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With all this happening, we could have Danny's reincarnation being blessed by hades as an explanation for his new powers.

Hades: I found this clay baby made of flesh and bone and was given a pure spirit, given to me by my father asking for his reincarnation.

Ww: The mad titan!!? why was I not informed of this, and why didn't I sense divine energy from him.

Hades: Our father has not been mad for a long time. After all, his is the god of time. As for your other question, it is because he had not around divine energy and had no knowledge of the gods.

Side note

I imagine after this, it act an awakening of his divine blood he quite literally, and it's not that they pick up on until they're much older.

Danny has been reincarnated.

Which was an odd thing to realize, it wasn't even a slow one he just... snapped into it one day. One moment he was staring at a wall out of boredom the next, well, he was staring for an entirely different reason.

It was a task for his now young -he thinks around three years old?- mind to work its way through the memories, but it wasn't like he had much else to do honestly. So, what does he know?

His name is Danny, like, his actual name and not just a moniker. He was once a halfa and he already knows he's going to be missing invisibility and intangibility. He, well, died. For like, a second time which actually makes sense because reincarnation-

Anyways.

He was a clone of two people from this thing called the Justice League which, weird name but probably some government or activist group. Wonder Woman and Superman. Which were pretty weird names to name your kids but eh.

He doesn't really remember much besides that from this life, or the one from before but he's an adult! He'll figure things out once he gets out of this containment tube thing.

Did he mention he was in a test tube? He's a tube baby now. He thinks? Or maybe it's more like he's being contained.

Whatever.

So he breaks out. Thank you apparent superstrength that he has no idea why he has but he's not going to complain! He then wandered around all of the other test tubes, able to remember just enough of English to see that yea, they're dead.

He probably was too, before he had memories zapped into him. Or a vegetable.

He then finds this really big container, checks it out, then opens it because the clone inside isn't dead!

'Project Match' it said. He'll just call him Match.

Was he thanked for helping him? Nope. You would think that he would be thanked or at least somewhat respected for saving this guy but nope!

He was, quite literally, held up by his leg and dangled in the air. Who dangles a three-year-old?! Well, he was technically and adult but still! The next few things were a blur but after pulling off the old Fenton charm he found him and Match outside as he tried to stop him from attacking random people.

Luckily the charms and privilege of the youngest (he's assuming he's the youngest, because he's physically three) was more than enough to get through to him. Sure, the guy couldn't form words, really aggressive for literally no reason, really weird but also absolutely cool looking eyes. But he worked around the first issue by developing their own personal language from like grunts and stuff, the second he once again used his youngest privilege to boss him around and the third a pair of sunglasses easily fixed.

He just had to steer Match clear of those random S crest mark thingies. Which was a weird thing to hate but hey, he's not there to judge.

Ghost of a Chance

Gotham was not a city known for its kindness. Rain slicked the alleyways like a second skin, and shadows crept where sunlight dared not linger. Alfred Pennyworth had seen a great many things in this city. Muggers, monsters, and masked madmen were just part of the nightly routine. What he hadn't expected, however, was to be saved by a ghost.

Or something very much like one.

It was supposed to be a quick errand—a quiet evening walk to clear his head. But halfway down Burnside, three desperate men with more bravado than brains cornered him. Alfred had been ready to disarm the first and disable the second, but he never got the chance. A blur of white and black swooped in, accompanied by the distant, bone-deep hum of unnatural power. The muggers were down in seconds—one frozen to the wall, another knocked out cold, and the third suspended midair by a glowing hand that flickered green.

The boy was there and gone just as fast. Alfred barely had time to register the tattered hoodie, the hollow cheeks, the white hair and green eyes that didn’t seem quite human.

"Wait—!" Alfred had called, but the boy was already gone, melting into the shadows like smoke.

The encounter would’ve ended there—just another strange chapter in Gotham’s nightbook—if it hadn’t kept happening.

Twice more, the mysterious young man appeared. Once to stop a purse snatcher near the theater. Another time to drag a lost child out of a crumbling building during a fire. Always fast, always silent. Always gone before Alfred could properly speak to him.

And always too thin.

It was the kind of thin that spoke of long nights without food. Hollow cheeks, knobby elbows, a belt cinched too tight around jeans that barely stayed up. It reminded Alfred of the early days—of Dick, of Jason, of Tim, of Damian. Of boys who had learned to survive instead of live.

Alfred Pennyworth had a rule: no one went hungry on his watch.

And so began his campaign.

At first, it was subtle. A wrapped sandwich left behind after one of the ghost-boy’s heroic appearances. A thermos of hot tea left conveniently near a rooftop perch. A backpack, clean and durable, filled with protein bars and fresh socks. Most of it vanished, though Alfred never saw it happen.

Then came the note, scrawled in messy, tired handwriting:

“Thanks. You didn’t have to. I’m not sticking around though. It’s safer for you if I don’t.”

The next day, Alfred left a response tucked in the same spot:

“You are not a danger, young man. I’ve seen far worse, and fed far worse. If you insist on continuing your streak of rooftop chivalry, I insist you do so on a full stomach.”

He added a slice of quiche. It was gone by morning.

Bruce raised an eyebrow the first time he caught Alfred baking two loaves of banana bread instead of one. Tim said nothing when the supply order mysteriously included a half dozen extra protein shakes and thermal gloves in medium size. Damian made a snide comment—something about stray ghosts haunting the pantry—but Alfred didn’t dignify it with a reply.

Then came the night it changed.

A patrol gone wrong. Batman caught in a collapsing parking garage. The comms went dead. Nightwing was too far. Red Hood was tracking Penguin. The only one nearby—untraceable, unregistered, and undeniably powerful—was the boy Alfred had been feeding for weeks.

He left the beacon on the rooftop.

“Help him. Please. –A.P.”

Within minutes, Bruce stumbled through the Batcave entrance, soot-smudged and breathing, but alive. Behind him, almost hidden in the shadows, was the boy. White hair. Green eyes. Shivering slightly, but still on his feet.

“I didn’t do it for favors,” the boy said. His voice was hoarse, too young for his haunted face. “I just... couldn’t let him die.”

“I know,” Alfred said gently. “Which is precisely why the offer of dinner still stands.”

“…I shouldn’t.” But his eyes drifted toward the warm lights of the manor beyond the cave, toward the smell of fresh bread and something sweet baking in the oven.

“No one escapes me forever, dear boy,” Alfred said with a small smile. “Not even slippery ghosts.”

The boy stared at him for a long moment. Then finally, like a candle burning out, he sagged.

“…Okay. Just for tonight.”

“Of course,” Alfred said, already turning toward the kitchen. “We’ll start with soup.”

Behind him, the boy whispered a name like an afterthought—like something long buried finally being said aloud.

“Danny. My name’s Danny.”

“Well then, Master Danny,” Alfred said, with the same fondness he reserved for all his wayward sons, “welcome home.”

Pickpocket for Hire

Dpxdc Prompt #61

It started off as a joke.

No really, it was something that Jason felt the Bats would laugh about, while also helping out some street kids along the way.

He put out a job for the kids of Crime Alley, anyone who could pickpocket the entire Wayne family would get all necessities paid for them by Red Hood until they turned 18.

Most kids that saw the challenge would think it was a joke.

Most kids that believed it was real would think it wasn't even worth trying.

Most kids that tried would be caught immediately, and subsequently get a meal paid for by their Wayne of choice and suddenly have some doors opened for them, because Jason knew his family and knew they had a soft spot for kids.

Except the one thing he didn't account for was Danny Fenton, who most certainly was not most kids.

So Damian is in college, and he’s continued being a vigilante, but people are starting to get a bit suspicious when he leaves during a rouge attack. He needs someone to be his alibi, and it has to be someone he can realistically be around alone for long periods of time.

Enter Danielle Jane Masters. She’s an archaeology major, and is currently looking for a place to live that’s not a dorm. Quiet enough to to slip by, but is also a presence that’s impossible to fully ignore. She’s also pretty and smart enough for their ‘relationship’ to not be a total shock

Damian offers his apartment in exchange for her to be his fake girlfriend.

~

Dani’s attending GU, and after her roommate infested her dorm with mutated cockroaches, she decides that she’s done with the dorm hall.

She can’t exactly find a place to stay with roommates willing to overlook her halfa oddities (doesn’t eat much/at all, eyes glow, etc) and she can’t afford rent on her own (and she would not be asking Vlad for money). Jazz and Danny have enough on their plate, with Danny taking his rightful throne and Jazz getting a PhD in Star City.

Dani also is keeping a low profile, partly due to the GIW and partly due to the bats, who might run her out of town before she finishes her degree.

So having a fake boyfriend to keep her cover as a normal college student is perfect. All she has to do is be a good fake girlfriend until she graduates and she can leave town.

Why Damian needs a fake girlfriend is none of her business, but she suspects hes involved in crime.

They mostly ignore each other, but over time they develop a small friendship and a ‘friends with benefits’ type of thing even though they’re already ‘dating’.

Shenanigans in no particular order:

- Damian notices Dani doesn’t eat much, and gets pretty concerned, especially after he realizes she also doesn’t sleep (halfa stuff)

- Dani gets the flu, and Damian goes full doctor mode. Turns out Dani not only hates being cared for, she’s also clingy when she’s sick

- Dani doesn’t come back one night, so Damian goes out to look for her and finds her as a sacrifice for a cult meant to bring ‘peace and harmony’ to the world. They take her blood and before they add it to the circle, all the power cuts out. Damian heads back to the apartment to find Dani waiting for him, saying she was ‘so worried’ (She was. She sensed he was near during the ritual and caused a city-wide blackout and slipped out invisibly and intangibly)

-the Waynes are entirely convinced that Dani and Damian are actually dating, and Damian goes: ‘these fucking idiots. I wonder how long we can fool them.’ Surprisingly, Danis up for the challenge, and Damian invites her to a gala, where they pretend to be the most in love couple then can be without making it obvious they’re faking. Has Dani always stared at him like this?

-Jon visits, and even he’s convinced. That’s when Damian realizes that he actually wants to date Dani

-Something happens to Dani’s room/bed (maybe it’s flooded, the frame snaps, etc) and suddenly it’s just one bed

-that same night, one of Damian’s sibling slip through Damian’s window bc they’re injured and just see Damian and Dani and it’s just really awkward, especially if one of them wakes up.

-if it’s Dani that wakes up, she just sees a shadow at the foot of the bed, realizes Damian’s sleeping right next to her, and she grabs the nearest lamp and throws it. The person crumples to the ground and Dani finally turns on the light to see a vigilante on the ground unconscious.

- if it’s Damian, he’s just really embarrassed while the vigilante thinks it’s cute. Damian ends up trying to get his sibling to leave while also trying to not wake up Dani, who eventually smothers him with a pillow trying to get him to shut up.

-it turns out they sleep way better when the others there, so they make excuses to stay

-Danny stops by for an hour and is promptly not fooled by their charade and accuses Damian of holding her hostage. Barbara or Tim decide to hack into his apartment’s security camera and catches the part of the conversation where Danny threatens Damian

-one of them gets partnered with a member of the opposite gender, and the other is wildly jealous about it

-one of them gets a stalker and they spot the stalker in public, and in order to ward them off, they start making out with the other. The stalker posts the photos on the internet

-a talk show wants to have an interview with them, and they play a game (“what’s their favorite color? “What’s their biggest pet peeve” etc). They answer every question correctly.

