DCxDP - Death and Taxes

Broke college student but also the Ghost King Danny looking at the stack of complaint forms in his inbox about people cheating death. In a stroke of sleep deprived inspiration, he issues a royal decree that anyone who has properly died before (I.e biologically dead, not just clinically dead) is still a citizen of the Infinite Realms, even if they were resurrected. And have to pay income tax to the Crown.

He establishes the Infinite Realms Revenue Service, recruits the ghosts of some meticulous accountants and sends them after all the assholes who think they can escape Death and Taxes. Starting with the worst offenders (ie those who have escaped death the longest/most often). Your tax bracket scales with how many times you died.

Just picture Ra's al-Ghul, in the middle of giving some speech to his assassin cult when this Phil Coulson looking ghost dude shows up behind him to "discuss the back taxes he owes to the Crown".

Every magic user worth their salt is suddenly swamped with messages from panicked villains and heroes who are trying to figure out wtf is going on and how to get out of this. Constantine is sweating bullets.

Danny hires Valerie to do mortal side "casework", because a, she's just as saddled with student debt as he is b, has worked fast food and knows how to handle asshole customers c, doesn't take shit from anybody.

Imagine Vandal Savage, Felix Faust and Red Hood awkwardly sitting in a waiting room with a stack of documents each, ready for their number to be called so they can dispute their claims. Being called in and utterly flummoxed at the unflappable, bored young woman at the desk who somehow has files on everything about you - birth record, death record(s), who you killed and when records... now declare your income as a crime lord/dictator/sorcerer, sir.

Meanwhile Danny is planning on how he can allocate the taxes to open a soup kitchen for Lunch Lady to work at and similar shit. He is determined to be a good king, dammit!

HEAR ME OUT-

The IRRS hunting them down is the best thing to happen to some of these people, because Danny IS a good king and has them go through a yearly checkup after they hand in their paperwork.

You hand the paperwork and money over, exit the office, enter a makeshift doctor’s office to get a look over. No one is expecting it, some try their best to flee. After they realize no one actually wants their clothes off, most are absolutely FLOORED to find out there is a whole ghost biology they have to keep up with now, and wow- I feel better than I have since… since that first time I died…

Imagine Red Hood in particular, leaves the mortal plane to try to cuss out an accountant, and comes home smiling in a calm peaceful manner no one has seen before?

“I never thought I’d ever say this, but thank God for the IRS.” 😂

I can just imagine Bruce trying to figure out how to bribe the IRS to keep doing whatever the fuck they're doing. He has no idea what it is that has Jason so happy, and how it's weirdly happened at the same time as John Constantine is complaining about the IRS (he isn't even american) but he is trying his best not to ruin it

I absolutely love the idea that Danny kills the Joker (because creepy clowns eww) and Jason happens to walk in right as he's panicking all over the place. Danny is desperately trying to explain it was an accident, while Jason's over here simultaneously feeling the best he's ever felt since his revival and falling head over heels in love at the same time.

Very cute, very fun, wholesome murder, 10/10 will read every time.

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Mmmhhh yes I love this trope so much!!

The joker was monologueing Infront of a camera for all of Gotham to see as he had the bat surrounded by goons with guns.

"hey, uh don't mind me, I just need a present for my boyfriend" the skinny white skinned boy with black hair and blue eyes seemed to step out of nowhere, walking towards the joker with an awkward smile of his face.

"oh? Are you ready to pl-ugh" the joker wheezed as he collapsed to the ground, danys hand phased into his chest.

"this is totally gonna get me a fiance" Danny grins, saluting as the bat and goons stare at him bewildered

Danny loved this dimension!

First, the yellow ring powered attacks, and now the fear gas! Jazz would have an aneurysm if she ever found out how high he's gotten in the past week alone.

Now, if only he could shake off these pesky green lanterns and the giant bat guy.

Haunting this dimension seems like promising bonding activity between him, Ember, Kitty, and Johnny!

He really should hunt down that yellow lantern guy, tho, that stuff was great quality.

Gal stared in horror at the sight before. On the one hand, the yellow lantern was very distracted. And currently unable to attack. Which would usually be a good thong. On the other? The reason for this state of affairs? Is a teen, eating the yellow constructs. And getting high from it!

