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Danny wasn’t the only Fenton that had been affected by ectoplasm exposure.

Jazz showed her powers for the first time when she was 3. Jazz had set the curtains to her room on fire. She blamed it on Danny after the fire was out. Jack believed her.

When Jazz was five, she discovered what she called ‘firebending’ after a show that she had watched on television. But she hid it, because she didn’t want her parents to think she was weird. After all, she was the only one in her family that had powers.

When Jazz was six and Danny was four, she discovered Danny’s ice powers. Now she knew two things. She wasn’t the only weird one, and her parents had no idea. How did they not notice that their kids had powers?

Danny and Jazz grew up keeping their powers a secret. In a world of meta human trafficking, ghosts, and aliens, they didn’t want to get involved in it.

The portal started up for the first time when Jazz was 13 and Danny 11. It started up shortly after their parents old college friend came back into their lives. Vlad paid the kids very little attention. They practically didn’t exist to them.

Jazz and Danny met Batman for the first time when she was 14. Batman and his crew had come to raid their home on the basis that it was a base for the supervillain, Plasmius. Jazz took Danny by the hand and they kept back Batman’s crew with a mixture of fire and ice, and disappeared without a trace.

Two years after that, when Jazz was 16 and Danny was 14, the two orphans remerged in Star City. They had gotten caught by Green Arrow and John Constantine, and they were very, very angry about it. They don’t want to be science experiments. They don’t want to be heroes. They just want to live their life.

Aunt Alicia had always been an oddball. She was a loner who kept to herself after her divorce. Chose to live in a small cabin in Arkansas in the middle of nowhere, and celebrate her independence from her ex.

Except what if none of that was actually true?

Yes, Alicia and Maddie were sisters; Alicia was a few years older than Maddie, with very different views of life. Alicia had been living this lie for so long that she almost forgot it wasn’t true.

Alicia might have been her true identity, but it wasn’t her only identity. She had once been known as Martha Wayne, and had a son. But after her “death”, she knew she needed to stay away. The death was a set up, a warning from the court of Owls. She knew this, but she didn’t want to put her son in danger. So she kept her distance.

Alicia had survived because of Maddie, she had kept Alicia alive with ectoplasm. Alicia had become a halfa from the exposure—the second of her kind.

When Danny was 14 and Bruce was 30, everything changed. Danny found out his Aunt’s secret after his accident, and Bruce found out his mother had been alive and he had more relatives than he had known about.

Danny’s not exactly sure why the Justice League are looking at him like this. He hasn’t been to this planet before. He knew it was one of the unexplored planets. No ghosts had ever set foot here, not even Pariah Dark. As far as he knew, this planet shouldn’t know about ghosts at all.

He started out by chatting with Batman, but talking to that man was like talking to a brick wall so he quickly dipped. He then ran into Superman, who he walked to for a good four hours before moving on to explore. Superman tried to come with him, but Danny politely declined, because he didn’t want to take up and more of the man’s time. He then met the Flash, and they got some food together and fought some petty crime together before he moved on. Danny was quite enjoying this world, it was so different from his. It had a different language(he kept the translator that Clockwork had given him handy in his travels) different culture, and different things to do. And the biggest bonus was that nobody was trying to shoot him. He ended his tour with Wonder Woman, who finally asked him the question that had been on every heroes mind since he had gotten here: what brings you to earth?

He had gotten quiet, then. His body language had been closed off. He deflected the question, but it had made Diana more curious. He tried to excuse himself, but Diana was persistent. With great reluctance, he eventually admitted the truth. On Danny’s planet, the GIW had almost taken over the planet. His kind had been forced out, and he couldn’t return home. Not that he’d had much of a home to return to anyway. His family was alive, but he had no way to reach them in the Ghost Zone. They’d destroyed the portal but he hadn’t had enough time to cross over. So now he wandered the universe, helping other civilizations in need, and making friends.