-they have a public pretend fight that gets a little too real

-Jason or Steph finds out and they help Damian plan an apology date

-someone insults Damian too Dani’s face and Dani snaps. There’s yelling, video recordings, and a whole bunch of shit and Dani doesn’t even realize Damian’s standing right behind her, approaching her to ask her out on that apology date.

-Dani gets invited out by some of her friends and they ditch her and Dani’s drunk, has no ride, and is feeling extremely uncomfortable, so she calls Damian, who drops whatever he’s doing to come get her

-Damian gets home late after a rough patrol and Dani fell asleep at the counter waiting for him because she was worried

-fake proposal. Even better if it’s not planned at all, and they’re just like “do you to marry me?” “Ok sure.” “👍”

Any more ideas? Not sure how it’ll end, so i want to see your suggestions

That’s your dad?!?

First up, this is set centuries into the future. Danny is the ghost king and ancient of space and has taken Ellie (I like that name for her better) in as his daughter.

As is normal for all families, Danny and Ellie don’t always agree on everything. One particular point of contention between the two is Danny being overprotective. She understands that it’s in his nature as a protector spirt but that doesn’t make it any less annoying to have him hovering over her all the time. Just because she’s eternally 12 doesn’t mean she’s defenceless.

After one particularly bad fight between the two she flies off into a random dimension to get some space. The dimension she ends up in being the dc one. After awhile a just exploring and following the heroes of this world she has an idea. What better way to show to her dad that she can handle herself than by becoming a hero?

She introduces herself to the heroes of this world and (after confirming with JLD that she is in fact a ghost and she does in fact have good interiors) ends up joining one of the younger teams (I’m parcel to YJ but teen titans works to)

Now here’s the thing about Ellie. Just like her dad she sucks at explaining things. It just isn’t her strong suit. So when one of them asks about her death, she (after explaining they shouldn’t ask that) explains that she’s a neverborn. She never died, she’s just always been a ghost. Later on when someone asks her how neverborns come to exist she gives the ‘ectoplasm forming about an idea or concept’ explaining and completely forget to mention that’s not the only way.

Needless to say, the team think she doesn’t have parents. Especially adding on the fact she’s still a little pissed at Danny so doesn’t talk about him.

This lead to them being very confused when, in the middle of a huge alien invasion that they were very much about to lose, Ellie yells out “DAD!!!”

That confusion turns into terror when the night sky itself opens its eyes.

Danny was asked where his in memorium is, after saving another civilian on a JL mision.

Danny in all his glory just "hu?"

"You know, so i can put a thank you for saving me ofrend"

"Oh.. i i dont have one- not even in my secret identidy i had a grave... but thank you so much for thinking of that" the sinsere and melancholical smile that the ghost hero give to the civilian was so full of emotion that even the people acros the screen could feel it.

Not knowing that he was recorded, Phantom guve a false saluted and continued with his work.

The video soon become viral, and with that, little by little a lot of in memoriums and shirenes started poping up all around the globe.

Danny: Ugh, they're back again

Jazz: Don't make that face at paying customers. Do you want to make a portal back home?

Danny rolling his eyes: Yes

Jazz: Then we need to get enough money to buy the parts. If that means waiting tables at a barely legal dinner, where idiots hit on us, then we wait those stupid tables. Now go over there and get the Waynes to leave us a 200 tip.

Danny: Fine, but only if you do too!

Jazz: *Tighten her apron straps into an hourglass figure* Way ahead of you.

Danny: *Rolling eyes but does the same*

Meanwhile with the Waynes

Bruce: It's so nice to go out to eat with you all

Alfred: Indeed. It's a nice change, don't you agree, children?

Wayne kids: *hyperventilating*

Bruce Not looking up from his phone: The Fenton siblings?

Alfred: Indeed, sir. It seems like Master Dick, Master Jason, and Miss Cass are going to attempt to speak to Ms. Fenton today. Master Tim, Master Damian, Master Duke, and Miss Steph don't seem mentally ready to look Mister Fenton in the eye. Bets?

Bruce: Dick chokes on his fork again. Tim face plants on the table, and Steph once again speaks in gibberish after forgetting the entire English language.

Alfred: Very good, sir.

De-aged Danny shenanigans with an adult Damian taking after his father.

Danny, about 6: *drigging through the trash*

Damian, 26: Hello? Are you alright?

Danny, whips around to look at him with glowing green eyes: hissssss

Damian, blinks: Oh, dear....Are you hungry?

Danny, suspicious:... yeth

Damian, nods: If you come with me, we can either go to a batburger down the street or my apartment a block over. I have a washer and dryer I can run your clothes through while you bathe.

Danny: Are you trying to kidnap me?

Damian: If I was, I'd be a fool to say so

Danny: mm twue...why else would you want to help me though?

Damian: one. It would be irresponsible of me to level a toddler alone, in an alley, in Gotham.

Danny, pouting: I'm not a toddler

Damian: Two. I will never hear the end of it from my siblings whether or not I help you, but it'd be more teasing than lecturing if I do help you.

Danny: Why would they do dat?

Damian: If you don't have any place to go, I might just tell you. But only if I can make sure you don't tell the wrong person.

Danny: I'm good wif secrets!

Damian, amused: We shall see. And now third and final reason. Are you aware your eyes are glowing green?

Danny, gasps and slams his eyes shut: You're not supposed to see!

Damian, softly: It's okay. I understand what that means. One of my elder brothers' eyes glow the same way. It must have been very scary for you to die

Danny, sniffling: It was... does his eyes weally glow green?

Damian: They do. His usually glow when he gets angry, is it the same with you?

Danny, now blinking blue glowing eyes at Damian: mmm? No? Green is too much bad emotion

Damian: Bad emotion?

Danny: Mad, um, strezz? No, the bigger one!

Damian: Panic or anxiety?

Danny, points at him with a bounce: Yeah!!

Damian, amused and concerned: I see

Danny: mmm let's see, um, and scared?

Damian: Interesting. Jason's eyes are usually an indicator of angry, but I know he likes to cover his fear and concern with that same anger. I shall look into it. On that note. And what does glowing blue mean?

Danny, blinks: Blue?

Damian: Yes. Did you know your eyes are glowing blue now?

Danny, shocked: No! They didn't do that before!... At least I don't think they did?

Damian: Well, they're a very pretty shade of blue.

Danny: Maybe... Maybe that's how my parents noticed...

Damian, trying not to frown: What did your parents notice?

Danny, turning his big teary eyes on Damian: That I'm not fully human anymore. They didn't notice. They never noticed!

Damian, slowly reaching out to the kid to see if he'd accept a hug: Sounds like your parents didn't deserve you.

Danny, giving into his childish instincts and flinging himself into Damian's arms to sob his little heart out: They didn't even know I died! It's not fair! I'm not weally human and it's their fault! I hate their stupid po-po- THING! It shocked me and it hurt and now I'm dead and it's their fault!

Damian: *gently rocking Danny til he tires himself out*

Danny, sniffling: It's not fair...

Damian: Something I've found is, it never is. Every stray my father has housed has had an unbearably harsh life, and I, being his blood son, was no different. My mother and her father raised me for the first ten years of my life, and I've come to understand that my childhood was not a good one. It took me a long time and a lot of patience from my eldest brother to come to realize what I was missing.

Danny: Like, Jazzy?

Damian: mm? Who's Jazzy?

Danny: My big sister. She's a big know it all, but she tries...

Damian: Well, that's-

Danny, jolts in Damian's hold: Tried! *GASP* Jazzy doesn't know mom and dad didn't kill me!! *pause* um, kill me again?

Damian: Well, we'll have to tell her, won't we? You wouldn't happen to know her full name? I can ask my family to contact her while we get you cleaned up

Danny: Yeah! Her name is Jasmine Fenton! She goes to a big big school here! That's why I came here! I just... I got lost..

Damian: That won't do

Damian, pulls out his phone and calls Barbara while starting to walk to his apartment: Gordon. I have a request.

Barbara: Yeah? Whatcha got, baby bat?

Damian: Can you look up a Jasmine Fenton? I have something she will probably want back.

Barbara: Holy shit! Is that a child??

Damian, sighs: Yes, it's her little brother. He ran away from a bad situation with his parents and got lost trying to find his elder sister.

Barbara: Alright. I'll check out her entire life to make sure she's safe to- wait. Damian, is that kid's name Danny?

Damian, realizing he never asked: One moment.

Damian, looks down at a sleepy, but curious Danny: Is your name Danny?

Danny, beams: Yeah!!

Barbara: Caught that, but, uh, Damian, Danny is supposed to be 20, not...4? 5? Not a tiny child

Damian: umm... Danny did you used to be older?

Danny, shrinks into himself and his eyes turn green: Ye-yeah... I don't know why I'm little... mommy did something and it Huuurt and hurt til suddenly I was free and I ran and hid in a bus

Damian, soothingly petting his back: Okay, it's okay, we'll figure it out.

Barbara: Take care of him for the night, we'll contact his sister tomorrow at a reasonable time. I'm not finding anything too concerning on her yet so she's probably safe

Damian: Copy that. Goodnight, Gordon.

Barbara, teasing: Goodnight, mini-Bruce!

Damian, flushes, but doesn't deny it before hanging up and glancing towards Danny: That was Barbara Gordon. A family friend. She'll help us find your sister, but you'll be staying with me for tonight.

Danny, sleepy: Okay..

Damian, slipping into his apartment lobby and going straight up the stairs, ignoring the gaping attendants: Don't fall asleep just yet. You will be fed and bathed first

Danny, huffs, but straightens up: What food?

Damian: That depends, I only really have vegetarian food so I suppose we'll have to find something you'll eat

Danny: Sam is vegetarian! I eat vegetarian sometimes with her!

Damian: hm? Very good, then it should be easier for me to feed you

Damian and Danny have a wonderful time. Danny is fed, watered, and cleaned up before being set up with a quiet sound machine to sleep. Damian has a crisis over wanting to keep Danny and suddenly understands his father's adoption habit. He sets alarms to check on Danny throughout the night, but it's otherwise uneventful.

Fem!Damian (Talia) x Danny, PART 5.

Author's notes: Hi guys, I'm sorry it took so long to update a new part but now work has definetely descended into a new level of difficulty. It will take longer to update my own stories, so thank you for your patience.

PREV/NEXT MASTERPOST

It’s around two a.m., Sunday morning in Gotham, and Robin successfully convinced Oracle to help her hide the fact that she changed her patrol route for a little bit.

“Thirty minutes top, Rob. We don’t want the big, old bat to notice something amiss.” Barbara instructs the younger girl through the comms.

“Understood Oracle… and, thank you.” Talia answers as she jumps from roof to roof towards Old Gotham. “I really appreciate it.”

“It’s the least I can do after the jerk move Nightwing and Red Hood pulled on you and… what’s the code we have for him again?”

Talia rolls her eyes behind her mask and holds an exasperated huff; she knows Barbara just wants to tease her because of the codename she came up with for Daniel. “Sirius, Oracle. His codename is: Sirius.”

“The brightest star in our solar system… you definitely are your father’s daughter.”

“I’m muting the comms.” Talia announces with deadpan voice.

Which only gets her an amused chuckle from Barbara. “Sure thing, *chuckle*. Just remember, thirty minutes. I’ll send you an alarm when the time’s up.”

“Understood. Robin out.” After that, only comfortable silence and protective shadows are what accompanies Talia.

