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There's an up-and-coming Tech Giant, called Fenton Works, and Batman is determined to prove that the company is a front for a villain.

Danny, after his parents turned from Ghost hunting to being the first official Ghost Anthropologists, decided to repurpose some of their weapons.

And, well, there was a contest being run by Wayne Enterprises; whoever can design a robot that will help the environment got prize money and a grant.

Danny, in all his mechanical engineering prowess, was bored. So he designed a thing. Repurposed the Fenton Guns into a cute robotic tortoise that would clean the beach.

It spiraled from there, and now Fenton Works is the leading name in green technology that's cleaning up the Earth bit by bit. Sea Dragon robots that clean oil and trash from the ocean; beach tortoises that clean the sand and beach and deposit their hoard of trash into designated receptacles that Danny uses as material to make more robots; Cryptid "stalker" robots with long legs that delicately patrol forests to perform "fuel management" and clear out the underbrush to help manage wildfires; moving gargoyle robots that sit on top of skyscrapers to help clean the air with huge sail-like wings, etc.

Basically, Danny pulls a Doctor Elisabet Sobeck, but with less world ending and more actually helping. (Not that the world ending was Elisabet's fault, of course, but different franchise)

And due to the number of times aliens try to attack and rogues send their own robots to attack people, naturally Danny installed self-defense protocols, along with one single golden rule written into the very OS of every single robot; Save Humans Whatever the Cost.

Problem is, Batman has never seen robots like this not be used for evil purposes, and he knows that their power source (a closely guarded Fenton Works secret) is some sort of liquid that glows green.

He really only knows of one liquid that glows green.

So he's determined to find everything he can about Fenton Works, because there's no way that Daniel Fenton isn't actually a villain in the making.

Danny's just thrilled for the chance to work with Wayne Enterprises.

Based on the idea that the bots become sentient and return as ghosts, we have this scenario

An old couple who lost their family befriending a rabbit teddy bot, with your usual sweet grandma and “grandpa with the pet he didn’t want”. The bot, who they named Willow is their unofficial grandchild. The bot would always visit them, assisting the couple with whatever they were doing when it was there. Grandpa named the bot Willow because willows are the first tree the bot planted in the garden with him.

After the invasion, Willow was quite literally smashed to bits, having fought to the end to protect grandma and grandpa. They only knew it was Willow because of the accessories grandma gave it. The couple grieved for the little one, but eventually sent what’s left of Willow back to Fenton Works, hoping that whatever they recycle out from the parts, it will bring others happiness like Willow did.

On the other hand, Willow, now a ghost is desperately trying to interact with the couple, unaware of the fact that they can’t see it. It has so many questions, only if grandpa would answer them like how he would always tell it info.

There's an up-and-coming Tech Giant, called Fenton Works, and Batman is determined to prove that the company is a front for a villain.

Danny, after his parents turned from Ghost hunting to being the first official Ghost Anthropologists, decided to repurpose some of their weapons.

And, well, there was a contest being run by Wayne Enterprises; whoever can design a robot that will help the environment got prize money and a grant.

Danny, in all his mechanical engineering prowess, was bored. So he designed a thing. Repurposed the Fenton Guns into a cute robotic tortoise that would clean the beach.

It spiraled from there, and now Fenton Works is the leading name in green technology that's cleaning up the Earth bit by bit. Sea Dragon robots that clean oil and trash from the ocean; beach tortoises that clean the sand and beach and deposit their hoard of trash into designated receptacles that Danny uses as material to make more robots; Cryptid "stalker" robots with long legs that delicately patrol forests to perform "fuel management" and clear out the underbrush to help manage wildfires; moving gargoyle robots that sit on top of skyscrapers to help clean the air with huge sail-like wings, etc.

Basically, Danny pulls a Doctor Elisabet Sobeck, but with less world ending and more actually helping. (Not that the world ending was Elisabet's fault, of course, but different franchise)

And due to the number of times aliens try to attack and rogues send their own robots to attack people, naturally Danny installed self-defense protocols, along with one single golden rule written into the very OS of every single robot; Save Humans Whatever the Cost.