Said teen has powers reminiscent of a green lantern at that! But, what species were they? He couldn't think of any of the top of his head that could eat constructs! What was he seeing right now?! The yellow lanterns? Fled, presumably to avoid being detained. And he would give chase. Except, well. Extremely high teen. He wasn't trained for this!!! What was he supposed to even DO in this situation?!

Hal: hey kid… are you okay

Danny: I can feel the universe

Hal: wha?

Danny: it’s keeps getting bigger and bigger like someone’s stretching a giant piece of taffy, you know like in those old cartoons with the talking animals

Hal: okay Earth reference is helpful

Danny: is this what spaghettification feels like? Is the universe being sucked into a big black hole and getting spaghettified?

Hal: I’m not sure kid how about we go back to your home planet or something

Danny: I wish I died from spaghettification that would have been such a cool way to die. I just got a dimension open up on top of me. Being a piece of spaghetti would have been cooler

Hal: *into comms* hey guys I think I’m gonna need some backup here

Danny: now I really want some spaghetti, do you know where we can find some spaghetti? Some with those fist sized meat balls and garlic knots

Hal: wait guys just a second the kids talking to me- uh spaghetti I guess the closest place would be earth.

Danny: yeah that sounds like a good idea let’s go to Earth.

Hal: *into comms* okay we are going to need a pick up- and he just opened up a glowing green portal….. yeah I’m really going to need some back up here.

Hal: Look. There's a teen who glows. He just ATE a Yellow Lanterns constructs. And I'm pretty sure he's high right now. And he just opened a portal. Hey! Kid! No portals while high! We can take a nice slow flight back ok!

Hal, not panicking as the teen is halfway THROUGH the portal: B-Besides! You don't know what restaurants have REALLY good spaghetti! I do! We'll go to this place I know, my treat! Best garlic knots you've ever had! Spaghetti for days!

Danny,drifting backwards like a plastic bag: oooooh. That's sounds NICE. Let's do that! ........Anyone ever tell you your atoms feel funny?

Hal: not concerning in the slightest! Pasta night ahoy! *on the phone with the Tower* Get the BEST fucking pasta and Garlic Knots the Speedsters can recommend. We got problems. Incoming. I need back up here.

Hal: sooo, what planet are you from?

Danny: dimension

Hal: what dimension, then?

Danny: not this one

Hal: so you’re from another dimension? What’s yours like?

Danny: it’s green, everything is green, except the doors, those are purple

Hal: quick question, what the fuck

Liking this shit immensely

Messaging people for the first time is so hard. What am I supposed to say? Like, "You seem really odd and your blog intrigues me. Do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters?" What! Whatever. I will just follow you back and stare at your blog with my big beautiful brown eyes.

Reblog if you're okay with people coming into your DMs with the "you seem really odd and your blog intrigues me, do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters"

aliens are planning an attack,

Amity park for whatever reason is in line of fire, She, Saint Amity the Little miss, City spirit on Amity park felt danger and made the wise decision to skedaddle. protect her citizens like the good city spirit she is.

the Amity parkers are confused but rolling with an impromptu field trip to the Zone.

the Aliens are confused.

the Justice league is confused.

a whole midwestern town just up and disappeared leaving behind nothing but a crater. what is odd is the former Amity parkers don't seem concerned, neither do families of the current residents that are missing with the town. they are acting as if nothing happened even seemingly able to communicate despite all Legues attempts to contact the town failing but they don't have time to investigate further because Aliens

She panted for the metaphysical equivalent of air as she managed to drag her entire town and all her sweet little humans to safety, away from the imminent alien invasion.

"how's that for 'itty bitty Amity'" she thought triumphantly "you may have your little 'dark knights' but Id like to see you singlehandedly save your people from an entire fleet of hostile aliens!"

As the most haunted town in America, Amity had a bit of a rivalry with Gotham. Afterall, they had the same number of curses.

DPxDC idea that has been floating around my head for a few months now:

Gotham, given its whole... thing with Lazurus Pools and general bad vibes, has a ghostly representative. Lady Gotham, when she bothers to be coporeal, looks like an influential lady from the 1920s, straight art deco elegance. A real classy girl.