Talia’s Robin uniform has duller colors that the ones her older sibling used to done, all dark grays, blacks and dark red lines, only the inner side of her cape – more like a cloak actually since it also has a hood – is the only part with yellow in it. Her hair is up in a ‘man-bun’, leaving her hidden undercut open to the eye, and her chest plates camouflage her breasts perfectly, giving her Robin a genderless appearance – there are forums in the internet dedicated only to talk about her Robin’s gender, which is equal parts disgusting as it is entertaining –. One of her first conversations with Daniel had been precisely about these forums:

FLASHBACK

“Like, who cares? Robin can and will kick your ass. I mean, I have no proofs but I also have no doubts that Robin can also beat both Red Hood and Red Robin asses in a fight.”

Talia lifts one elegant eyebrow in slight surprise. Not many male teens would make such statement aloud about her alter-ego. “And what makes you think that?” She asks with well-hidden smugness.

“My mom’s younger siblings.” That’s the first time Daniel mentions his uncle and aunt. “My uncle Dan is as big as a brick house, all wide shoulders, thick legs and arms, I bet he can give Batman and Red Hood a run for their money…

“Doubt it but continue.” Talia comments.

“And then there is my aunt Ellie, who barely reaches my mom’s shoulders… anyways, I’ve seen Ellie take down Dan like a wrecking ball to a building, it’s all about technique and swiftness really.”

“So, you’re saying that Robin is faster and has better technique than both Red Hood and Red Robin?” Talia manages to ask as a warmth feeling spreads in her chest.

“Exactly! I mean, The Big Bat and Black Bat are still the top dogs but come on! Robin is easily the third place in hand to hand.”

“What about Nightwing?” Talia finds herself asking, both amusement and curiosity taking the best of her.

“That two-timer? He doesn’t deserve to be part of this list, we talking about Gotham heroes, not Blüdhaven ones.”

And against all odds, Talia laughs.

END FLASHBACK

When Talia comes back from memory lane, she is already on the roof of the building in front of her brand-new boyfriend room’s window. She was expecting to find closed curtains, turn-off lights and a sleeping Daniel, what she finds is still drawn open curtains, turn on black lights and her boyfriend still awake with his laptop on his desk as he seems to be working on something, a weird thing she notices is that the black light makes Daniel’s hair shine white and the blue of his beautiful eyes glow in an eerie ice-blue… then again, her azizi sometimes buys the cheapest products he can find in the internet, so maybe is a secondary effect of this specific black lights.

Note to self: Get Daniel better nightlights. “Why are you still awake, Daniel?” Talia mumbles to herself as she watches the printer next to Daniel’s laptop start spewing a sheet of paper.

When the print is completely out Danny takes it and tenderly smiles at it, he spins a couple of times on the wheels of his desk chair and when he stops Talia gets a full face of her own face softly smiling at the camera. It’s a picture of their earlier walk through the gardens, one of the very few pictures that Daniel managed to take of her while Jason was distracted buying food. Talia watches with burning cheeks as her boyfriend carefully cuts the image with a pair of scissors and finally sticks it on a corkboard. The corkboard has more pictures with her in them; there’s a picture of the first time she and Daniel volunteered in a shelter; the massive Pitbull Daniel had befriended licking him all over while Talia politely covers her treacherous smiling lips. There’s another one from the science fair earlier that year, Talia had offered to take a picture with him because his family couldn’t make it to the event – streets were closed due to an attack from the Riddler –, and of course, the very first picture they took together, the one of that day they had met, Daniel is carrying the back then kittens while Talia only looks at the camera – Daniel’s cellphone – without smiling. From the very first picture back when started their friendship to the very first picture of them dating as romantic partners. Talia feels like soaring right now.

“Thirty minutes up, Robin.” Oracle announces, unmuting the comms.

Talia flinches on her spot at the sudden voice of who she recognizes as her oldest sister. “Yes, Oracle. Thank you.”

“All good?”

“Yes, the zone is safe and calm. I’m going back now.”

“Alright, baby bat. Just remember, one thing is to make sure he is alright and another is pulling a Red Robin.”

“Tt, not funny.” Talia seethes as she shoots her grappling gun and starts to swing back to her usual patrolling area.

“Just a gentle reminder.”

“Unnecessary.” Talia says as she loses herself in the shadows of the city.

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Sunday morning, around nine in the morning, some minutes before breakfast.

“Pennyworth.” Talia calls to her gentle grandfather figure with careful voice. “At what time will you be going to do the grocery shopping?”

“I go do the grocery shopping around mid-day, miss Talia.” The elder gentleman answers. “Why do you ask?”

“Since my date yesterday with Daniel was interrupted, I was thinking on inviting him to the skate park and later maybe have a small picnic.” Talia explains her plans for the day. “I wanted to ask if it was alright with you to give me a ride?”

“Why, but of course, darling. Would you like me to prepare something for the picnic?”

“Actually, I wanted to make the snacks myself. Some simple, like sandwiches and fruit slices.”

“Very well, then. You can use the kitchen after breakfast.”

“Thank you, Pennyworth.”

After that, Talia called Daniel and told him to meet up at the entrance of the skate park around mid-day. Their second date was a lovely thing where Danny taught Talia how to roll-skate since she only knew of the skateboard – she learnt while watching Tim –. Alfred picked them both up from the skate park around three in the afternoon, successfully convincing Danny to allow him take him back to his home.

Dp x dc: batshit crazy driver au.

Bruce hired a new personal driver for the Wayne's. He was a nice enough guy. His grades weren't great, but he was a great driver and very patient. Like, really patient. Like, he is so unbothered by traffic, stupid drivers, and villain attacks, its kinda scary. But all the background checks came back clean. Minus his mad scientists parents, of course.

Daniel (Danny) Fenton. He could relate to any of the Wayne kids and hold an intelligent conversation with Bruce. Bruce feels that he doesn't need to be all Brucie Wayne around the young man. He doesn't know about their nightly activities yet, though. They're not quite sure if he even needs to know.

The first sign there was something more to Danny happened when Tim was sitting in the passenger seat. Tim was struggling with a math problem. It was driving him nuts. It only took a quick glance for Daniel to solve it, though, "it's thirty-six"

"What?"

"The answer is Thirty-six. You forgot to carry the three."

"Huh..."

He was right, Tim made a simple mistake, sure. But that was advanced college level math. Danny was a straight c student and never went to college. It only took him a momentary glance to solve it. Tim, though suspicious, chalked it up to a simple case of gifted kid syndrome. He related to it and began to consult with Danny on some of his math problems. Danny was more than happy to help, for a price, of course.

Then, there was a villain attack. The villain's goons ran rampant through the city, terrorizing anyone unfortunate enough to be outside at the time. But not Danny, they'll tried, oooh they tried. But those goons swiftly found themselves zip tied, in the trunk of a car, and on their way to jail. All while Danny blasted some music by a small artist named 'Ember'.

Alright. He is in Gotham, and his mother was a black belt, so maybe he was just well trained. Its good to know how to deffend yourself.

Then, Damien was kidnapped. It was so fast they barely saw, but a white van sped by and grabbed Damien as he made his way tawords the car. Initially, Damien expected the chauffeur to panic and call the police. But when shouting and cursing were heard from the front seat, and the men in the back slipped the van door open to check behind them, it was revealed Danny had followed them and he had a gun.

What could only be described as an action movie chase scene ensued. Every corner they swerved, every shortcut they took, Danny was right behind them. Driving like a bat out of hell, he shouted and fired at the wheels of the van. Knocking one out, the van swerved and was forced to come to a stop.

A kidnapper grabbed Damien by the hair and held a gun to his head, but before the threat could even leave his mouth a bullet flew through his hand. He dropped Damien and fell to the ground screaming, clutching his hand.

The kidnapper in the van already took off running but was swiftly stopped by Redhood arriving just in time to see Danny helping Damien up and checking him over, profusely apologizing for "letting this happen."

When asked why he did all of it, his simply answered, "I don't think I would get paid if I let Mr. Wayne's kid die! I can't let a kid die in general!"

Bruce, of course, gave the young man a bonus and a few days off for the stunt. Accompanied wlth a few stern words about safety. What was truly remarkable was that there was not a single scratch on the car. Untouched, meaning he never hit anything during the whole ordeal. "I just learned what not to do from my dad!" He joked, but Bruce felt that, despite the clear joking tone, there was some truth to the statement.

The family is suspicious, very suspicious. The man they previously viewed as their simple and humble driver turned out to be a monster of a fighter, and they have no idea how or why.

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A/N: Feel free to add onto this in any way you would like :3

Happy WIP Wednesday ! Here is a first draft/snippet of a random chapter in my long fic I'm working on (don't go looking for it, still unsure if I'm going to post it), bc I think I'm gonna take this part out even if I really like the concept.

Danny is like 6-7yrs old in this

Danny is a weird kid.

That's not to say Dick expected him to be normal when his family took him in. No, even if Danny wasn't still half dead, no one in this family is normal. Not even Duke and Barbara, the self proclaimed normies of the family.

Danny has brought a certain life to the manor, even in death, that has Dick contemplating moving back. Somehow, even Jason has been spending more time than usual there. Arguments have been lessened, the manor has been less creaky and more settled, Alfred even looks a little younger these days.

It's both the fault of Danny's sweet exterior, and the odd green that swirls in the blue of his eyes. Not the same hue as Jason's, but something near to it.

He's a lot like Jason, actually. Dick is sure if Jason had come to them just a little bit younger he'd be the spitting image of Danny.

It's the little things that make them look so similar. Almost everyone in the manor has the blue-green eye, black hair combo. It's everything else in Danny that makes him look exactly like Jason.

Danny likes to wish the moon good morning when he sees it during the day, and insists on opening his curtains when he goes to sleep so the moon can listen to his bedtime story too. He likes to check his stuffed animals for injuries when they fall off furniture. He thanks Alfred for his food, and thanks his food for being yummy. When he leaves the manor, he blows the building a kiss goodbye.

Dick does not tell Bruce that the house pulls itself from the ground, and creaks back.

Sure, Jason wasn't dead (not yet, anyway), but he was so excited to be alive. He had that same disposition to do good to everyone and everything that Danny does. Jason may not be some sort of partial human like Danny, but Jason was Robin, and Robin? Robin is magic.

You don't have to believe in ghosts for them to be real, and you don't have to see Danny for him to exist. On the same wavelength, you don't have to see Robin to know Jason made him magic. It was just the truth. Like how the sky is blue and Bruce is Batman.

Dick is watching his life be changed one step at a time, just like it was with Jason–like how it was supposed to be with Jason–and like it was with his siblings.

He keeps flowers in his car now. He didn't before, he never had a reason for it.

But one time, Danny cried as they passed a graveyard. He was sitting curled up against the window in the back while Dick hummed along to some ballad on the radio. It was peaceful, as things tend to be when Danny's around, and even as the kid cried Dick never stopped feeling tranquil. He knew everything would be okay, Dick would stop at nothing to make his new brother happy again.

“I have no flowers.” He’d said. Dick hadn't even gotten the chance to ask what was wrong. “They'll all be so sad I came by, and I had no flowers.”

Danny's eyes were green when he'd spoken. Green, teary, and filled with more mourning a child should ever understand. Dick's heart broke about a thousand times over.

So now Dick keeps flowers in his car. Whenever he drives past a graveyard he throws a flower out the window, just like Danny does. And if the bouquet dies before he gets to give them away, he gives them to Danny, and he buries them in the backyard.