Problem is, Batman has never seen robots like this not be used for evil purposes, and he knows that their power source (a closely guarded Fenton Works secret) is some sort of liquid that glows green.

He really only knows of one liquid that glows green.

So he's determined to find everything he can about Fenton Works, because there's no way that Daniel Fenton isn't actually a villain in the making.

Danny's just thrilled for the chance to work with Wayne Enterprises.

Danny is home, enjoying his time alone for the first time in three weeks, when he gets a knock on the door.

He opens it to a man wearing a pair of sunglasses, and another man in a wheelchair at the foot of the steps.

"Hello Danny," the older one says, smiling up at the suspicious teen. "My name is Charles Xavier, and I'm here to extend an offer to attend a school that I believe would suit you far better than the one here."

"I'm not joining a cult," Danny deadpans, slamming the door shut.

Bruce is in...an unfortunate circumstance. So is everyone else. He can honestly say he has no idea what is going on, and judging from the barely suppressed rage, confusion, and hostility, neither does anyone else at the table.

He's sitting at the head of a table in Wayne Manor, which definitely does not exist anymore and is glowing a strange green. At the table are Damian, Jason, Dick, Tim, Duke, Cass, and a random teenager he does not know.

Alfred, who has been dead for years, is serving them food that is...glowing slightly green. Just like the house.

Everyone is being courteous, and it...it seems like someone is controlling their words? Their actions as well. They can only speak in rhyme, and they are being forced to play as one big happy family.

He can see, in everyone's eyes, that no one remembers how they got here.

Even Alfred, glowing blue skin and luminescent green eyes, seems to not be in control of his actions.

The strange teen at the other end of the table is getting more and more panicked with every glowing green delicacy placed before them, muscles tensing and straining as he visibly tries to break free with brute force alone.

Bruce knows, as does everyone else at the table, that to eat those foods is...bad. He doesn't know how, exactly, but it appears that no one should eat them.

A flicker of someone, no, three someones dart past the door. One of those people wears an armored outfit, and pauses long enough to appear to do a quick assessment of the unknown teenager at the table; so another hero, or at least someone invested in keeping the boy alive. If they have enough time, they might be able to undo this.

He needs to delay.

He cannot let any one at this table, including that random boy, eat any of this food.

Whoever is doing this wants them to play as a typical family unit. He is only allowed to say or do things that would typically fall into that category.

Alfred sets down the last plate, movement stiff and jerky as he tries to do it as slowly as possible, and Bruce feels his hands stray towards the utensils on the table.

He redirects them to brace against it and stand himself up.

"A toast is required, to welcome new kin, for we never grow tired of taking them in," Bruce says, lifting a glass of...something. Green and glowing, as is everything else.

Toxic.

Thankfully, the makeshift toast seems to work; no one moves to eat the contaminated feast.

But he feels himself start to sit down again.

Jason's hands are shaking, tiny wheezes slipping past his lips as he fights against them moving back towards the fork and knife. Tim, concerningly in contrast, appears fully prepared to eat whatever this is. Even...eager?

Bruce really hopes he's reading that one wrong.

When they escape, and they will because he will not accept anything less, he really needs to have a conversation with him.

"In truth there are no secrets here, and I must divulge some I fear," Bruce almost shouts, knees popping back into a standing position so fast it triggers a spasm of pain in his back. That wasn't what he meant to say.

He can feel himself being compelled to speak the worst truth he could possible give, and instinctively fights against it.

In response to the struggling, Damian's hand reaches out, tendons flexing in full view as he fights against it, and a finger dips into what is supposed to be some sort of gravy.

He cannot be doing this.

Dick's hand gracefully snags a glowing green dinner roll, his eyes steely as it's brought towards his mouth.

He cannot.

Duke sounds like he's about to hyperventilate, fingers trembling and dropping the glowing pig-in-a-blanket, forced to pick it up every time it drops.

At the opposite end of the table, the unknown boy actually manages to let out a soft, muffled shout, jerking forward before the magic that bewitches them all forces him back into compliance.

...He must. He must, lest he not only watch his children die in front of him, again, but watch them all do it at the same time.

Bruce closes his eyes.

A hand rests on his shoulder, giving him a comforting squeeze.

The only comfort this strange residue of Alfred can give him.