Now the Justice League want to help him get home, but where do they even start with building a ghost portal? Danny’s only comment was they’d have to move the on switch.

Demon twins au im thinking about writing. Just need to see if people are interested in reading it first but here’s my main ideas:

-identical twins (so Danny has green eyes not blue in this)

-dimensional travel (will explain in a sec)

-no halfa au

-loa assassin!Danny

-but also clockwork’s assistant!Danny

-vlad makes it his mission to assassinate all versions of Danny thru the multiverse (has a cool code name and everything, but not sure if I want to reveal that in case I do write it?)

-this leads to Damian’s version of Danny dying young; but the alternate dimension Danny is still alive, but his version of Damian also died young

-Danny chases vlad thru multiverse, eventually leading Danny to current damian and they have a reunion

-in the end, Danny decides to reside full time in Damian’s universe since his was mostly/completely destroyed

-damian and Danny are a bit older, roughly 15-16

Thoughts?? Outline is a mess, but I want to see what the thoughts are on this to see if it’s worth my time to write this out legit??

Villain Fenton au 3

Danny is the son of the two biggest supervillains in the world. He has weekly get togethers with the legion of doom, and those villains came to every single one of his birthday parties growing up.

Needless to say, Danny has no friends his own age. To remedy this, he creates a persona: James Nightingale: normal high schooler.

Now, his parents and extended villain family all know this. How could they not? He learned all his tricks from them, after all. But they let him have his fun. After all, every villain needed a secret identity.

But now Danny has a new problem. He’s pretty sure that Lex’s clone son, Kon-El, has a secret identity and goes to his school. He can’t prove it, but he’s positive that the teen boy is the same. Conner Kent is an oddity, but he speaks with the same tone of voice as Lex, and has his smile and eye color. But he has those dorky glasses that Danny’s pretty sure he doesn’t need.

Danny’s first goal to being a normal teenager is to befriend Conner Kent.

The heroes have lost.

Superman, Wonder Woman, and Shazam are dead. The only thing that’s kept Batman alive was his wit, but that’s not enough.

His wit didn’t save his children.

His wit didn’t save Alfred.

His wit didn’t stop the world from burning.

He’s become desperate for a miracle. He had never been desperate before, but all hope had been lost. He was one of the last teams of heroes that had survived the initial onslaught. He had no contingency plans, nothing he could invent. No weapon, no weakness.

His desperate plea was so strong it went through the fabric of the dimensions. Clockwork, who normally had no intention of looking into that dimension, decided to look at the timeline. He didn’t like what he saw, so he appeared before Bruce Wayne in the middle of the night. After a brief discussion, he decided to send Bruce back in time.

When Bruce opened his eyes next, he scrambled to find the date. He almost laughed in relief when he realized that this was the day he had become Batman. The day he had first donned the cowl. He was over twenty years in the past, and he still had the knowledge of what had brought the timeline to the brink of disaster last time.

Clockwork gave him a gift. A son named Danny, to be raised by Bruce. The boy was a newborn infant, with a head full of black hair and startling blue eyes. He didn’t know what Danny’s backstory was, or why Clockwork had possession of the infant, but he wasn’t going to ask questions. His world was safe, and he had another chance to prevent the end of the world twenty years early.

He would love his son as if he was his own flesh and blood. Then he would be the best Batman the world had ever seen.

Danny had been sent across the dimensions to correct the flow of time more than once. He had stopped zombie invasions, a robot named vision, saved Ancient Greece(and somehow became a minor diety in their religion), and much more. With each new mission he learned a lesson, which was what Clockwork had intended for him. He learned compassion, empathy, and kindness, but he also learned bravery, how to be cunning, and how to outsmart the enemy. Over the last few years his Fenton genes kicked in, making him a tall 6”6, and he was still growing. It had gotten harder to blend in as a human as he came into more power than he had had as a teenager, but he was managing.