Jazz is touring college campuses around the US. She has full ride offers from Gotham University, Metroplis College, and Star City State, to name a few. Danny, upon hearing that his sister is going to GOTHAM of all cities, decides he is going on this trip with her. He might be only 15, but his big sister isn't getting mugged while he has half an afterlife left to live!

Lady Gotham is all a flutter! Why the last ghost king was so frumpy! King Phantom is so handsome and powerful, and he is coming to her city. She absolutely has to show off her best side! She feels like a teenaged girl getting her home ready before a new beau comes to visit. She's flustered, she's nervous.

Meanwhile, John Constatine wakes up with cosmic alarm bells going off because something really, really bad is happening. He investigates to dicsover that for the past three days Gotham has not had a single crime.

No murders, muggings, hell not even a single jay walker!

Gotham the most cursed place on the North Or South American continent is suddenly more squeaky clean than whatever small farm town Superman grew up in.

No crimes, no smog in the air. Crime Lords seemingly gone in a puff of smoke, Assassins asleep in their beds.

Its so freaky. Even Batman is spooked and he is never spooked by anything.

Constantine is certain some demon or other nefarious being is harnessing Gothams cursed energy for some evil plot. Gathering the power to use it like a nuclear blast. Batman is concerned about mass mind control.

Lady Gotham is doing the metaphysical equivalent of hiding all of your stuff in a closet before a guest comes over because you dont have time to actually clean. She had to shoulder the thing closed! She just knows that when the lock fails there will be a huge mess.

Jazz and her family are just surprised about how nice Gotham U's campus is. She'd heard it was so dark and dangerous, but everyone is smiling and pleasant to her! Danny is just happy Jazz is safe from various villains.

So we have Batman investigating his rogues gallery for mind control plots, Constatine hunting for demons, Jazz and her family taking a walking tour of Gotham U, and Lady Gotham using every bit of her ghostly powers to make sure her damned, cursed city doesnt embarrass her in front of her crush!

John had finally sucked it up and asked the big bad bat for permission to enter the city. He was expecting a lot of things, curses, demons, the feeling of someone walking over your grave, but what he was entirely unprepared for was the feeling of giddy happiness that washed over him when he entered the city limits.

He walked everywhere, from the rich mansions in Bristol, to the dingy streets of a place literally called crime alley, and no one even gave him a threatening glare!

This was deeper then he thought. This wasn't a demon harnessing curses, this was the spirit of the city itself shouting out in glee.

He had two options now; he could call in Deadman and try to talk to Gotham, or he could brace himself for the inevitable fallout whenever this temporary mood left, and batman tried to take on the force of who knows how many suppressed curses all by himself.

You know, hell is pretty nice this time of year.

MY NAME, IS FRICKIN MOON MOON. I’D BE THE MOST IDIOTIC WOLF. ‘OH SHIT WHO BROUGHT FUCKING MOON MOON ALONG?’

the post that started it all

oh god

Never not reblogging.

I’ve only seen this post in screenshots

I’m very surprised this post hasn’t broken a million.

This is my heritage

The new hire

The Wayne Manor is a very large building with a large list of things that needed tending to. While Alfred takes pride in his ability in being the Wayne family butler, he is not too proud to admit that he does need help in maintaining the manor.

So he hired a part time maid!

A young lady named Jasmine, who is a student at Gotham University and is taking care of her younger siblings.

She's well behaved, doesn't complain, cleans well, doesn't steal, and has enough sass in her to deal with any of the batfamily's attitude.

One time she even stopped a group of burglars all by herself. When Alfred had come to check on her, he was met with the sight of Jazz having tied them up while lecturing them about their life choices and helping them find a better job.

So when he agrees to meeting with Jazz's brother to see if he'd be perfect to help with the jobs that needed heavy lifting or hard work. He is met with a 6'10 very muscled man with sharp teeth and flaming hair.

"This is my... twin brother! Dan!" Jazz introduces the man who Alfred.