"We are no mere family; we are the knights that hide in the dark, verily I do speak more gravely while chasing crime like a shark."

There are sounds of combat, things breaking and people shouting, laser pistols, or a variant thereof, firing.

The compulsion is stronger, and he knows that if he tries to resist it even a little bit, Duke, Damian, and Dick are all dead.

Damn it.

"For I am Batman, of Gotham proud, alone I began, but now have a crowd."

He is forced to sit down again, and the sounds of fighting ease off.

Damn it. Damn it! They failed!

But the boy at the head of the table stands, sweaty and desperate.

"For telling me this, I feel I must up the ante; I cannot dismiss that I'm also a vigilante. My name is Phantom, and I really love oranges....."

The boy stops talking, mouth open as whoever controls them tries to find a followup.

But.

Nothing, traditionally, rhymes with orange in such a way that it shares the last part of that word.

The air seems to stretch.

The table holds their breath.

...The air snaps.

"Not again!" Someone shouts from where the fighting was, "Stop doing that!"

Or; Ghostwriter wanted to fuck with Danny, by forcing him to play house with one of the wealthy elite and torment him with stupid rich people bullshit. He even used the lair of the ghost of their old Butler, Alfred, since it was an exact replica of Wayne Manor. Sure, if humans eat food that's made of pure ectoplasm straight from the Zone they can't ever leave it, but like, they can just stay with their butler. Ghostwriter just needs to make sure that Danny can't talk, because if the little shit talks, he'll use the orange trick again. He did not anticipate that; Bruce Wayne is Batman, Red Huntress would try to beat the snot out of him with the help of a goth and a technonerd, or that Bruce Wayne would manage to give Danny the perfect opportunity to open his big fat mouth and ruin Ghostwriter's fun.

AU where Danny doesn't know what his ghost form means, and is terrified of it.

When Danny had his accident, he managed to keep the full extent of his powers a secret from everyone. He knew it was irrational, but what if Sam and Tucker agreed with his mom and dad about ghosts after seeing his ghost form?

More importantly; how could he ever let Sam and Tucker know that when they'd egged him on, at least a part of him had died? Neither of them would ever forgive themselves for it.

However, suppressing such a huge part of himself resulted in more accidents, and he had to at least concede that he was a meta. A strong one.

The powers that got leaked were; intangibility, flight, ecto-blasts, frost breath, invisibility, and tactile telekinesis disguised as enhanced strength.

That was, naturally, huge. Those were some dangerous powers, and his mom and dad wanted to make sure he got all the help he could.

They signed him up for a Big Brother program run by the Justice League, to put him into contact with another super-powered hero to provide guidance. To help him get used to his powers.

Maybe take him on a few training runs.

Danny let it happen, and kept his ghost form a secret from his mentor as well. He knew that if he went full ghost, the powers he was already displaying would be magnified, and that terrified him.

Danny didn't use his ghost form at all if he could help it. He didn't like the concept of what it was, didn't like that it stripped him of his humanity, didn't like how it felt just as natural to him as his human form. What if he got stuck one day?

What if he used his powers so much, that he died for real?

The potential strength of his own powers scared him so much that his mentor spotted it, and Danny told a very abridged version of why he was so delicate with his own powers; that he'd gotten them from dying. That all of them were a form of death magic. That if he leaned too far into them, would he lose himself?

He didn't know.

He didn't want to find out.

He couldn't bring himself to tell his mentor about his ghost form, not wanting them to grieve a person still very much there.

His mentor, while not agreeing with fearing what was a part of him, did agree to take it slow with their trainings, so as not to overwhelm the fourteen year old.

But superheroes lead turbulent lives.

Danny and his mentor are on a training trip, and one of the mentors villains shows up. But the villain has a new tactic; they have a way to deflect all of Danny and his mentor's abilities.

Or at least the villain thinks they do.

Danny realizes that if he wants to get out of this alive, then ironically, he's going to have to die.

"...I have to win, right? No matter the cost." Danny mutters, dragging himself up.

"No. No, whatever you're about to do, don't!"

Danny ignores his mentor and, with a bright flash of light, lets the cool calm of death wash over him.

