريث الصحيح" he had murmured. The rightful heir.

"You are proposing going after the entirety of the League with no backup," Bruce says. "Even if you think they won't kill you, you won't win either."

"Maybe they will," Danny says lightly. "Kill me. That would also work."

Bruce inhales sharply. "Danny," he starts.

"Go home, Mr. Wayne," Danny says, pushing himself up with one hand. The other still clutches the wad of tissue to his cheek, partially soaked with blood. "Go take care of your son."

"I'll go," Bruce says, "I'll take him to the Watchtower. And then I'll come back."

"Mr. Wayne-"

"I should've come for you," Bruce interrupts. "Sixteen years ago. I should've come for you."

Danny's brow furrows. "You had no idea I existed."

"But if I had. I would've come. I never would've left you there. And now that I know, I am not leaving you now."

For the first time Bruce watches Danny be completely caught off guard. He openly gapes at Bruce.

"You would've died," Danny lands on, voice thin. "They would've killed you."

"Unlike you, I would've brought backup." Bruce says, mimicking Danny's lightness.

He's lying. Sixteen years ago he would've thrown himself at the League to save his newborn son without a plan, without a thought beyond rescuing his baby.

Danny barks out a laugh. "You would've laid siege to Nanda Parbat with The Big Blue Boy Scout?" he looks wistful. "That would've been rad."

Bruce sees his opening. "Danny," he stands, eye to eye with his son. "Let me help you."

Danny evaluates him. "The Batman," he says softly. "I didn't want you to come, then. I didn't need one more person I had to prove myself to. All I wanted was to live amongst the stars, in the quiet of the cosmos."

"You want to be an astronaut," Bruce says. At Danny's cocked head, he says without shame, "I read your essay on personal heroes. You wrote about Edward White. Ad Astra Per Aspera."

Danny smiles slightly, sadly. "It is a rough road."

"You can be whatever you want to be," Bruce says. "I won't stand in your way."

"Even if I want to be Danny Fenton?" he asks.

"Even then."

Danny sighs. "I don't need your help Bruce," he says. "No," he says as Bruce opens his mouth. He pulls the wad of tissues away from his cheek. Underneath the splotches of dried blood the gash in his face has cleanly knit itself together, a faint white line now all that remains.

"I don't need your help," he says clearly. He holds a palm forward, and a green fire grows from its center, until the flames are licking delicately up his fingers.

"I know The Batman does not kill. But I am not a Robin. I am something else entirely," Danny says, his eyes reflecting the green of the flames. Or not, as he looks up at Bruce, his eyes green all on their own. They are sad. This is why he stayed away, Bruce realizes. Not out of fear. Danny is not afraid. Danny is tired.

But for his brother, Danny will wake up.

"And If the League takes one step towards Damian, I will raze them to the ground."

Stillborn danyal al ghul au incorrect quotes - dpxdc au

Vlad and Danny, fighting for the nth time this month: Danyal, exhausted: hey if i call you dad will you like. Stop. I have a test tomorrow. Vlad, has a parental bone in EVERY part of his body: *immediately stopping* Vlad: What do you mEAN YOU HAVE A TEST. WHY DIDN'T YOU LEAD WITH THAT-- Danny: BECAUSE YOU'RE TRYING TO KILL DR. FENTON AGAIN, VLADIMIR.

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Danny, flopping into bed facefirst: i need sleep or rehab. again Tucker (maybe?? I haven't decided yet who he's friends with): i thought you were clean Danny, into a pillow: not if this keeps up.

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Tucker: favorite superhero go Sam: Wonder Woman Danny: the Flash Tucker: Okay Sam's is obvious but, Danny I would've thought you'd say like, Martian Manhunter or Superman or Starfire. But Flash?? Danny: i had a foster in Central City for a few years and met him, he's a really nice guy. He made me promise to invite him to my high school graduation and is part of the reason I made it to rehab and ended up getting rehomed and picked up by the Fentons. Danny: I have a hoodie with his logo on it in my closet, i saved up to buy it and its the first thing I got with the allowance the Fentons got me

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Danny wearing three layers and a scarf in the middle of summer: *shivering* Sam: how are you cold you're literally made of lava Danny, hissing: lava cools at contact with the air and I'm trying to keep my body temperature at a reasonable level, SAM. Tucker, touching Danny: you feel warm to me Danny: to YOU

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Bitch That Is NOT A Deer

I love it when we turn Danny into animals because some weird reason or another, has anyone else done deer yet?

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"AAAHHHHHHH!"

A scream reverberated through the cave walls below the manor. A battle of the ages taking place for anyone brave enough to witness it.