Alfred sits all the kids down and they think theyre in trouble, but he says "I'd like to introduce you all to your new aunts and uncles" and brings out the nightingales

DPxDC Al Ghul Twins, Only Not Really

I have this vague idea that I might or might not turn into a fic, but it's been in my head for weeks now.

So Bad Ending with Fentons happens, after which Danny is traumatized beyond repair. Sam and Tucker find him, and for the lack of any other possible solutions, yeet him in the Zone and destroy the portal. Clockwork finds him, and Danny, desperate for a safe place, time to rest and heal, and afraid of becoming Dan, asks him for help. Clockwork obliges and tells him he will take care of everything and for Danny to sleep and not worry about anything.

"It's going to be okay," Clockwork tells him, "You will wake up, and all this will feel like a distant dream."

So Danny sleeps. The trick is, he doesn't sleep for a day or two - Clockwork, together with Frostbite and Nocturn, put him into something equivalent to medical coma. And then, Clockwork finds a dimension where no one's ever heard of Danny, Amity Park, GIW, and everything else, and he hides Danny in there.

Danny sleeps for three centuries, in depth of the mountains where no one can find or bother him. Yet, his mere presence in the world causes some ectoplasm to start accumulating around him - he is the Ghost King, after all.

He sleeps under Nanda Parbat.

When he wakes, his past life with Fentons really does feel distant and foggy. He remembers it, but it's like a childhood memory: the details have faded away, the faces have become blurry, and it doesn't hurt anymore. He doesn't forget anything, but it becomes... less important. Less meaningful.

But the first thing he feels just a few minutes after he wakes is a soul. A soul of a child, crying in pain, and its lifeless body being submerged into Danny's ectoplasm (Lazarus Pits have all come from Danny's excess ecto over the years of his sleep, so he can feel them and he can control them to an extent, albeit Ra's has really badly polluted them over the years).

Danny is a hero, that didn't change even after his very long sleep. So he tries to help, but in the process, he accidentally gets roped into the Pit, since a) it's corrupted ecto, b) he has zero ide what he's doing, c) he is the Ghost King and he might put more power in it than he intended, d) he just woke up, cut him some slack.

Talia, who put Damian's body into the Pit, is very damn surprised when two Damians emerge, and that's putting it lightly.

At least they are both very much alive.

at one point Talia has to put them both in the pits again and out pops three kids instead of the two she puts in and boom there's Dan ready and willing to be a ninja.

Sometime after that it happens again and all three have to go in and guess what.... there's a fourth it's alright though this ones a girl she an deal with that.

She's mildly (more like very) worried what would happen if she put all four in the pit. Unfortunately, it happened.

Jazz had dyed her hair brown trying to hide from her parents while looking for natural portals. She gets so contaminated that the brown sticks. Talia Now has a daughter that looks more like her and is about the same age Athanasia would have been. And, thus, assumes this is her first child. The one that died young.

Remember, Jason's hair was dyed black before the pits, then stayed black after.

Jason comes out of the Pit cradling Dani - deaged to reflect her actual age shortly after Danny goes to sleep - in his arms. She's biting his bicep through his clothes and growls at Talia when she tries to separate them.

Bruce is pulling his hair out because Talia won't tell him which kids have superpowers, and so he was just taking care of what he thought were two normal boys, when suddenly one of them goes invisible and hides on the roof. This continues for all the rest of the kids Talia sends him.

(he thinks he's got a break with jazz, but she's a psych major, and that's even worse then having powers)

I’ve hinted at it in other posts I’ve made, but the idea that Danny is just a little to non-human for people’s comfort is a head cannon I love. Which is half the reason he ends up in Gotham.

Gotham is cursed. Like full on, cursed the land the city was built on it’s imbedded in the brick and mortar of the buildings, cursed. But it leaves all Gothamites with a certain level of tolerability.

So Danny, who had the police called on him 5 different times during a college visit in metropolis because he was just a little too uncanny and everyone felt a certain degree of uncomfortable around him, learned that gothamites still pick up on the uncanny, but they can ignore it. At most he kinda get’s side eyed when he passes by, but most of Gotham gives off an odd vibe so they take it at face value and move on. Danny is not a registered rogue and is also not actively holding them up and they have better places to be.