Danny goes ghost, in front of his mentor.

Danny's mentor just watched the kid under their watch get consumed by the powers he'd so feared.

Danny, due to being illegal because he exists, along with many other things, does not like cops. He makes a youtube channel that youtube can't take down, where he, as a ghost in full view of everyone, stalks and narrates cops like he's Steve Irwin.

~~~~~~

"Right, watch as the pig, in it's natural habitat, eats another donut. Like all other members of this particular swine family, they need to refuel constantly, to keep up energy to hunt minorities. They're unique in the animal kingdom, because they hunt for the pure thrill of it, as opposed to doing it for food. Watch now as it devours it's fourth donut in a row."

Dick was trying to ignore the glowing meta that was recording him eating donuts in his uniform.

His little brother was Tim. This was nothing. He could ignore it.

The meta kid's stomach grumbled, as he was going on about how the donut shop was a cop-sorry, pig's-natural environment.

Dick sighed.

"If you knock it off I'll buy you donuts for yourself."

Sam wants to be disowned, but it won't happen unless she does something big. So she, Danny, and Tucker set up a fake "cheater" scenario.

It's well known that Sam and Danny are dating. It's less well known that Sam, Danny, and Tucker are dating.

Tucker is the newest addition to their love life, having agreed that he wanted to take that step. That being said, the only ones who know that it's now a polycule instead of a couple are the three of them.

So.

Danny and Tucker stage having a makeout session at a Charity Function in Star City, and Sam pretends to walk by while they're doing that.

Sam.

Goes.

Ballistic.

She ruins the charity function; she breaks glass, flips tables, punches the police when they show up, sets the decorative paper streamers on fire, thereby setting off the sprinkler system, and effectively smears her family's name in the dirt.

Could she have been the ones to disown her parents? Yes.

But she wants to be disowned by them.

That way they won't try to talk to her at all.

So she goes over the top, a little bit, in her efforts to ensure this.

She uses a little more liminal strength than she should have.

...

Black Canary and Green Arrow end up being the ones to restrain her.

Now she's in prison, definitely disowned, and Danny and Tucker are trying to bail her out.

"Your days of villainy end here," Wonder Woman declares, leveling her sword at Phantom.

She's heard from the locals that, while Phantom favors the form of a young boy, he is far older than even she. There are records going back centuries of his existence.

Phantom, however, looks confused.

"Villain....? Oh! Okay, you want to fight Dan! Yeah, lemme just go call him real quick."

"...Who?" Wonder Woman asks, now sharing the confusion.

But Phantom already has a phone out and is calling someone, promising that it won't be but a moment.

"Hey, so...yeah, I know you don't wanna talk to me but...no but someone wants to fight you...gimme a second to specify and I'll....Wonder Woman. Wonder Woman wants to 1v1 you."

Phantom holds the phone away from his ear as what can only be described as a triumphant war cry almost breaks the speaker.

Then it's just a dial tone.

Phantom smiles at her.

"Okay, he'll be here in like, four-"

"Fight me!" Another ghosts interrupts, landing in front of Phantom.

He's huge; bigger than Superman, with fire-like white hair and excited red eyes.

He looks very, very ecstatic for the opportunity to fight her.

And, well...Diana does love a good fight.

Very well!

She will fight this 'Dan' instead!

When Dick called home, begging to come back from his undercover work, he dialed the wrong number. He dialed Fentonworks phone.

Jack Fenton answered.

Jack Fenton sounds so much like Bruce at first listen if someone is tired and emotionally wrecked that Dick started going on his tangeant, pleading to come home.

Jack Fenton doesn't mind more kids at all! Neither does Maddie!

Jack tells him to come home and gives him the address to Fentonworks, and gets the guest room set up and ready to go.

Dick, finally arriving three days later, still sleep deprived and not all there, stares at the blimp on the building and starts to think he may have dialed the wrong number.

He doesn't have time to cry and go back, though, because Jack and Maddie Fenton whirlwind their way out the door and corral him into his new bedroom, treating him like he's always been their son and he's just been gone for awhile.

And Dick...Dick needs this. He's three steps from a mental breakdown, can't think past two sentences worth of planning, and he hasn't slept in who knows how long. He can regret later, right now, he'll take it.

He allows them to tuck him into bed, allows himself to fall asleep, and leaves the freaking out to a more awake him.

Danny, meanwhile, is having a little chat with a few of the ghosts that regularly follow Dick Grayson, and goes invisible and intangible to just...fly over to where this guy had been and steal the info he was after.

Because holy shit, that dude looks like he needs a break.

Or: Dick gets adopted as an adult by the Fentons instead of Bruce, and gets a really weird support network.

Jason feels bad for his new neighbor-the dude has no idea his spouses are criminals.

Daniel Manson-Foley is a perfectly ordinary guy.