Green eyed and sad. Sometimes Jason joins him, sometimes Damian does. Dick never feels like it's his place.

This fic also has to do with the cult thing I was talking about sometime ago, and the post about big cities. I kinda regret having this take place in Gotham instead of Amity, but it's too late now (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

Asks and interactions are always welcome !

Phantom Fashion

It all started with a stupid bet. Tucker had dared Danny to do the “Ultimate Strut Challenge” for his livestream—walking down the halls of Casper High like he was on a Parisian runway. Danny, never one to back down from a challenge (and honestly a little bored), played along. He channeled his inner supermodel, flipping his imaginary hair and sauntering down the hall like he owned it. Tucker, feeling competitive, did his own exaggerated version, adjusting his glasses with a smolder and flashing a dazzling smile at the camera.

The video was supposed to be a joke. A quick laugh for Tucker’s followers. But within hours, it exploded online.

By the next morning, “#FentonFoleyFierce” was trending on every social media platform. People weren’t laughing at them—they were thirsting over them. The internet was losing its mind over how unexpectedly hot Danny and Tucker looked when they actually tried. Fan edits, slow-motion compilations, even dramatic art pieces started flooding the web. One particularly detailed oil painting of Tucker was titled “The Seduction of Glasses.”

And then, the email came.

Subject: Modeling Opportunity – S.T.Y.L.E. Agency

Danny read the message about five times before he turned to Tucker. “Dude. This is a joke, right?”

Tucker snatched Danny’s phone and skimmed through the email. “Nah, man. This is legit! S.T.Y.L.E. is huge. They rep actual models. Like, real models. Not just two dudes who were goofing off in the hallway.”

Danny groaned, flopping onto his bed. “I’m not a model! I fight ghosts! I do homework—badly! I don’t walk down runways!”

“Correction: You do walk down runways. And apparently, you do it well enough for a major agency to want you.” Tucker grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. “Dude, this is fate. We’re gonna be famous! Plus, imagine the free snacks at photoshoots.”

And somehow, against all logic, they were.

A week later, they found themselves in a sleek, modern studio in downtown Amity Park, being prepped for a test photoshoot. Danny, in a fitted black suit with his messy hair styled just right, was told to give a “mysterious bad boy” look. He tried but mostly ended up looking constipated. Tucker, rocking a high-fashion streetwear ensemble with his signature hat slightly tilted, was encouraged to play up his confident charm—which he interpreted as “finger guns at the camera.”

The camera flashed. They posed. Danny tripped over a light stand. And the moment their pictures hit the agency’s social media, the world really lost it.

Fashion brands wanted them. Magazines asked for interviews. Someone even made a fan calendar. The modeling world had spoken: Tucker Foley and Danny Fenton were the next big thing.

The only problem? Danny’s ghost-hunting schedule didn’t exactly mesh with high-end fashion shoots.

Cue the chaos. And an accidental ghost fight in the middle of a fashion gala.

Then came the second email.

Subject: Exclusive Inquiry – Phantom Partnership

Danny’s stomach dropped as he read the email. S.T.Y.L.E. wasn’t just interested in Danny Fenton. They wanted Danny Phantom too. The ghostly glow, the white hair, the piercing green eyes—apparently, his spectral form had an untapped aesthetic that designers were desperate to capitalize on.

Tucker nearly choked on his soda. “Dude. They want you to model as a ghost. This is next-level ridiculous.”

Danny buried his face in his hands. “I can’t just go ghost in front of cameras! What if someone figures it out?”

“They’re offering bank, bro. Like, stupid money. Enough that you could buy actual good snacks for once.”

Before Danny could protest further, another email pinged. This time from a luxury cologne brand. They wanted to market a new fragrance—Phantom Essence—with Danny Phantom as the face of the campaign. The tagline? Mystery. Power. Otherworldly Allure.

Tucker was in hysterics. “You’re literally becoming the undead equivalent of a fashion icon. What’s next, a ghost-themed runway show?”

Danny groaned. “At this rate? Probably.”

And sure enough, two days later, an invitation arrived for a high-end haunted fashion event—where Danny Phantom was expected to make a dramatic entrance. What could possibly go wrong?

Danny refused to be the only ghost haunting the runway, so he convinced Ember McLain to join him. It took some negotiating—mostly promising she could debut her newest song at the afterparty—but Ember, ever the dramatic performer, finally agreed.

“This better be worth my time, dipstick,” she said, adjusting her flaming blue hair as she examined the wardrobe options. “I don’t do low budget.”

Tucker’s eyes sparkled. “Oh, trust me. This is gonna be legendary.”

And just like that, the fashion world wasn’t ready for the supernatural duo of Phantom and Ember.

The moment their first joint photoshoot dropped, fans went wild. Phantom and Ember weren’t just modeling—they were smoldering. The chemistry between them was undeniable, even to those who had no idea about their history. Hashtags like #GhostlyGlamour, #PhantomAndEmber, and #HauntinglyHot dominated social media.

Tucker, scrolling through the comments, cackled. “Dude, people are shipping you two so hard right now.”

Danny, face burning red, tried to act nonchalant. “It’s just… photos. We were posing.”

Ember, leaning against him in a striking black and blue ensemble, smirked. “Oh please, Phantom. You were totally into it.”

Danny opened his mouth to argue but promptly shut it when she flicked a ghostly spark at his nose. He was not going to give Tucker more material for his teasing.

Meanwhile, Ember was enjoying the attention. “I gotta admit, this is kinda fun. The cameras love me, the fans love me… and you, Phantom? You’re adorable when you’re flustered.”

Danny groaned, hiding his face in his hands. This whole modeling thing was getting out of control. But if the growing feelings he was desperately trying to ignore were any indication… maybe it wasn’t all bad.

There's something falling from the sky, and Clark, Kon, and Kara are all off planet. Martha prepares as best as she can.

Because it looks like it's making a beeline for her fields.

She has no idea what makes her fields such a magnet for this, but she's certain it's not an asteroid. She couldn't say how she knows, just that she does.

It looks like a ship of some sort, with blinking lights and reflective surfaces.

She's debating on whether or not to sound the alarm and call one of Clark's friends, since she doesn't know if this alien will be friendly or not, when she notices something.

That ship isn't coming in smooth.

It is, in fact, tearing itself apart the lower it gets.

Then, with a final, ear piercing boom, it completely shatters.

Martha's eye is drawn to a rather round piece that broke off and shot towards the very edge of her property.

She doesn't call one of Clark's friends.

She gets the first aid kit and gets in the truck.

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Dan is flying the Specter Speeder through the Infinite Realms, an unconscious Danny on the floor of it behind him.

The twerp's injured.

He can't treat him.

He has to outrun the GIW and their own Speeders.

In desperation, he does a hard turn right into a temporary portal. The kind that blinks out of existence almost as soon as they get made.

He appears in the exosphere of another Earth.

No GIW Speeder follows him, but he's got a new problem; this thing isn't meant for the force re-entering Earth's atmosphere will put on it.

He puts it on autopilot, ordering it to find an empty area with good Ley Lines, and turns to start arranging both himself and Danny into the escape pod.

He can't activate it, or it'll also be subjected to the forces currently tearing the Speeder apart.

He'll have to stay in the pod, shielding his clone/twin as best as he can, while they hurtle towards Earth.

The last thing he remembers is the pod breaking away from the Speeder and hitting the ground.

The next thing he knows, he's waking up on the floor of a farmhouse, covered in bandages.

Royal Bats

DP x DC Prompt

Danny and Jazz always were together in life, and they would remain together as siblings whenever Jazz would reincarnate as a mortal again.

Jazz reincarnated a lot, wanting to experience the different things in those dimensions she chose with a fresh start and no memories. She had many adventures in her new lives, with Danny beside her as her 'Imaginary Friend' whenever she was a kid and her 'Guardian Angel' during the rest of her lives.

This new life she has reincarnated in has her living as a rich woman with a loving husband and a kid. The first time he's seen her have one in her many lives. He couldn't save Jazz or her husband's lives because of Clockwork, who had sent him on a small mission related to time.

When he returned to the dimension with Jazz's new life, he arrived at the funeral for Thomas and Martha Wayne, with their Ghosts behind Bruce. Martha, or Jazz again, had embraced Danny in a hug and told Thomas the basics of who Danny was to her, but before they left, Jazz left some parting words to Danny.

"Look after my son, little brother. Protect him like you how you protect me."

So Danny does. He follows Bruce around while he's training to become Batman. And when Bruce returns to Gotham to be Batman, he helps him with Lady Gotham. With each kid Bruce brings into his family, Danny duplicates himself to help each of them.

Danny had killed the Joker after his resurrection by Bruce when the Clown was alone. He couldn't do it while the Joker was living, as he needed to follow the rules, or else he would have had more paperwork to sort through.

Danny had been telling Jazz and Thomas about their son and what he's been doing about his feats, his children, and his friends. They did support Danny's decisions on killing the Joker. He felt a tug on his core, the tug that happens when he is being summoned, so he quickly said his goodbyes to Jazz and Thomas and accepts the summoning.

What shocks him is seeing that he's in the Watchtower, with the Justice League there, including Bruce and his children. All of his seriousness is drained out of him, and he smiles at Bruce and his family.

"My nephew, it is good to finally speak to you"

Cass doing nice stuff for Danny like holding open doors and punching mean people. Like, Danny could do all that himself, but it makes him feel nice when someone does it for him. Cass just likes making Danny feel safe and loved.

Cass jogged ahead of Danny, neatly stepping to the side to hold open the door for him.

Danny blinked, but smiled and then stepped through with an exaggerated bow. “You have my thanks, my gentlelady.”

“Of course, sir,” Cass said with a smile and a wink. They then both stepped into the restaurant, where Cass pulled back the chair for him too. She ordered the food for both of them and Danny watched her with his chin in his hands.

She finished ordering a comically large amount of food, much to the waiter’s despair, before finally turning to Danny with a smile.

“Y’know, you’ve been…” he struggled to find words. “… really protective of me lately. Is something up?”

Cass blinked and then said, “Nothing. I just wanted to.”

Danny raised an eyebrow. “You punched a guy in the face yesterday because he was rude to me for wearing a crop top.”

Cass frowned at the memory of yesterday. She wasn’t particularly bothered by breaking the nose of the asshole yesterday, but if Danny was bothered, then she could probably spare some effort to explain every reason why that guy deserved to be beat up.

Danny continued, “And the other day, you yelled at some girls because they were laughing at my eyeliner and boots. I don’t mind—” Cass relaxed, “— but it’s still a little strange. Is there something wrong?”

Cass stared at him before she then shook her head. “I just wanted to.”

She looked at him with adoring eyes before Danny couldn’t handle it anymore and looked away with a flush. Thankfully, the food came out at that moment, several servers coming out at once to bring out their food.

Both were immediately distracted and as they dug in, Danny said, “I’m paying for the meal.”

Cass opened her mouth, ready to pull out Bruce’s credit card but Danny gave her a stern look and she wilted.

“Fine,” she said with a sigh.

Danny beamed. He wiped her mouth with a napkin and then said, “I can do things for you too, y’know.”

She looked at him and smiled. “I know.”