"LET GO YOU BAMBI WANNABE, THIS IS MY CHILI DOG."

Jason managed to rip the package away from the jaws of the beast, he knew it was mistake to bring down any kind of food into the cave where the creature resided but in that moment he was thinking more with his stomach.

Demon Brat had once again found another animal, a baby deer of all things, and decided to keep it knowing fully well how to pull the strings of both Bruce and Dick into letting him keep it. The thing is Jason always got a weird vibe from it, almost like some part of him was trying to warn him that this was no normal fawn and living with it proved that.

After being brought to the cave it refused to leave, claiming the environment down here as it's own. They've all tried to move it but it always found its way back down here so they just gave up and created a space for it. Another weird thing about it is it's cry. It does not sound like a normal fawn but instead had the echoing tone of a human baby but appearently only Jason could hear it, the others all said it sounded like a normal animal but he gets the feeling Damian is fucking with him, it doesn't help that Duke is also suspicious of the 'deer'.

But the last reason that really sold him on it not being a normal deer was the fact that it. Ate. EVERYTHING!

No food was safe with the deer around, if you were to put something down it would 100% without fail find its way into the maw of the ravenous creature. This ranged from simple pieces of candy to entire an rotisserie chicken, it even managed to drink his entire smoothie that had a lid covering it. Everyone tells him that there's no way it could drink through the straw because its mouth wasn't shaped to do so but he knows it did goddamnit.

Now it was infront of him vocalizing its discontent for Jason not sharing his food with a weird ass whine from its mouth.

"No! This is people food, you are a 'deer', ACT LIKE IT!"

The deer stopped its whining.

looked Jason dead in the eyes.

And stood up...

"Ah hell naw, DAMIAN! COME GET YOUR DAMN DEER!"

Whenever Batman disappears, he’ll come back with a new child to adopt.

It was a well known running joke amongst the batfamily.

Damian did not see the humor in it.

But right now his father has been missing for three days.

Now the entire batfamily knew that it was protocol to wait three days if they’ve suddenly received no contact from Bruce then they’d start looking for him.

Damian was not worried. His father will always come back home.

He was sitting in the batcave when he heard the familiar sound of the Batmobile coming back to the cave.

Damian reacted quickly and placed himself by the automobile as it opened. He saw his father come out of the machine. His suit had taken a beating with parts of it being singed or torn. But that wasn’t what caught his attention.

Damian’s attention was focused on the being that his father was currently carrying in his arms.

“Father. I demand an explanation.”

“This is Daniel, but he prefers Danny. I met him when I was investigating that government facility. He’ll be staying with us.”

I want a fic where Danny is adopted but not by the JL but a villian. BUT! It is a very minor villian to the point where people are absolutely gobsmacked when he calls the villian dad, like everyone just stops what they're doing and watch the interaction. Bonus points if they find out that Danny is an absolute powerhouse monster and wonder what entity away from God's light did they fuck to have him.

"That's your son?"

"Yes."

"The glowing white haired teen?"

"Yes."

"The same glowing white haired teen that just froze a star and then ate it?..."

"Yes! And?"

"THE FUCK YOU MEAN "AND?", HE JUST ATE A STAR!!"

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Danny in a less than human form: *screeching*

"Scream all you want but you still have school tomorrow and you're going."

Danny: *leaves taking the cold and weirdness with him*

"Sorry about that, he gets a bit cranky when he has to take a nap."

The rest of the villians in the meeting terrified: Oh...

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"It would much easier if you got your son to help with your task."

"Absolutely fucking not! He's not going to do ANY vigilante/villian bullshit if I have any say in it."

"You have the ultimate weapon at your side and you-"

"My son is blessing not a weapon, I advise you to NEVER speak about him like that ever again."

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Villian, threatening JL Hero: Tell your kid stay away from my son, he doesn't need any of that shit yall bring into his life.

JL Hero: What?

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Personally I like to imagine this somebody as Kite-Man but that's just me, use whoever yall like.

No clue if this has been done but-

Amnesiac!Danny kidnapped or found in the Pits by the League of Assassins and is Damian's Nanny. After all what better protector and nanny for the Prince then an unkillable creature from the Pits?

Possibly Dead On Main where the two undead boys naturally drift together while Jason is with the League?

Hilarious DP x DC idea. Just shenanigans.

Older Danny being a part of the Justice League and while tall, he is still very much a twink. Like strong wind would knock him over.

The thing is- he may be skinny but this fucker is Dense. So it makes him really heavy in human form.

Phantom- so light unless he needs to not be.

But as Danny it takes fucking Superman to pick him up.

Imagine the shenanigans.