He works at Wayne Enterprises in the R&D Department, goes out to the movies with his husband and wife every Saturday, can't cook but still tries, is stupidly in love with his husband and wife, and has zero ability to sense when he's in danger.

Seriously, Red Hood has had to save his ass so much it's become 'known' in Crime Alley that "Daniel Manson-Foley's spouses hired Red Hood to be a bodyguard".

Samantha Manson-Foley has no registered job, but she usually comes home covered in blood splatter with weapons hidden just under her coat.

Tucker Manson-Foley does freelance coding work, and Oracle has confirmed that he's virtually following his wife to wherever she goes and erasing all trace of her.

So Jason's pretty sure they're a hitman-couple; Tucker is the fixer and Samantha carries out the hits.

Damn does he feel bad for Daniel.

Or; Tucker is a freelance coder who writes some of the best security in the world, Sam is a heavily armed under the table Mortuary Cosmotologist who is in heavy demand, and Danny decided to have a legal paper trail so that if the GIW or his parents make him go missing it'll be easier for authorities to realize something is wrong. The resident vigilantes horribly misunderstand the nature of their lives.

Danny's rogues have been spreading a little misinformation.

In their defense, it was really funny.

They've been spreading the word via Ouija boards, seances, and any other attempt to speak with the dead that Phantom is the High King of Ghosts.

Except that position doesn't really exist.

Sure, they called Pariah Dark the King of Ghosts, but that was at his own request.

The Infinite Realms are vast, with many different cultures and lands, and there are a lot of Kings. It's not a special title, honestly, it's just the title used to delegate who, in a culture, has to put up with talking to the Observants.

So they decided to get the little shit back for stopping them from playing in the Living world. They're just tryna have fun!

And destroy stuff.

But destroying stuff is fun!

As is telling a shit ton of flesh puppet idiots that Phantom, that scrawny kid, is the "High King" of the Realms.

This resulted in him constantly getting summoned to cult summonings, running him ragged and giving them, his rogues, more time to play.

But uh.

Ember is starting to think they may have fucked up.

Because babypop just broke down into a sobbing, heaving panic attack at the sight of her.

She manages to get out of him that he hasn't slept in three days.

And like.

He's half living?

He's supposed to sleep more than that?

Yeah they fucked up.

Ugh.

She's gonna have to go talk to them, isn't she?

So that's how a meeting between Justice League and Justice League Dark gets interrupted by the ghost of a rock star, with a living teenager having one of the worst panic attacks any of them have seen in awhile cradled in her arms, asking Justice League Dark to invent an amulet that prevents Summonings.

It gets even funnier if this somehow gets Danny a date with Bruce and Damian has to live with the knowledge that he unintentionally aquired a new love interest for his father.

Damian has...borrowed one of father's Rolls Royces. It's fine, he's Robin; he knows how to drive. He's not incompetent, and he's going to prove it by taking a simple drive around the city.

Except that Grayson calls him, and won't stop talking, and when Damian hangs up Grayson just calls him again. And again. And again.

Damian takes his eyes off the road.

There's a loud thump, a crunching sound, something hits the windshield, and the car rocks.

Damian slams on the brakes.

He gets out of the car...and it appears that he's hit a man around father's age.

The car is very, very damaged. The man is very, very unconscious.

And as Damian hears a motorcycle pull up, an engine that he knows very well as he's heard Grayson drive it a million times, he knows that he is very, very much in a lot of trouble.

Or; Danny gets hit by Bruce Wayne's youngest son while going for a walk before going to work. His work at Wayne Enterprises. Yeah, he just got hit by his boss's son.

The nana in question needs to be Sams Grandma!!!

Damian didn't mean to. But looking at the horror on Batman's face, he also knows it doesn't matter.

Someone had managed to sneak up on him, immediately after a fight.

Damian, exhausted and wounded and ever so slightly drugged by fear toxin, reacted.

He'd spun around and run his katana through the attacker-but it wasn't an attacker. It was a civilian, who was staring down at the sword in his chest with a stunned expression.

The civilian looked up, blue eyes meeting Damian's through the mask.

"I was just..." The man trails off, dropping the first-aid kid he'd been carrying.

Damian knows his time as Robin is over.

Danny, on the other hand, can already feel his healing factor trying to kick in, and just needs to figure out how to convince Robin to remove the Katana so it can work without letting Batman know he's a meta.

Vulnerable Phantom

Some more (old)concept art about this phanfic. 😉

VP written by Deedy (He's got accounts onDeviantArt and Lofter). I help with character &scenery design, illustrating and sorts of things. 😜——————2019.04.04.

You know, it's not like I don't want to be more active here… 😂

this is definitely how I originally imagined it from the main post, but the “twins” Au version of this story is also really. I’m eagerly awaiting the next part, and hoping for Clark to show up soon. 👀☺️

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.