Clockwork had let him have some time off to himself, so he headed to one of his favorite dimensions, a Justice League timeline. He was strolling around Central City, watching Flash zooming around taking out bad guys. He didn’t need to help; Flash had it completely under control and he would only get in the way. He could admire Flash’s resilience and bravery as he took down the big bad of the day.

It took longer than it should have, but Flash eventually noticed his presence. He stopped running, coming to a halt beside Danny, looking his ghost form up and down, as if assessing his threat level.

“What’s up?” He asked casually.

“Not much,” Flash responded with a shrug, “Just normal things.”

He nodded. “I see.”

“Do you want to get dinner after this?” Flash offered.

He blinked in surprise. Did Flash just ask him out on a date?

“Sure, I’m not busy.” He grinned.

Flash rejoined the fight with renewed energy, seeming more like he was showing off than fighting. He chuckled to himself. This should be interesting.

The bats had no idea what they were looking at. A very large vehicle that looked like it shouldn’t possibly be able to run was speeding around Gotham in no particular order. Almost as if it was looking for something. It took all of the bats over an hour to chase it down and contain it to question the driver.

A man with black hair and blue eyes that remind Bruce of his late father looks out the window, and says, “We’re looking for our son.”

A woman in the passenger seat that looks like Bruce’s mother adds, “The self sacrificial idiot jumped through a portal into another dimension trying to save a cat.”

The man nodded along, “It’s not really a cat though.”

“Well, what is it?” Tim asked, genuinely confused.

“It’s the alternate version of our son from a timeline where he went evil.” The woman responds.

“But don’t worry, he’s not evil anymore!” The man grins.

Bruce had questions. “But why would your son be a cat?”

“Because our daughter—the girl cloned from the current version of our son, that is—decided to shapeshift into a dog and chase him through the multiverse.” The man replied.

“So our other daughter, the older one, she decided to alert us, but she couldn’t wait, so now she shapeshifted ito a bird to try and catch them that way.” The woman continued.

“Are all of your children shapeshifters?” Bruce asked.

“Yep.” The man said proudly.

“Are you?” Bruce asked.

“It’s complicated.” The woman shrugged, “Using the GAV is faster.”

Bruce was very thankful that the cowl covered most of his face. Everything the people said just made his brain hurt worse.

Kon is convinced he saw an alien flying around Metropolis.

Bart swears it was a Bat playing a prank when he sees it in Central City.

Tim confirms that while no Bats have been in Central City, they’re chasing something weird in Gotham.

Cassie has no idea where the white-haired meta girl came from, but she’s been training her to sword fight better.

In other words, Dani, Dan, Danny and Vlad have an ongoing prank war and are trying to see who tries to fight them first. Dani conceded when she meets the totally cool, blonde version of Wonder Woman. Vlad is impressed with Tim, and wants to see how long it takes the boy to catch him. Dan is not impressed with the Supers, and he is aching to beat up Superman, but Superboy keeps getting in the way. Danny keeps losing the race against Impulse, because man that dude is fast. Flash has good jokes, too, so he’s not complaining!

Danny: Hell didn’t want me when I died, and heaven cast me out. So now I’m stuck in between on this little place called Earth. Sometimes I like to think it’s my own personal hell, but who am I to judge?

Tim, who was on day 5 of being awake: have you tried to fight god?

Danny: oh, I did, and I won. But the bastard is manipulative and decided that I wasn’t allowed in heaven because of pure spite.

Tim: interesting. Do you still want to fight gods?

Danny: depends. Me and Hades are under a truce, and Zeus kicked me out of Olympus. Sometimes I thought about fighting with Wonder Woman to get a rise from Zeus, but Hippolyta told me I wouldn’t be invited for dinner if I messed with her daughter, sooo….

Tim, pulling out his phone: cool, cool, so his name is darkseid, and he’s an asshole

Danny: say no more

“You’re late.” Danny turns around, looking at the space his nephew now occupied.