That doesn’t mean it’s always ignored though. After Danny is admitted to the aerospace engineering program at Gotham U a Twitter account pops up that’s just called “Local GU Cryptid sightings.” It’s just pictures of Danny sleeping in the weirdest fucking places or security footage of him that keeps bugging out because they learn that they can’t take pictures of the kid without the footage going a little buggy.

The students in Danny’s cohort use the account to gauge Danny’s sanity level. They were not afraid to ask what was up with him, and instead of saying he’s a ghost he admitted to essentially living above a radioactive portal that contaminated him. His eyes glow and he has sharper teeth and ears. Also digital anything cannot capture his likeness.

And this was fascinating to them. They started doing some research because they wanted to know why some images had more distortion than others. Turns out the more tired Danny is the more distorted the photo becomes. So every now and then you’ll see someone snap a photo of Danny and be like “go home!” (They refer it to it as Danny’s sanity level because one time he started laughing so hard they thought he’s been gassed, but turns out he hadn’t slept in a week).

Still, it’s sorta become a game. Like how there are accounts that post pictures of the campus squirrels. It’s just that but with absurd Danny sightings. Someone caught him asleep in a tree once. No one knows how he got up there but he was sleeping against a gargoyle in the middle of the night and for the life of them they couldn’t figure out why he wouldn’t just go home (he likes sleeping under the stars sometimes, even if he can’t see them through the smog). A teacher sent a student to retrieve something from storage. Danny was also down there, and can apparently see in the dark since said student turned the corner to a dark hall and glowing green eyes. (Geezus Danny you scared the shit out of me. Now don’t move. I need proof this happened or no one will believe me.)

It’s all pretty harmless. The first time Danny gets caught up in a rouge attack his teenage vigilante instincts kick in and he decks the leader in the face knocking him out cold.

Bruce is concerned because footage of the fight is distorted but both Jason and Tim take one look and laugh. “It’s just Danny. We already vetted him. He’s good,l. Remember the GCPD’s request about that kid who disarmed a bomb and disappeared? That was Danny. He was tired and likes to canabilize machines for his projects.”

Danny not a born Gothamite, but he certainly feels like one so they accept him into the fold easily enough.

What probably alerted batman was the large amount of comments beneath the posts rating the “sanity level” of the being.

Tim had to explain it was a sleep rating system of how sleep deprived Danny probably was. Some just spitballed a 0-10 rating (zero being normal Danny Levels and 10 being he might literally go nuclear on campus). Others would use it as a brain teaser and has been used by professors as extra credit in math, science, and most often in physics. How far from the camera is he, what kind of camera was it, time of day, sleeping or not, other interferences, etc. to figure out Danny’s radioactivity in the time of his picture. As long as you could argue your points you’d get credit. It’s why pictures started sharing info on what phone/the location they were in when taking it.

Danny has no issue with it but it is strange doing a physics question surrounding your sleeping habits. But, eh, ce la vie

Gotham U wasn’t the best college in the country—not by a long shot. It was known for its rigorous programs, yes, but mostly for being the kind of place where you had to dodge a rogue or two on your way to a midterm. For Danny, it felt right.

He walked down the dimly lit corridor toward his aerospace engineering class, his backpack slung over his shoulder. A few students milled about, chatting in low tones, but most gave him a brief glance before pretending they hadn’t noticed his glowing green eyes. That’s Gotham for you.

In Metropolis, he couldn’t walk two blocks without someone side-eyeing him, whispering, or calling security. Five calls. Five. All because, apparently, his face was a little too sharp, his eyes a little too bright, and he had an uncanny way of making people uncomfortable. He’d had to explain the glow as an effect of “radioactive exposure,” which technically wasn’t a lie, but it didn’t stop the police from giving him the third degree every time he visited.

Gotham, on the other hand? Most people here could barely be bothered. Sure, they noticed he was... off. But they had better things to do—like, say, not getting mugged on their way home or avoiding the next Joker gas attack. Danny’s weirdness was just another quirk in an already strange city.

Which was why he felt a twinge of unease when his phone buzzed, alerting him to a new post from the now-popular Twitter account, @LocalGUCryptidSightings.