Dcxdp prompt

Ember Mclain when she was alive, was a vigilante in Gotham city working side by side with the dynamic duo. Not that she was particularly well liked by them, or the larger hero community on a whole. Just ask any other hero and they'll say that Prima, Ember's hero name, was too attention seeking, unwilling to seek to anyone else, always trying to be the center of attention, and always ruining missions with her need for attention. Needless to say Ember rubbed a lot of heroes the wrong way, especially seeing as that this was early into Bruce taken on Dick Grayson as a ward so none of the heroes really knew how to deal with a teenage vigilante like Ember.

When she had died on a butched mission in a fire the hero community was shocked but not surprised. They kept telling her if she doesn't stop doing things how she normally does something like this would happen. Soon everyone moved on like if a vigilante known as Prima never existed, only slightly traumatized by the death of a child hero.

Now years later while investigating a heavily guarded lab owned by a shady part of the Government known as The Ghost Investigation Ward / the Guys In White the Justice League come across a teenager who liked exactly like Prima dressed up for a show with flaming blue hair and a pink guitar like the one Prima used to own helping a group of teenagers, two adults wearing hazmat suits, and what liked to be metas older teenagers / young adults on a motorcycle in the middle of breaking out a trio of teens and a group of meta verging in ages. The Prima look a like also seemed to be comforting a child none of them could see expect for her, the teens, and the metas.

DPXDC PROMPT

Danny and Danielle are sitting on opposite ends of a room full of people, with the only exit being the middle of a 10-foot high ceiling.

The Gotham rogue who captured them is getting increasingly irritated that their trap to move the walls closer isn't working while the Bats are getting closer.

I would like to add to this

As time goes on and they settle into this new timeline and time heals around them, they start discovering their new limits and developing new powers. For example, Danny, Ellie, and Dan all lose their ghost half, so half human and Tamaranean to match their parentage in this timeline.(their get their ghost back when their die kinda like they are sealed in the zone) Which would allow Jazz to slowly develop powers and gets talk through a panic attack by Starfire for losing control of her new power. Then we can get into Jazz and Danny explaining the difference between the timelines, and at the end of the explanation, Dick straight up ask them if it ok for him to adopt them cause they are his children and he doesn't want them to feel unwanted by him like he did with Bruce on occasion.

Side note I wanted to add more with Starfire, but the only things I know are from the early 2000 teen titan

Future Son????

It has been a while since I have done an original prompt. So DCxDP prompt #2

Danny gets into a fight with Impulse/Bart about Bart changing the timeline messing things up for Danny and effectively erasing his family, because the change made it so Maddie and Jack never got together. But because of Clockwork sending him on a mission to the past while Bart changed the timeline and the medallion Dan had phased into Danny he remembers the old timeline. Also he has access to his powers but for some reason can’t change into ghost form.

This fight happens in front of the rest of the young justice team. And Nightwing was coming there to teach a training lesson and over hears half of what Danny is shouting.

From Dick’s point of view there is a black haired, blue eyed kid with powers that are suspiciously like a Tamuraneans, yelling at Bart about losing his family because his parents never got together. Also Dick and Kori had recently broken up. (Feel free to make up a reason.)

Due to a misunderstanding Dick is going to help his time displaced “son” adjust to the new reality.

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Dead Sunsets

CW: canon-typical violence/fighting with guns, drugs (the person who’s drugged is fine lmao)

Everyone watched as Red Hood crooned at the woman on his lap, bringing a pair of dice to her lips. “C’mon, Princess, why don’t you give me some good luck, hmm?”

The woman on his lap beamed and gave the dice a gentle kiss. Red Hood laughed and then threw the dice carelessly before wrapping his free hands around the woman’s waist, pulling her close and sliding his palms up her sides. The woman standing behind them, tall and stern, watched them intensely as Red Hood and his eye candy giggled and flirted with each other.

The two of them, along with their bodyguard, attracted quite a crowd as they played within one of the most successful underground casinos in Gotham.

As the two messed around shamelessly, everyone’s eyes stayed on Red Hood’s dice, which landed exactly on the numbers that he needed.

For the fourth time.

When the Red Hood noticed, he gave a loud, obnoxious cheer. “Look, Princess!” He cooed. “Your good luck helped me win again! What reward would you like? You want some new diamonds? You helped me empty these idiots’ pockets, so you can choose something extra.”

His callgirl squealed and batted her eyelashes. “Thank you so much, boss! You’re the best!”

The people around him growled.

Red Hood tilted his head. His guard standing behind him cracked her knuckles, her muscles bulging underneath her suit.

“Sorry, did you guys say something?”

No one said anything, even as the women around Red Hood laughed.

It was even more infuriating when seeing how beautiful they were.

Both women had long, straight red hair in varying shades, and everything else about them was beautiful in different ways. The woman on his lap was equal measures of both grace and sensuality, curvaceous and clad in a scanty dress that didn’t hide her long legs and smooth skin. Her eyes were a glowing turquoise and she lounged on Red Hood like he was her throne.

Those who recognized her knew her as Jazlyn Nightingale, the newest and most successful psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum. There may have been some questions as to why or how she was affiliated with Red Hood, but everyone knew that Arkham was full of crazies.

Meanwhile, the woman behind them stood tall and grand. Her body was like a masterpiece, carefully lined with muscles and curves until nothing but strength and elegance showed. Her expression was stony, like the embodiment of a marble statue as she watched over the two in front of her like a devoted soldier. Clad in a smooth suit, her every being radiated the coldness needed of a bodyguard.

No one knew who she was, but the way she eyed the crowd and people around them with her emerald eyes did not look incompetent, especially with the metal glinting at her hands and sides.

Together with Red Hood, they truly made a uniquely aggravating trio of red heads.

However, everyone knew that the Red Hood wasn’t to be tested. Although he killed hundreds of people before, everyone worth their salt in Gotham knew that Red Hood was affiliated with the Bats. At times, a red bat could be seen plastered over his armor when he wasn’t fighting with them, but no one dared to try him even when the symbol was gone.

No one wanted to test the patience of a man who once delivered eight personally decapitated human heads to the police, and they wanted to test the combined force of the Bats even less.

So they just ground their teeth and bit down on their tongues to keep silent. If they wanted to handle the Red Hood, they had to be careful and they had to be prepared.

Red Hood continued flirting and joking around with his girl, carelessly gambling away his fortunes as he rolled the dice over and over.

And yet, he still hadn’t lost a single penny since he arrived to the casino with two beautiful women in tow and arrogance radiating from every pore.

He tripled his money in one move and finally picked up his woman with one arm, lazily waving a hand.

“Tell whoever’s in charge to bring me my money. And get snappy with it.” He turned to both women and continued, “These beauties need a drink. Don’t you, ladies?”

The one in his arms giggled and leaned on him. The one guarding them both smirked and hummed, “I would like a drink right about now.”

“You heard the gorgeous red head! Drinks! Hurry up!”

He ushered them into a little booth by the wall, wrapping an arm around the woman who crawled back into his lap while the other sat next to him. Their conversation could not be heard, but there was a lot of laughter and carefree words being spoken.

The people around them made eye contact with each other. Some began to signal to the others around them.

A server came by with a tray of sparkly, colorful drinks. Next to the drinks was an enormous stack of money.

Red Hood whistled. “Ooh, is that mine?”

“Yes sir. Would you like a drink, sir? Or only for the ladies?” The server asked, placing the tray on the table near them.

The woman in his lap grabbed a glass and then whined, dropping her head onto Red Hood’s chest to look up at him with big eyes. “C’monnnn! Share a drink with me… Missy is boring, so you have to drink with me or I’ll be boredddd….”

The bodyguard, presumably Missy, clicked her tongue. “The last time we drank together, you kept making a racket.”

The woman pouted. “I won’t, I promise! Pleaseee?”

Red Hood sighed indulgently and stroked down her back. “Alright, Princess, whatever you want.”

“Yay!”

The server gave a small, secretive smile. “We’ll bring you our finest selections, sir.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I thought this place was supposed to be fun. Thank god I’m taking over soon.”

“I’m sure you’ll do a great job renovating this boring place!” The woman tittered.

People pointedly did not look in his direction, pretending to continue gambling as the Red Hood complained loudly. He whined and acted babyish to the woman on his lap and the two began another drama act that had everyone’s eyes twitching. The bodyguard seemed to not be bothered at all by the noise and nonsense.

When Red Hood’s drinks came out, it was quickly served to him. The glass was quickly prepared and placed in front of him, sloshing slightly from the force.

Everyone held their breaths as Red Hood stared at the cup blankly before his callgirl picked up the glass and pressed it to the muzzle covering his mouth. “Here you go, boss! Just a sip!” She encouraged sweetly. Red Hood was silent before he sighed and took off the muzzle, taking gulps of the alcoholic drink as it was fed to him.

The woman cheered and everyone’s gazes grew even more predatory as Red Hood sighed. When the glass was empty, another was made, pushed towards the woman.

She tilted her head but still picked it up and fed it to Red Hood, like the stupid, obedient lamb that she was.

“Damn. What the hell was in that drink—“ Red Hood began, before there was a click of a safety pin going off and all three of them froze.

Everyone in the room took out their own weapons and guns and stood up, prepared to unload the bullets within. The doors shut, locking tightly.

The three did not even move or even flinch, even with the multiple muzzles of guns pointed at them.

Red Hood’s head lolled. “So you drugged me, huh?”

His tone was lazy, clearly being hit hard by 2 doses of the drug.

“It’s Zolpidem,” the woman on his lap said. Her voice was strangely calm and low, different from the high pitched excitement from before. She stroked Red Hood’s black hair soothingly.

The bodyguard also stood up, eying the people around them. “Y’know, I’m not surprised but I’m still a little disappointed. Are all men this stupid?”

She quickly took off her suit jacket and tossed it onto Red Hood’s lap, revealing two silver gauntlets that covered her wrists. They glinted with a harsh, almost mystical light.

Red Hood laughed loudly. “You can count on it!”

“Shut up!” One of the people around them said, pointing his gun at the three. “We’re finally getting rid of you today, Hood! You fell for our trap when we told you to come here to inspect the casino, but we didn’t think you’d be stupid enough to only bring two women.”

“There’s no way in hell we’re letting you take our casino! Fuck the agreement! We’ll kill you and take your territory too!” Another shouted.

“If you care about these two bitches, make them move away. We’ll get rid of you and keep everything for ourselves. As long as you die quietly, we won’t treat them too badly either,” another said.

Red Hood chuckled. He wasn’t even looking at the people threatening him as he turned to the two women. “Could you two handle this? Since Jazz wanted to drug me?” At the last sentence, he had a hint of petulance in his tone.

The woman on his lap, Jazz, then stood up with a sigh. “It had to be convincing, right? You have a high tolerance for drugs and substances. I knew it wouldn’t kill you and I made sure that you didn’t drink enough to be completely out of it.”

As she stood up, she smoothed down her dress and observed the room with a half lidded gaze. Her air headed expression fell away, revealing a bored look.

The men around them paused as they realized just how unnaturally tall she was. Before, she had been bent over, pressed against Red Hood’s chest like a docile lamb, but now that she stood up straight, she loomed over them like a demonic being.

She rolled her neck and then the ground beneath her began to bleed black. She crouched to pull out two guns and an almost comically large axe, which she tossed to the woman beside her.

Both of them shared a look and a smile.

“If I kill more people than you, I want you to myself first, before Hood,” the woman heaving the axe over her shoulder said.

“Excuse me?” Red Hood said, with a slight slur to his voice, but everyone ignored him, mostly staring at the two women who were casually chatting like they weren’t being threatened with guns.