Batman frowns, then sighs. He runs a hand across his head, where his hair would be if the cowl wasn’t there. “I know, I got caught up with—“

“I’m not interested in your excuse.” He cut off Batman, “You’re never punctual anyway.”

“Mom never cared.” Batman deflected.

“Of course she didn’t. She’s a Fenton; we’re always late, it’s just part of our biology.” He crossed his arms as he tilted his head, the crown on top of his head brushing against his hair with the movement.

“Have you found her soul yet?” Batman—Bruce asked.

“Not yet. I know she’s been reborn, but I haven’t tracked it down. I’m beginning to wonder if she ended up on a different planet from ours.”

“We’ll know it when we see it.” Bruce agreed, “Until then, we do nothing.”

“Hmm.” He grunted. “How are your children?”

“They’re doing good. Damian is adjusting well. You can always meet them, you know.” Bruce offered.

“I can’t.” He denied, “Most of them aren’t blood related. Being around me for an extended amount of time would sap their life force until they were liminal. They don’t deserve that.”

“I know,” Bruce huffed, “I just wish…”

“I know, Bruce.” He put his hand on his nephew’s shoulder. “Being fully dead and the ghost king is…not always fun.” He finished lamely.

“It’s okay. You did what you could after mom and dad died.”

The air between them was sad. He wished he could say something, anything, but there was nothing left to say. As much as Danny wished he could be with his nephew’s children, it just wasn’t possible. Being the ghost king might have saved the multiverse, but the cost was that he couldn’t be around his family. The only one would be Damian, Bruce’s blood son, since ectoplasm in his veins from Jazz would protect against his aura. Bruce’s other children wouldn’t have that luxury, and he would never risk his family’s health like that.

It was a good thing Gotham owed him a favor, and she watched over them for him instead.

“Hey, Tucker? Guess what?” Danny asked, turning to look at Tucker.

Tucker was currently playing Mario Cart on the TV. He didn’t pause his game, or even glance at him. “What?”

“Vicki Vale is accusing Bruce Wayne of being Batman.” He responded.

“No fucking way,” Tucker finally turned to look at him, “Are you serious?”

“Dead serious.” He smirked.

“First off, bad pun. Secondly, we both remember how Bruce Wayne got so drunk at last week’s gala that he fell in Gotham Harbor, right?”

“Yep. There was also the time when some class B villain attacked Wayne Enterprises and he got so scared that his butler had to take him home after.” He shrugged.

“We should make a bet.” Tucker finally quit the game and turned to give him his full attention. “Whenever finds out Batman’s true identity first wins. No ghost powers, and no tech.”

“Okay. Let’s write down who we think it is to have it on record.” He set his phone down and pulled his backpack towards him to grab a notebook.

“Nope, that’s cheating.” Tucker declared.

“No, what’s cheating is you googling how tall Batman is.” He scowled.

“It’s google!” Tucker exclaimed. “It’s probably not even accurate anyway. Wiki lists him as between 6’2 and 9 feet. There’s no way possible that Batman is nine feet tall!”

“He’s as tall as the weight of your sins.”

“Eating meat doesn’t count as a sin.” Tucker huffed. “You’re listening to Sam too much.”

“Whatever, dude. Challenge accepted. First person to figure out Batman’s identity wins.”

Dick decides to throw a funeral for his youth when he turns 30. The party turns out great, and all of his siblings pitch in to make the party more memorable.

Things change when an actual ghost crashes the party claiming to be the ghost of Dick’s youth. This wouldn’t be so suprising if the kid didn’t look exactly like Dick when he was 14.

Danny and Jazz were forced to go to a gala with Vlad. During the gala, the Joker and Harley Quinn decided to prey on the rich.

Danny: Quick, Jazz, make a distraction.

Jazz: *immediately turning to the person beside her* I was just thinking how I would make the perfect American president based upon my skill set, dance ability, and bloodlust.

Dick, who was trying to slip out of the room: *intrugued* how does your dance ability make you a good president?