Danny groaned, already knowing what was waiting for him. Opening the app, he saw it: a grainy photo of himself, fast asleep, curled up on top of one of Gotham U’s many gothic gargoyles. He wasn’t even sure when he’d fallen asleep up there. He vaguely remembered deciding the night air was nice after a long day of lectures, but the rest was a blur. The caption read:

“Gotham’s favorite cryptid spotted napping with the gargoyles again. Danny Phantom or a really tired bat? Sanity Level: 7/10, he's probably running on 2 hours of sleep.”

Danny chuckled. They weren’t wrong—he had only gotten about two hours. His schedule lately had been brutal, balancing schoolwork, his personal projects, and the occasional ghost problem in the city. It was bound to catch up with him, but at least his classmates found it entertaining.

He scrolled through the replies.

@GU_EngineerGuy: “Can confirm, caught him asleep next to a freaking vent last week. How does one even...?” @CampusWatch: “Based on the distortion of his glow here, I'm guessing he's been up for at least 48 hours. 8/10 he might forget how doors work soon.” @MathProfGU: “Extra credit challenge: Based on camera type, distance, and time of day, calculate how radioactive Danny was in this photo. Make sure to include your work. Bonus points if you map the correlation between sleep deprivation and photo distortion. Class dismissed.”

Danny shook his head. They had turned him into a living, breathing math problem. At first, the glitchy camera footage and weird photos freaked people out. His likeness never quite captured correctly on digital media, but after explaining the "radioactive portal contamination" story, his classmates were fascinated. They couldn’t get enough of studying him, even turning his ghostly presence into an unofficial part of the curriculum.

Danny didn’t mind. The tweets and comments were harmless, and the speculation about his “sanity level” had become an inside joke at this point. Besides, he liked the Gotham U students—they were clever and resourceful, even if they enjoyed posting random pictures of him slumped in awkward places on campus.

It wasn’t a bad life, really. For once, no one was trying to hunt him down, and there wasn’t a ghostly crisis looming over his head. Sure, there were the occasional rogue attacks and a persistent smog that made star-gazing impossible, but it all felt strangely normal.

In Gotham, he was free to be a little weird without too much judgment. He could blend into the chaos, get through his classes, and maybe—just maybe—finally catch up on sleep.

i love the emt dick grayson headcanon and i think it's so much more apt than the cop plotline for a lot of reasons but i'm also obsessed with the fact that in this scenario, injured bludhaven residents scared that they're dying are being treated by a guy whose examples for medical bedside manner are "detached englishman" and "bruce wayne under psychological stress"

rohrbach: grayson your bedside manner is shit

dick: no it's not

rohrbach: you told that 10 year old that if he didn't let you put his iv in his father would ban him from going outside or seeing sunlight ever again

Dick breaks his arm doing something stupid and Alfred's patching him up

Robin!dick: have you seen this before?

Alfred: the stupidity of man is entirely unoriginal, of course I've treated this before

And then in the future, dick trying to comfort a scared kid

Kid: have you seen this happen before?

EMT!dick: of course I have, the stupidity of man is entirely unoriginal

i like w,hen ......... theres a Big scaresy fantasies beast ok .... and then the big beast has a litter of babies,,,., and the babeis are veryvery small . ok

do u understand ...

Her babies! She has to be big and scary so that she can get rid of anyone who might try to hurt them! Look how precious they are

join me... on silly cat game!!

Started the other day and this game is so good! Highly recommend

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 imagining Batman scouted Danny for the Watchtower's medical team because he helped the junior team (speedster, martian, half Kryptonian clone, half Atlantean, and humans) when they crashed in Amity Park after the ambient ecto messed with their tech

So after learning what happened, he's meeting with the current lead doctors, staring at them like:

"You fired the guy I brought to you, explicitly for his experience with variant biologies, on day one, because he corrected you about variant biologies."

Batman is not happy.

On the other hand... what if it wasn't Danny that was brought in, but one of the younger (comparatively) yeti doctors?

Like--if the Anti Ecto Acts were recently brought down, and this was Danny's way to try for better integration/interaction between ghosts and humans? Maybe an experiment to try and find ways for ghosts to be able to peacefully fulfill their obsessions without bothering anyone?