The prostitute-psychiatrist-magical person giggled with a pink blush on her face and said, “You could have me anytime, you know that, right? But sure, let’s do it. If I win, we’ll only go two rounds tonight.”

“Do I get a say in this?!” Red Hood cried.

A gunshot rang through the air, aiming at the woman with the axe.

She blocked it with a tilt of her blade, the bullet pinging off of the metal easily. She raised an eyebrow, as if to say, ‘Is that all you got?’

That was when someone screamed, “Oh god! It’s Wolf! That’s Wolf!”

Wolf, the infamous assistant to the Red Hood, smiled, cocking her head to the side. Everyone stepped back, more confused than ever.

If this was Wolf, the masked woman by the Red Hood's side, then why was her face in the open?

Unless...

She knew that they wouldn't be able to tell?

Before anyone could react fast enough, both women moved first, flying off like arrows as the chaos began.

Blood spilled like flowers blooming across the ground. The sound of frantic gunshots and stomping footsteps filled the air with a cadence of panic and horror.

“Ahhh!! Get ‘em!”

“Quick! Shoot ‘em! Shoot ‘em quick!”

“Someone get Hood! Kill them all!”

“Shadow!” A different, sweet voice called from above the pandemonium. “Protect Jason!”

Screams erupted as people began to drop like flies.

Both women were a well-oiled machine with little to no weaknesses. With the axe-wielding woman stood in front, she blocked every bullet coming their way with her axe or the gauntlets on her wrist. No bullet could land while she was in front and while she defended them both, Wolf sniped enemies behind her with her guns, shooting past her shoulder to accurately blow the brains of people across the surfaces of the casino.

Red Hood, as he manspread on the booth couches and pet the fur of a shadowy dog, laughed as he watched the slaughter.

“Yeah! Get ‘em!”

It was a massacre. Both women were trained fighters, even better than the gang members that worked within and protected the casino. Even in their home territory, they were no match for a Fenton trained woman and an Amazonian warrior.

At some point, the two women switched weapons several times, but the killings still continued. When bullets ran out, they would collect the guns from the fallen men below them.

It was terrifying how efficient they were.

They defended each other’s flanks and completely decimated the opposition. When one of them did a crazy acrobatic maneuver that could’ve rivaled Nightwing, the other was there to catch them and they would fight back to back.

“Wait! Wait, please spare me!” One of the gang members cried as the woman holding the axe lifted it above his head. “Wait! I can give you so much more money than Hood can—“

His voice cut off with the sound of a gunshot as blood spurted from his head before the axe-wielder then swerved and decapitated another enemy.

“That’s 18!” Wolf said cheerfully, flipping her guns from where she shot the man from behind the other woman’s shoulder.

The one with the axe grinned broadly. “23! You’re falling behind, Jazz!”

Wolf whined in complaint, “Artemis!”, but they continued the fight with neither faltering or hesitating at all.

Wolf shot two people in midair while doing a backflip off of a table. The other woman cleaved three people in half with a single swing of her axe, flicking the blood off with a wild smirk. Both worked together to tear apart their enemies, defending one another and protecting each other’s backs.

By the end of it, both women were breathing roughly and completely covered in blood. The room around them was scattered with limbs and twitching bodies. There had been a lot of people that were angry at Red Hood, and this trap had been in the making for a long time, with a lot of people called in to handle him.

Unfortunately for them, it still hadn’t been enough.

Jazz sighed and waved her hand, scattering droplets of red.

“Artemis,” she complained softly, “you got blood all over me.”

“But you look so good in red,” Artemis said with a smirk. She wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand. “It’s a pity that all you wear is blue and black.”

Jazz gave her a squinted look, though she was clearly resisting a smile. “You like me in red only because it’s yours and Jason’s colors.”

Artemis shrugged. She approached Jazz and pulled her in, kissing her bloody lips. “I win. I get to have you first tonight, and more than two rounds, yes?”

Jazz sighed loudly, not even questioning the outcome of the bet as she muttered, “Amazonian stamina is truly the bane of my existence…” Still, she was smiling as she returned the kiss with another peck.

“I’m not complaining!” Jason interjected loudly. He looked smug as he stretched within the booth, clean and safe under Shadow’s protection. When he stood up, he staggered a little as he approached them before he smirked. “Good work, you two. Thank you for protecting me. You were amazing out there!”

His tone was proud, and there was adoration in his eyes. He gave both of them a kiss, uncaring of the blood and wrapping an arm around them both.

“Of course,” Jazz said with a smile.

“Damn right,” Artemis said with a huff.

Jason rolled his eyes lightly and then he turned to Jazz and gestured vaguely to Shadow, who looped between their legs. “You should feed them before we go looting around.”

Jazz beamed and looked at Jason lovingly. “Thank you for reminding me, dearest.” She looked down and addressed the large, shadowy dog. “Shadow, you’re free to feed on the blood. Can you clean off the blood on me and Artemis too?”

Shadow shot off like a whirlwind, eagerly drinking the blood that was now readily available. Jazz and Artemis were wiped clean of blood, although it still stained their clothes. Jason hummed, eying them up and down.

“Looking good, ladies,” he smirked.

“Don’t start this again,” Artemis sighed. “I’ve had enough of that strange role-play.”

“You’re telling me,” Jazz said. “I liked it, but it gets tiring at some point to pretend to be ditzy for so long.”

Jason hummed, “You were really good at it though, Princess. It was so realistic that I started worrying that someone was stealing the brain cells right out of your head.”

Jazz waved her guns lightly in his direction. “Better watch your words, mister. These are still locked and loaded.”

Jason put his hands up in surrender with a smile before he gestured to the side and said, “Shall we go and look through what these idiots have in their drawers?”

Artemis nodded primly. “Let’s. We should hurry so we can go home and shower.”

“Can we shower together?” Jazz asked idly. “I’m feeling tired and I don’t want to shower alone.”

Artemis laughed. “Was there any other option? I’m not missing a chance to be naked and wet with you two.”

Jazz swatted her arm and Artemis just grinned, dropping her axe onto the ground, where Shadow collected it.

Jason didn’t notice, whooping as he leaned on Jazz with a lazy grin. “Hell yeah! I get to watch two beautiful, badass women take down my enemies and then I get to take a shower with them? Today’s been even better than my birthday.”

He swayed again, and Artemis caught him with a laugh, supporting him with her free arm. Both women flanked his sides as Jason sighed, blinking slowly, still partially affected by the drugs.

They started stepping over the bodies, all of which were slowly sinking into the shadows to be consumed by the Ancient contracted under Jazz’s control.

“Oh dear,” Jazz said, snickering. She poked Jason’s cheek. “We better hurry home before he passes out.”

“Well. Too bad, it seems he won’t join in on the fun we’ll have later,” Artemis said with a teasing look towards Jazz. Jazz blushed and hurriedly ushered them off in a flustered manner as they all walked through the doors to the inner rooms of the casino.

Jason immediately straightened up, his face set in a perfect poker expression. It was almost like he wasn’t just drugged, if it wasn’t for the humor in his eyes.

“Actually, I’m perfectly fine. Artemis, Jazz, let’s finish this mission, get the information we need, and then go,” he said in a completely serious tone. “We should work quickly so we can leave before Batman gets the report about gunshots and comes to disturb us.”

Jazz and Artemis shared a look of pure exasperation and amusement before they burst into laughter. Artemis kicked down the doors to the other parts of the casino, still laughing as she and Jazz leaned on Jason in their fits of giggles.

Jason rolled his eyes with a fond smile.

They were very lucky that he loved them so much.

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Dick after seeing Jason bagging two hot, powerful red haired women: God, whatever tf he said in his prayers, me too.

I’ve been thinking about Jazz and Artemis working together while Jason sits in the background for a longggg while…. Badass women and their cheering boyfriends is something I love so much.

Sooooo much references to my many Tumblr AUs. You can find references to my Assistant!Jazz AU here and my Jazz has a shadow friend!AU here. The original post about Dead Sunsets (Jason x Artemis x Jazz) can be seen here.

DcxDp idea prompt #3

Amity Park is a Cult

Start this story out with the Batfam learning that Bruce has another kid. (Idk maybe the fentons reaching out to see if Bruce has seen him) All they have is a picture of his Face from CCTV footage.

Oracle then gets a match for his face on a lesser used streaming and video platform (prolly called something dumb like Spookytube) Danny and Team Phantom look like kids posting their own music and little skits of them playing around and being kids. It’s when she gets into the account that things take a turn.

Unlisted and privated videos show the trio going about their days, testing new inventions, showing the weirdness of Amity park like it’s nothing special and complaining about parents. (Danny could already be Phantom at this point)

There’s a few videos where things really start changing. The group video themselves coming across a gather in the woods outside of Amity late one night. It’s revealed that the older generations of the town are the leaders of a cult and plan to use the next generation in some form of ritual.

The next videos are of the team and others of their generation and younger figuring out an escape plan and executing it. Using the channel and its privated videos to communicate as each of the team members separates with a group of kids to escape. The videos are check ins, information and worst of all showing that they didn’t get out of Amity unscathed.

Lots of liminal kids have now scattered into large moving groups that are being pursued by the Cult of Amity. All being led and coordinated by the (possible) long lost son of Bruce Wayne. And the kids friends and elder sister.

I feel like at some point Danny would be alive streaming to the channel just chatting with his friends and stuff when he is found and attacked by the Amity Cult. Of course the BatFam were watching and trying to track his location cause the kids like 14 and on the road taking care of like a group of 10 kids his age and younger.

Seriously chaotic fashion misadventures

I realized I posted a teaser and never really followed up on it, so here is some more of that

“Hey, Dami?”

Boy hadn’t looked up from the kittens he was bottle feeding but let out a hum indicating he listened.

“I'm thinking about trying out a more girlish style. Do you think it would suit me?”

Well, Damian had no idea but if Dani wished to give it a chance, then, well, the only proper reaction was to offer his aid.

*-*-*

“Father, I require access to your rouge gallery.”

Bruce almost choked on his breakfast when his youngest made this announcement.

Rouge gallery, as his children playfully called it, was vast collection of lipsticks, which he collected to uphold his Brucie persona. Famous playboy with head constantly in the clouds couldn’t not show up with discreet signs of scandal from time to time. And it couldn’t always be the same shade. Or scent when he choose more subtle approach and used one of his more feminine perfumes.

In all honesty, he enjoyed this.

But that’s not the point, point was that Damian wanted to use it and Bruce needed to know what disaster would fall upon him if he agreed.

“Mind telling me why, chum?”

Dick, who visited Manor for a weekend, barely stifled his laughter while Tim stared at his empty coffee mug like it personally betrayed him. Cass just wore her usual knowing and mischievous smile.

Damian shifted in his chair, hands clenching on butter knife. He was nervous and suddenly Bruce dreaded the answer he was about to hear.

“I don’t see how me sharing this information would change anything. It won’t be used to cause harm to anyone but it’s necessary in the extracurricular project I just started.”

“Dami, what project?” Dick asked, voice oozing with genuine curiosity and excitement. He was almost bouncing.

“I don’t want to disclose it.”

“Is this a hero or civilian type of deal?”

Damian didn’t look any of them in the eyes, both hands clenching on his seat as he kept shifting. Bruce narrowed his eyes. Was his youngest… flustered?