Jazz: I am so glad you asked.

Ten minutes later, she manages to distract Dick, Damian, and Steph. Bruce is not happy about this.

*Casually in the Middle of a High Stakes/Dangerous Situation*

Danny: How do you eat pickles?

Dick: What do you mean?

Danny: I mean, there's a whole process. It's not like you can grab them from the jar with your hand, because it's cold and the juice burns if you have a cut, plus, it's pretty unsanitary. And you can't use a spoon because you'll have to scoop it out, and it'll be way too difficult to grab more than three or four without taking 10 minutes along with half the brine in the jar, even if it's one with holes.

Dick: Yeah, that's why you use a fork.

Danny B: Okay, sure, but what if you don't have one of the big ones clean? It's weird to use a small one. But there is always one of those smaller sharp knives clean.

Dick: But the straight edge doesn't really fit the cylindrical shape, and you have to make sure you don' t break it, it's too much work.

Dick: It makes me feel like I deserve the pickles though. Like, "Yeah, I did it. That's right. Good job me." It's empowering. But even after that, it's not like you can use a bowl.

Danny: I get that, it's not ascetically pleasing.

Dick: Exactly! And it looks weird if you don't entirely fill the bowl, but you also can't eat that many. My solution: Use a mug.

Danny: *Nods in agreement*

Jason: That is all very interesting, BUT WE'RE TRYING NOT TO DIE RIGHT NOW! USE YOUR LIMITED ATTENTION SPANS AND FOCUS!

Danny: Jeez, okay.

Dick: Quit yelling at us already.

Damian: When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don't want your damn lemons, what the hell am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give me lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the person who's gonna burn your house down! With the lemons! I'm gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!

Danny: all I asked is if you wanted some lemonade

“Drop it!” Jason yells, chasing after a glowing green puppy.

A glowing green puppy that stole his gun and was currently running from him. Why was a dog green and glowing? He had no idea but he really didn’t want the gun to start firing inside it’s mouth. That would be bad. He can practically hear Alfred scolding him already.

Unfortunately, him having a gun on him would be a strange occurrence since he was not currently Red Hood, but Jason Todd, rich socialite son of Bruce Wayne.

He was also in Gotham Park, a very public place.

He groaned in frustration as the puppy continued to run from him, excitedly yipping as the gun wiggled in its mouth.

“I said, drop it!” He yelled, cupping his hands over his mouth.

The puppy didn’t listen and continued to run through the park. He put on a burst of speed, trying to catch the dog. His hands wrapped around its stomach as he tried to tackle it to the ground. He found himself face planting into the ground, his mouth filling full of dirt.

What the fuck?

He spit out the dirt and leapt to his feet, chasing after the puppy who now had a very big lead on him.

“Cujo!” A male voice called.

The puppy excitedly barked and sat at the feet of a man, dropping the gun onto his feet while wagging its tail.

“Where did you—is this a gun?!” The man asked. “Cujo, who did you—“

Jason broke around the corner a second later, covered head to toe in dirt, cursing under his breath. He didn’t care about the sight of the man in front of him, he just wanted to grab his gun back and hide for the next ten years. He was never going to hear the end of this from his family!

“Where did you get a gun?” The man questioned.

“It’s not a gun.” He said gruffly, taking the gun from the man and putting it into the back of his pants.

“It looks like a gun to me.” The man crossed his arms, black hair falling into his blue eyes.

“It’s a taser.” He lied, “Shaped like a gun.”

“Uhuh.” The man didn’t sound convinced.

He went to walk away from the man, annoyed at the entire encounter.

“The only people who carry guns on them are cops or criminals. You a cop?” The man asked.

“Even if I was a cop, I don’t narc.” He scowled, spitting out dirt that was stuck to his tongue.

“Criminal it is, then.” The man smirked.

The next second, he was dodging a blow that would’ve hit him in the head. So this was how it was going to be, then.