DP x DC Prompt #6

Phantom is sitting at the Batcomputer, kicking his legs back and forth. With the seat last set for Batman's height, his feet barely skim the ground. He's propped his head up with one hand, examining something he is holding between his thumb and forefinger in the other.

He is very casual for someone who has never been told the location of the Batcave.

"Phantom," Batman grunts. Phantom doesn't glance his way, likely having heard the Batmobile pulling in.

"Hi Bruce," he says. "I had a nightmare last night."

It's important to note that The Justice League does not know Phantom's true age, although there are several theories:

Theory One: he is a ghost dating back to several thousand BCE. The proof of this is sparse but present, through written record of beings with white hair and green eyes and uncanny likenesses found in artifacts proven to be authentic. Could these truly be Phantom? Yes. However, there is

Theory Two: he is a teenager, as his visual presence suggests. This could be true even if his existence is thousands of years old, as his mentality might not have advanced beyond that of a child aged fourteen to sixteen when they died. This is supported by his general behavior and advanced knowledge of memes. The few times he and Red Robin have interacted, Bruce did not understand a word of it without extensive googling. But worse, of course, there is

Theory Three: Phantom is the age of his first recorded appearance in modern times, only a few years ago. Phantom's recorded appearances in the past were sparse compared to his consistent existence in this century, which could hint at a timestream accident similar to Bruce's own, if they are real. And ultimately, this would not be the first time a two year old presented as a teenager in form.

Two out of three options propose Phantom is a child, and so Batman's tone is gentle when he says,

"Did you?"

"Yeah," Phantom says, words almost a sigh. Whatever is in his hand catches in the lamp light, shining green.

It's kryptonite. Phantom is holding a shard of kryptonite.

"Sorry." Phantom twirls his chair around to face Bruce. He holds the shard out in his palm. "I called you Bruce, didn't I? I know you hadn't told me yet."

"That's okay," Bruce says. He takes the shard calmly, his suit's layered biometrics disguising the fact his heart is racing. He recognizes this chunk from his stores, kept in the secure, deepest, impenetrable section of the cave coded to his DNA alone.

He's been aware Phantom's powers include invisibility and intangibility, but the ghost has been benevolent, honorable, and heroic since introduced and he had allowed his guard to slip. All it would've taken is being tailed one time, and now he must rely on that benevolence.

"And I'm sorry about that," Phantom says, nodding at the belt Batman has tucked the kryptonite inside. It will do nothing to stop Phantom should he decide to pluck it away again, but kept out of sight in a lead-lined pouch still feels safer than out in the open.

"I needed to make a point." Phantom says. The words are threatening but his tone is not.

"Oh?" Bruce asks, wary nonetheless.

"I'm really strong," Phantom says. "I can walk through walls. I can disappear. I can fly. I can blast and freeze stuff. I don't need to breathe. Traditional weapons don't really work on me."

"I can duplicate," a voice says from behind Bruce. He whirls around, batarang in hand, to see another Phantom rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "That duplicate will have all the same powers," the doppelganger says, apologetically. He floats back over to the Phantom sitting on the chair and the two merge.

"I have bad powers too, ones I don't like to use. I can scream at things until they fall apart, even buildings. I can...I can possess people, and make them do things," he admits, unable to look Batman in the eye. "It's not that all ghosts are like this, pretty much all of them aren't, it's just that I'm one of the stronger ones, and I'm only going to get stronger, and the stronger I get, the more powers I might get, and the less weapons even made especially to fight ghosts will work on me."

None of this is phrased as a threat, but rather a confession.

"Why are you telling me this?" Batman asks.

"I had a nightmare," Phantom repeats weakly. He reaches under the computer table and pulls out a purple JanSport backpack, cotton dirty and frayed with use. He unzips the front pocket and pulls out a small plastic baggy. He offers the baggy to Batman, his hand shaking.

Batman takes the baggy, examining the contents. Inside are six tiny little dots. They look like poppy seeds, but held up to the light are a deep purple in color.

"Phantom, what are these?"

"Hemo Prunus," Danny says, eyes stuck on the baggy. He's paler than usual. "Colloquially: blood blossoms. At the time they were grown it was believed they required drops of blood to grow, but a friend of mine who likes plants thinks it's more likely they actually just like a higher quantity of iron in their soil. You know, truths found in witch's tales and stuff like that. I don't know much about their care beyond that but I do know they were grown previously in Salem in the late 1600s, early 1700s during their summer seasons with some amount of success so perhaps you can mimic that environment and go from there. From what I've gathered they're incredibly difficult to grow, but I figure if anyone can do it it's you."

"I'm not exactly the gardening type," Batman says dryly.