It could have still been vetted by Batman--his colleague/one of his kids' friends Phantom floating the idea and then Batman going to the Far Frozen to scout it out.

Oh no,,,

They hurt the baby yeti. It's his first day on earth and they insult him? Disregard his advice? Fire him because they are small minded humans who thinks that they know everything?

Phantom is going to chew them out for this

Mama Bat

There was a baby in the Batcave.

There was a baby in the Batcave.

There was a glowing, white haired, Lazarus green eyed baby floating in the freaking Batcave!

A baby that was currently wearing a superhero themed footy pajamas and making tiny circles in the air as they coo and make spit bubbles.

A baby Cass had found while on patrol... in Hong Kong before suddenly and somehow appearing in Gotham. In the Batcave.

Along with them, sitting innocently on the batcomputer chair was a baby bag (themed after Black Bat somehow) full of everything a baby needed a glowing green sticky note with purple handwriting on it.

'Cassandra Cain-Wayne

Take care of our little Ghostling. Everything will make sense in due time.

P.S Daniel enjoys the stars.

-CW'

By the time Bruce finished reading the note aloud, Cass had manged to get a hold of the baby who was making happy noises and patting her cheek.

And a second later a blinding light overtook the baby and once the light was gone, the baby now had black hair and bright blue eyes.

Well. It was simple really, this is her baby.

He squirmed in the air as she grabbed him, babbling sounds, some of which were normal, others which were made of overlapping emotions.

She needed to find out what kind of baby he was, as humans didn't change colour and speak in emotions, but that would be explained later. Right now she had a family to introduce her baby to.

DP x DC: obsession ramble

It’s not that I dislike obsessions, but I’d like to actually see them actually used more

The word obsession means: “an idea or thought that continually preoccupies or intrudes on a person’s mind”

It has connotations of compulsivity and a loss of control

So if I’m told X character is obsessed with y, then I’m not actually shown the character being obsessed, it just feels… unsatisfying?

And a lot of the time we get told about it and then it’s never addressed again, or it gets treated more akin to a special interest

It’s Chekhov’s gun remaining unfired

Which is a shame because the works that do actually show the obsessive element of an obsession it feels like setup and payoff. It’s really cool and an interesting way to examine a character

And I get that takes extra work and isn’t always the story you want to tell, but it’s significantly less cool when it’s arbitrarily lumped in. It’s not a be all end all if it’s included and nothing is done with it, but it’s a bit like a nail not quite hammered into place: sticks out a bit and occasionally tears a small hole in your sweater(story)

Def not saying not to use it, but just food for thought on ways to use it I guess, or a way. Idk man I’ve definitely been overthinking this but people overthink every aspect of writing and tropes so that don’t make me special just sleep deprived

You know? You're right and SHOULD say it. I wonder? If in Halfa? It's almost like an aggressive and constant series of intrusive thoughts? The harder you try NOT to think about it, the more it takes over your life. But also if you give in TOP much? More the same.

Ghosts? They live it. It's a dopamine factory.

Some have better control then others... but? It's a compulsion. An itch. Don't think about pink elephants or red balloons, sorta scenario.

Cause like? It occurs to me? A poorly translated/understood/etc understanding of the situation? Is that the Zone gives you both heaven and hell. Mindlessly chase your obsession? Endless joy! But you loose yourself. Resist? And it's still all you can think about... but now it HURTS.

Rightfully? Danny SHOULD be? Fidgeting with space rocks. Looking up space news. Wearing space related gear. Space and space and has he told you about space today? Also don't step up on that ladder. It's not SAFE. Let him do it.

It would look similar to OCD. Literally in the name after all. Obsessive Compulsive. Only difference is HIS is caused by Supernatural Goo™.

This is wonderful! A lot of fics talk about how lonely Danny would be as one of only a handful of halfas in existence. But there's a whole world of people with OCD!

They may have completely different obsessions, but they get it. They understand.

I want Danny to be able to find people who understand him, even and especially people with no powers at all

i cant stand working in an office i need to stretch like this

This is the only way to stretch out all of your silly little muscles that don't really move