“Civilian”

“Alright, great” Dick swung back with single clap, almost tripping his chair over “I think B won’t have anything against you using his rouge gallery, will he?” Man knew his oldest son well enough to recognize his ‘don’t you dare to disagree’ tone. He was confused but there wasn’t any harm so he nodded with affirmative hum.

“Thank you, Father”

Boy practically inhaled rest of his food and rushed outside. Despite all his training and all his efforts, they clearly saw his excitement. Tim pinched himself and returned to staring at his mug.

“Cass, have you seen what I’ve seen or am I overreacting?” Dick asked, barely restraining his enthusiasm. Girl nodded eagerly, shoving more crumbs into her mouth. Young man cheered, throwing his hands up.

“What have I missed?” Tim mumbled, frowning a little.

“BABY BAT HAS A CRUSH!”

Cass nodded again with wide smile.

Oh.

Oh no.

Who were they? What did he know about them? Was Protocol 3r0s started? Did someone run a background check already? What could they do if they somehow hurt Damian? Was this person a risk to their identities? Oh gods, oh no.

He probably will have to do The Talk™.

He always dreaded having The Talk, with any of his kids. He felt The Talk with Damian would be even worse. Understandably so.

“Also sleep in at least three da-”

“Fuck off, dick.”

“Was this insult or-”

His children remained obvious to how much work it meant, cheering and sassing each other like they often did.

*-*-*

Damian did not know how it was possible but he lowered his guard enough to get caught.

"What are you doing?" Brown choked out after they stared at each other for a long moment.

"It does not concern you–"

"You're rummaging through my wardrobe, not many things concern me more and also, that's frickin creepy don't do it to anyone outside of the family"

She did have a point however he was not convinced it would be the correct approach if he shared his plan. Father's wards (even unofficial like Brown) tended to make assumptions and overreact based on these conjectures. Dani wasn't easy to scare off but he didn't want to check if his family would manage. They often did things thought to be impossible.

He tried to get away but the blonde stood fiercely in a door, leaving the window as the only way out. He wasn't this desperate. Yet.

Girl looked more and more angry at his silence. He had to give her some answers.

Now that he actually considered it, she could be a useful asset. She was far better versed in women's fashion and if he phrased it correctly, he wouldn't even need to bribe her. Question was, how should he phrase it?

"I have an acquaintance- I have a friend," he corrected himself "from the animal shelter I volunteer at. She mentioned wanting to try out more 'girlish style' and asked for my opinion. I wanted to see if you had any clothes that would fit her. She is smaller than me so I thought that whatever I take, it wouldn't be missed." 

Brown grinned with an unsettling gleam in her eyes. He suddenly regretted opening his mouth if not coming to this room in the first place. 

"Say no more, I have a plan Demon Child"

DCxDP: Amity Park aka uncanny Valley

Who ever thought that a family road trip across the country was ever a good idea? Especially when the family concerned is the Waynes!

...plus a Brown but you can't really talk Waynes without including Stephanie Brown

Bruce had a gala to attend in Chicago during the summer vacation Dick jumped at the opportunity to do a family road trip and try his newest car/van

was putting a Damian Wayne in an enclosed space with a Tim Drake a good idea? No. Was Dick going to argue with Bruce at least thrice a day? Maybe Will Jason be even remotely happy to be part of this trip? Probably not and will all the kids fight to choose who is in charge of the radio? Most definitely, but it'll be fun!

At first everything was awful,Bruce made them wake up terribly early, for once that Tim had slept that night! (albeit for only three hours which was plenty if you asked him) to leave even before the sun was up

Then it became alright, the eight seat car was spacy enough to not get into each other's personal space, everyone started to sing along to music and exchanging playlists

Dick had an awful amount of dico and 80's music, Bruce played his dad rock while Steph and Jason talked white girl music

They started their trip by going through Pennsylvania, taking pictures and joking on how Batman should be a local super hero there instead than in new Jersey,then they headed for Washington DC, it was fun visiting the hall of justice as tourist even tho they all knew the place better than the guides,then they went through Kentucky where Dick really wanted to visit the 'longest cave in the world' and comparing it to the bat cave (Bruce was unimpressed)

And finally they'll drive right through Illinois to get Bruce to Chicago and escape before he tries to get them to join the Gala

And then the car broke down in the middle of nowhere.

The sun would set soon but it was still really hot as we were in early August.

"the GPS say the closest city is a fourty five minutes walk" Annonce Duke while Dick,Tim and Bruce tried to find what's wrong with the car

"We could easily do the journey" Damian says placing a draw two making Steph, too invested in this game of uno with Cass and the demon brat frown

"in this heat!? Do you want us to die of a stroke?" The blond replied placing a plus two as well

"It looks like it's our only choice guys...the car won't start anytime soon better get to a town and buy some new parts" The eldest said from the front of the car

"can't we just call a cab or something?"

Asked Stephanie

"privileged behavior" Duke replied back to back "plus I don't think there's cabs in bumfuck nowhere...I ain't never even heard of 'Amity Park', plus, if they did they wouldn't have eight seat"

"wait Amity Park?" Asked Tim who was swiping grease on a now ruined travel towel "I have family who lives there..." He said thoughtfully

"maybe you can ask them if they have a place to stay for the night? There's only cheap motels in this town and I don't really wanna catch bed bugs" Duke says still on his phone

"oh wow now look who has privileged behavior!" Stephanie snort a smirk on her lips as she add a plus four to Cass's

"uhm can we go back to the part of Tim having living family members? That own a house? Why would you make up one if you had family in the state?" Dick ask "and why do you live with us?" Added Damian because, of course he would

"well... it's not like we talked a lot, I saw them...maybe two times in my life? And they were definitely my parents type of neglectful so going to them wouldn't have changed much"

"...do they also have a kid?" Bruce ask and before he got the chance to talk more he got shut down with a "no you can't adopt more kids!" From all his children

"but yes they do have a kid, we got along great from what I remember...but except sparkly pink dress I don't remember much..." Tim clarified

"I vote we still ask them for a place to stay or at least a ride, if they're Drake's family they should at least have a limousine or mansion no?" Steph asked eager to find a good bed once more

"I don't know...I haven't talked to them much... especially not after my mother's passing...I don't even know if I still have their number" Tim think his voice a little lower, he did think about his mother's sister and her family when he was still living alone in the Drake mansion but thinking back on the blurry memories of being forgotten for hours on end with his cousin didn't really make him want to reach out

"it's okay if you don't want to Timothy, we can find another way" Bruce says in his paternal voice placing a reassuring hand on Tim's shoulder

"no,no it's okay, a call won't hurt right?"

Tim looked through his phone and he, in fact, did have his cousin's number saved, he stepped away from the car to make the call. He was a bit nervous and a bit ashamed, he had a cousin his age that lived in similar conditions as him and he never thought to check up or call,and now that he did it was for a favour, they hadn't talked in over ten years and he couldn't really remember what they were like, hopefully they hadn't grown up like their parents as a stuck up asshole

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Samantha Manson wasn't a family person,

She didn't care for them,they didn't care for her.

She labeled all her extended family members under "family" as contact names and usually wouldn't pick up when they'd call, not that they did regularly

Yet,she was in a good mood today so when her phone light up and her ringtone rung she picked up

"uhm Hi Sam...antha?... it's Tim- Timothy drake?Wayne? I uhm- our moms are sisters?"

Was the anxious voice that waited for her on the other side of the phone

Huh...

Huh.... Timothy ? Oh fuck Timothy ! Was she a bad cousin to have forgotten one of the only kids her age that she got along with in her family?

Well got along is a big word they just stuck around each other the two times their families were attending the same galla but it was fun for once...if she remembered correctly

It was still a time where he mother was the one dressing her up in those awful sparkly or floral dresses with cutesy hairdo...a goth's nightmare Sam got shivers just thinking back on it

"Yes I remember you Tim Drake...what can I do to help?"

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"okay so, my cousin say she can come pick us up as long as we don't care for basic road safety?"

Tim said coming back to his family who had all migrated to sit at a picnic table near the car

Jason Dick and Damian who had left for a gas station a few minutes ago to grab some snacks and see if they had anything to fix the car came back at the same time dropping bags of chips, candy and other bar chocolate

The comment about road safety made Bruce frown (hypocrite) but all the other kids could not care less

"so...we're not getting picked up by a limousine? Or is it more of a bus bar type of thing?"

Stephanie ask resulting on her head being bonked by Dick

"no the real question is what's your cousin like?"

"I am not spending a car ride with a snobbyer version of Tim"

Jason added making Damian nod in agreement and Tim roll his eyes

"To be honest, I don't remember much? She didn't sound snobby on the phone?"

Tim guess trying to make a mental image of what Samantha may look now, she probably let her dark chocolate brown hair grow? Or maybe she cut them? Would she still wear floral prints and sparkles? Probably not she hated them as a kid

"and how are her parents?"

Bruce inquired not without warning glares from his kids

"I remember even less! But Sam said they weren't home so..."

"hn"

Bruce narrowed his eyes but didn't say anything

"really all I remember about them is the fakest laugh and sparkly pink dresses"

Tim sighed

"sparkly pink dress? Are you trying to kill my rep?"

A new voice joined in the conversation making everyone at the table jump save from cass who had noticed the presence long ago

All but turned to see this goth girl wearing an all black dress with at least three layers of clothes and even more in accessoires

She smiled at them with teeth a little too sharp for comfort

"hi I'm Samantha Manson, but please call me sam! I hope you won't mind but my car might me a little cramped"

She said in a friendly voice beeping her car key bringing her car, a hearse, back to life radio blasting the latest song she was listening to and making her headlights bath them in light really tieing the whole spooky vibes together

Yeah...the kids are gonna like this girl.

Big Sister Loves You

Inspired by: @charlietheepicwriter7 post >Here<

Warning! Description of violent murder, the Ring/Grudge style ghost Jazz, and kidnapping of minors. This is just a short blurb I thought of and had to write given it is Halloween. XD

That beast, he thought that if he chopped her into pieces he could save himself. That she would be unable to form. He actually thought that he could prevent her wrath by phasing the pieces of her corpse into the vast reaches of the globe. While it did slow her down a bit, there was nothing in this or any universe that would stop Jazz Fenton from helping her baby brother. Jazz was not like Vlad Masters, she was not half so pathetic as he was. Jazz was calculating, she was determined, and she was made of love.

It took her ages, so much time was lost just pulling herself together. But that was alright, she had Time, she always had Time on her side. She had time enough to gather herself, time enough to gain power, time enough to train her new form and powers, time enough to find the beast that murdered her parents and stole her brother and niblings. Time enough to chase him down to the wretched little corner of the multiverse he thought he could hide away in. It was different, unfortunately she had to relearn herself once again after going through a portal into that world. But it didn’t matter, she was determined. She could sense her dearest family somewhere in that city. Blocked by a ghost shield no doubt.

That didn’t matter, she was patient, she could find a way in with enough time. Danny and her niblings would be safe while she worked on it. Because she had found him~

Dear Vlad wasn’t expecting her, he hadn’t been ready to be met with her ghost. Not the dark twisted version of what she had made him. She should have been bright, joyful, but instead her long hair fell in sleek watery black waves, stretching long behind her into the abyss. Her limbs only barely attached to her torso and head. Her eyes a dark, fathomless abyss. Blood trailed after her in puddles and floods. He did try to fight back, the coward. But Jazz had long reached the point of Calamity, she was not just a ghost anymore but a vengeful reckoning.