Phantom laughs faintly. He looks like he's about to pass out, which should be impossible and is not the correct reaction to gifting someone a rare piece of flora.

"Phantom," Batman says again, slowly. "What are these?"

"They're my kryptonite."

Bruce closes his fist over the bag immediately, taking several steps back to put distance between himself and Phantom. "Are you alright?" he asks sharply.

"I'm fine," Phantom says, waving a hand. "As seeds they just sting a little, like nettles."

That's not the reaction of someone being lightly stung, Bruce thinks. Phantom looks like he needs the chair he's sitting in just to stay upright.

Then the rest of his words click together.

"You're giving me these," Bruce says.

"Yes," Phantom says. "For safekeeping."

"To grow."

Phantom's smile fades. "For safekeeping," he says, looking at Bruce's belt. Where he has stored the kryptonite.

The enormity of what Phantom is entrusting him with hits Bruce like a ton of bricks, and he finally realizes that Phantom is not sick but terrified. He is quietly, deeply, terrified. Bruce also realizes that a reaction like that is not born out of fear of the unknown but is the reaction of someone who has felt the sting of the bee and felt their throat close up. At some point Phantom has felt the blood blossom flower, and the sheer memory of it is enough to make the ghost go almost catatonic with terror.

And he has still handed over the one weapon that can hurt him to the Batman, and told him all he knows on how to make more.

I had a nightmare.

"Is this all of it?" Bruce asks, the question coming out brusquer than intended. Phantom blinks.

"Yes, I'm sorry, that's all I could--yes that's all," he stammers.

Bruce shakes his head. "I mean, does anyone else have access to it? Is anyone else growing this that we should be aware of?"

Phantom can't mask a sudden shudder, his reactions always woefully transparent (pun not intended). "No, that's the last of it. No. No. I don't think," his eyes grow wider, "I don't think so," he whispers, to himself, an attempt at comfort.

Way to go, Bruce, a familiar voice whispers, you just scared the kid harder. Bruce drops the packet on a table beside him and strides forward to put a firm hand on Phantom's shoulder.

"I'll make sure of it," he says. He'll pull Kal in and together they'll make sure, the same way they raided every GiW base across the United States four months prior. Phantom looks up at him the same way he did then, with complete and utter trust.

"Thank you," he says quietly. "But if you do...if you do find any more, promise me you won't destroy it. Promise me you'll keep it, the same way you keep the kryptonite. Please, Bruce."

He's not just asking him to keep it. Another weight finds its place, settling on the Bat's shoulders like the cape he wears. Another contingency for a hero he fears will one day be a dear friend.

"I promise, Phantom."

"Danny," Phantom says, "My name is Danny. A name for a name, right?"

"Danny," Bruce says, heart growing ever heavier. "I promise."

DP X DC PROMPT: ATLAS AU

The GIW fuck up, Amity is blown up and the Ghost Zone is seriously destabilised.

Danny ends up having to literally hold up the Infinite Realms to make sure that what is literally the lining between dimensions doesn't collapse on itself. Stuck halfway through the portal while putting all of his focus into his task, he stays in the ruins of his haunt for 3 years before the Justice League Dark finally manages to break through the barrier the Ancients set up to conceal him.

The entire JL have been itching to investigate what happened to the town without anyway to get in. To say that they didn't expect the ghost of a teenager playing the role of Atlas would be an understatement. Now they must find a way to relieve him of his burden.

(Danny hasn't aged in all the time he's been there due to his trauma, which is made worse by the fact that time moves differently for him due to the Zone's instability. He has no idea how long it's been, but the bone-deep exhaustion he feels suggests it's anywhere between decades or centuries.)

DP x DC prompt

Batman continued tracking the wolf mutant to your typical rundown warehouse. The wolf hadn’t really done much besides give people a big fright and evade the police, but he just wanted to make sure of his intentions. The police had no luck doing that, so maybe he would. Once inside, he was pretty surprised to find the wolf mutant helping a boy with black hair and blue eyes fix their bandages and give him some food he had worked in exchange for. The wolf always spoke in an unknown language, but the boy definitely understood him. Once they realized he was there, however, the wolf got extremely defensive.

The CIA is trying to kill Danny

Now hear me out.

I stumbled upon this prompt idea where somebody wrote that they want to see a story where the CIA is trying to kill Clark Kent (not Superman, reporter Clark Kent), the reason is because that Clark Kent is a very good reporter. And everybody knows that a mark of a good reporter is that they die of natural causes, with bullets in their head. So that story would have centered around the CIA trying to kill Clark Kent and having no idea on how Clark Kent is still alive after the multiple attempts on his life.

Now this got me thinking.