Vlad had taken everything from her. He had killed her parents, killed her friends, kidnapped her brother and niblings, killed her. He must have feared that this would happen, after all he had tried so hard to keep her buried. But she was a Fenton and Fenton’s were not silent. Though he managed to get a few hits on her, he was really no match for her fluid movements, for the boiling rage she carried in her core, for the love that drove her to continue on, for the way she plucked his core from his chest and crushed it between her fingers. With his ghost half gone he was only a pathetic rapidly fading old man, scrambling to get away from her. But she was not merciful as he had not been to her.

What was left of Vlad was found the next morning by his secretary plastered in blood and viscera across his office walls, floor, and ceiling. His perfectly preserved head placed neatly upon his desk with an expression of unspeakable horror on his face.

Funny Idea that ghost king Danny becomes Raven's adopted dad/ owns her soul so Trigon can't enter the human realm.

Raven was desperate for help. Her Father had been amassing power in recent months. And he was putting that power to use. To try and use his link to her, so that he could return to this plane and wreak havoc. She just wasn't powerful enough to hold out much longer. John had come to her. Uncharacteristically solemn. And suggested something.

Something he would never usually suggest. But, Trigon was linked to her soul, body and blood. That was why this attack was working. If they changed one of those? His power would be less. She would have a chance to defeat him. The issue was, well, only a soul link can be changed. And the simplest method was trading it to a being on an equal power level to Trigon.

The only being John knew about who was said to be... Kind enough to risk such a thing? Was Phantom, High King of the Infinite Realms. The Ghost King. It was a risk she was willing to take.

Jason's body jerked on reflex when he felt someone grab his hand. Unable to pull away he swiftly looked down to face his assailant. The curses he was going to yell died on his tongue when he saw a little kid trying to pull him somewhere by his arm.

Dumbfounded, he asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm kidnapping you!" The kid growled, feet skidding on the ground where his ratty sneakers couldn't gain enough traction to help the poor kid. "How are you so heavy?!"

Jason, in all his 6ft and 200+ pound glory, just stared at the kid whose hands were too small to even cover one of his, what was he? Five? Jason lifted his arm taking the kid up with it. The kid looked so shocked by this and Jason took the opportunity to start asking questions, "So what did you wanna kidnap me for?"

Snapping out of his shock the kid replied with, "You are very dad shaped."

"What."

The kid seemed to realize what he said and backtracked a bit, "I don't need you to be my dad-dad just my fake dad."

That clarified things a little, "Why do you need a fake dad?"

"To avoid the foster system! I heard Gothams is really really bad and I've been living just fine on my own!" on his own?! A kid this small?! "But im pretty sure someone called the child cops or something cause people in suits keep trying to catch me or talk to me."

Aka Danny finds out hes a clone and is deaged to his actual age and is roaming around Gotham in the DC universe as a homeless farel child who keeps doing deranged things.

Please let me do my job

Danny somehow manages to get a job working as a server during a gala event. The uniform sucks, but he wasn’t about to complain when he was desperate for any job right now. He had to flee from Amity after his parents discovered that he was Phantom with almost nothing, but the clothes on his back. So the uniform was definitely worth it with how much he was getting paid. 

What wasn’t worth it though was the amount of rich fruitloops that have approached him. Everytime he turned around someone was there and wanted to ask him questions. Asking things like why he was dressed as a server, and calling him by the name of Tim. It wasn't hard to figure out that everyone thought he was Tim Drake-Wayne. 

He knows that the Waynes are known for black hair and blue eyes, but for him to be getting this much attention for it is just getting ridiculous at this point. Danny would have just brushed it under the rug as it being a rich people are just weird thing. If it hadn’t been for the fact that Dick Grayson, the oldest Wayne child, had grabbed him coming out of the kitchen and into a secluded area. 

“Tim, what are you doing; why are you dressed as a server? Everyone here knows your face, now is not the time to be going undercover!” Dick whispers while looking for anyone that might be watching them. “Go change back into your normal clothes. Well talk about whatever this is back in the cave ok?” 

The fact that Tim Drake goes undercover was probably not something Danny was supposed to know. Also, did he say cave? As in the Bat-Cave? A rock settles in Danny stomach as he realizes that the Wayne's are the bats. Which is definitely not something he should know.

Before Danny can think of anything to say that will get him out of this situation without any problems a voice is already calling out, "Dick! What are you doing back here?"

The owner of the voice is of course none other than Tim Drake himself. This wasn’t going to end well Danny thought to himself as he watch Dick looked between himself and Tim.

How did this become his life.

Thinking endlessly about how Vlad could have had exactly what he wanted for the whole fucking series (from Danny, at least) if he had just been normal about it

Literally all he had to do was stop trying to kill Danny’s dad. That’s it. And yes, he considers Jack his murderer, that’s a big ask, but compared to what he could’ve had?

He didn’t need to be Danny’s father. He could have been Danny’s mentor and Danny would have adored him for it! Danny was still having accidents when they first met! He hadn’t gone to the Ghost Zone yet! Vlad could have taught Danny exactly how he wanted to, even spoiled him as a Rich Uncle if he felt like it, and within months, Danny probably would’ve trusted and depended on him more than he did either of his parents.

I feel like it’s just, the great tragedy of their relationship. Because it would have been so easy.

Clark Kent is firmly in his civilian persona. This is a problem, given that the airplane he's on with Lois is about to collide with another plane on the runway.

He can see the other plane about to t-bone them, and is fully prepared to...somehow fumble his way through an explanation as to why he disappeared and superman took his place, but the meta kid sitting next to him has a different idea.

The meta kid let's out a strangled shriek, grips the armrests of the seat, and the entire plane goes intangible.

The other plane delicately just...glides through their plane, and everyone on their plane and everyone on the other plane just stare at each other as they pass by in horrified silence.

The people seated where the other planes engines are passing through harmlessly initially let out a few terrified screams, but they taper off when they realize that nothing is happening.

Then it's over.

The kid, hyperventilating, lets go of the armrests once the other plane has completely cleared them, and immediately goes for one of those little baggies to empty the contents of his stomach.

His nose is bleeding, his ears are bleeding, and he looks dazed. He clearly overdid it.

Clark is running a hand up and down his back, trying to get him comfortable, while the other passengers and crew stare at the kid in awe.

After all, there's only one person acting like this after something as insane as making every single person intangible. It has to be the kid. The kid has to be a meta, and that meta just saved all of them.

But the kid peeks up at Clark, eyes full of fear, and says something that makes his heart drop into his stomach.

"Please don't tell my parents."

DP X DC | Short Story 1

The following story is based on a prompt I've made. The idea is the same, but the execution is different.

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— Alright Steph, we are all here now, how about you start explaining now? -Barbara said softly, her gaze kind. The rest of the Batfamily watched Steph with a mix of curiosity and subtle concern from their seats around the room.

Stephanie lowered her head, her gaze fixed on the floor as her mind raced. She had always known this day would come —it was almost a miracle she’d managed to keep the secret for as long as she had. But now that the moment was here, she had no idea how to begin explaining it all to them. She stayed silent for a few more seconds, letting out a slow breath before raising her head and running a hand through her hair. Her eyes met the faces of the people around her —not her family by blood, but at this point, they might as well have been.

— Alright, but just for the record, I swear I didn’t mean to keep this a secret from you guys, -She said, her voice tinged with guilt. She lifted a hand to scratch the back of her neck, glancing away.- For this long, anyway.

— So, you did mean to keep this a secret from us, -Damian said, narrowing his eyes at her, his frown deepening

Stephanie flinched at Damian’s words but pushed through.

— Look, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys about this sooner, -She said, her voice steady despite the tension in her shoulders.- But in my defense, it wasn’t any of your business. It was mine, and I had it under control. -She swept her gaze across the room, meeting each of their eyes in turn —Though her gaze lingered on Tim, Bruce, Barbara, and Dick a bit more than the others.- And be honest — if I’d told you all about it at the very start of my vigilante career, can any of you really say you wouldn’t have meddled?

Bruce, Barbara, Dick, and Tim exchanged uncomfortable glances, their silence louder than any admission. Alfred shook his head in exasperation while Selena shook her head with fondness, and Steph couldn’t help but let a small smile tug at her lips. If she had told them and they’d decided to meddle, she knew he would have quietly taken her side —even if both had wanted to meddle themselves; They were one of the rare voices of reason in the house, both were consumed by paranoia and actually knew when to step in and when to let things be.

— Anyway... how about we get back to your explanation? -Barbara said, gently steering the conversation back on track. She unlocked her phone and opened the gallery, turning the screen toward Stephanie.- When did this happen?

The image on the screen was one Barbara had found during her routine security check, making sure nothing dangerous had slipped into their devices. It showed a grinning Danny holding a baby girl —Ellie— who was beaming as she reached for the phone. The caption read: "Look how much fun I’m having, Mommy!"

— It... it happened back when I first started going out to stop my father, -Stephanie said, thinking back about those times.- I met Danny right after I found out the guy I was sort of dating at school was only with me because I was one of the few girls he hadn’t screwed yet.

The room fell into silence like a guillotine blade. The shift in atmosphere was immediate —muscles tensed, jaws clenched, and eyes darkened with barely restrained fury. Even Alfred, the eternal wellspring of calm of the family, had a cold, dangerous glint in his gaze that reminded everyone that he used to work for the secret services back in England.

— And who, -Dick started, his voice dripping with a sweetness so artificial it was venomous.- would this ‘guy’ be? -His smile was so painfully fake it might as well have been carved into his face.- I think I speak for everyone when I say we just want to... talk.

Around the room, heads nodded in grim unison. Damian, Duke, Bruce, Lucius, Alfred, Barbara, Cassandra, Kate, Harper, Selina, and Jason —each one radiating their own brand of barely contained rage in her steed.

— I’m not telling you his name, -Steph said, rolling her eyes, though the slight tremor in her voice betrayed her.- As much as I don’t like him, I don’t want him mysteriously ending up in the hospital over something that happened years ago. Besides, -she added with a smirk,- I kicked him so hard in the nuts he probably still wakes up screaming, so you guys don’t need to get even for me.

— You went too easy on him, Brown, -Damian growled, voice low and brimming with malice.- Scum like that needs to suffer more. Pain is the only language they understand.

— Have to agree with the demon spawn, -Kate muttered, her voice sharp enough to cut glass.- He clearly needs a better lesson in how to treat women like human beings.

— Preach, -Cassandra, Selena, and Harper said in perfect, almost chilling synchronicity.

Their protectiveness genuinely touched Stephanie, but she had a story to finish.

Gotham water is toxic as shit, and the biggest bill people have is buying bottled water from other places so that they can drink water.

Until.

A new invention gets introduced, from a kickstarter.

It takes off, and practically overnight becomes the next big thing, the creator becoming a millionaire.

But he doesn't run off with the money. He actually makes the invention and starts up a legitimate business that has payment plans for anyone.

The invention?

A filter that attaches to the sink faucet, or goes in the water towers (there's large versions for this). It uses moon rocks along with other weird things to filter, but test after test confirms that it creates the purest, healthiest drinking water.

The inventor is Tucker Foley.

What's actually happening is that there's tiny ecto blobs hidden in the rocks, which are actually from the moon (Danny ate the radiation off of them), and those little ecto blobs fucking love the toxins in Gotham's water. They'll eat 'em right up.

Problem; now the water companies that were making a living overcharging Gotham residents are hiring hitmen to take Tucker Foley out.