~~~~~~

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.

An absolute must share. I hope someone continues this 👀

"We should take Amity Park and put it somewhere else!" "...That is the dumbest smart idea I've ever heard."

The world is dying.

The GIW shot a nuke into the Ghost Zone, and now the world is paying for it.

Amity, however, is lasting the longest due to already being contaminated with Ecto.

Dash has an insanely dumb idea to save it.

Danny is just desperate enough to try it.

He manages to use a horrifying amalgamation of tech, time amulets, and magic bullshittery to actually move the city of Amity Park to a different dimension.

It, the entire city, has just crash landed (upright but crooked) a few miles down the road from Smallville.

And both boys absolutely get a kick out of it every time too. They think it’s the best thing ever, and will never tell her not too. The rest of the Justice League know it looks funky, but also, who in their right mind would tell WW that? 😂

Danny makes creative use of his intangibility. At, of course, the inconvenience of everyone else.

He's been denied entry into the Justice League yet again, but that's fine.

He's not angry.

Nope.

But like, he is feeling like getting a little bit of revenge. Not angry revenge, which would be totally different.

But...petty.

He wants petty revenge.

And he knows where the Watchtower is.

So he makes it his mission to sneak into the Watchtower, over and over and over again, and while completely invisible and intangible, eat the inside of all the heroes treats and meals, so that all they're left with is a hollowed out shell.

Cakes? Just a shell. Sandwiches? Difficult but he manages to hollow those out too. Ice Cream? Just the outside. Spaghetti? Almost impossible, but he manages to do a swap instead; it's spaghetti laying on top of old cardboard. Anything inside of a wrapper? He eats it and leaves the wrapper.

ok, but like, YES! I want to see the drama and pandemonium that unfolds as all the heroes attempt to literally just, leave their world behind. Especially the ones who had close loved ones sent to Danny’s dimension by Waller. Like, the chaos as every single hero in the world (no, not just the important ones. All of them. I stand by this.) attempt to fight Waller for the portal gun. After all, what’s she going to do? Shoot them with it? Perfect! Then they can go be with Danny and the others. If not, then they manage to get the gun like they wanted and take care of it themselves. Either way, they get what they wanted. Of course, once they actually get their hands on the portal gun, they of course remember to bring all the important people still with them, I.e. Any and all family and friends that were willing to come. (which is also almost all of them, because, if Danny’s that close with the heroes, and watched many of their kids. You know dam well that he was close with their families too. There might be a friend of two that choose to stay behind though.)

Meanwhile, the citizens and governments are loosing it. What do you mean all the heroes are leaving?! Where are they going?! How are we supposed to survive without them?! This was Waller’s fault? Why have you doomed us?! And all this, meanwhile the world also looses literally, at least half the population. Nobody realized just how many heroes earth had until suddenly, they were gone.

Back in Amity Park, there’s another form of chaos brewing, because, where tf are all these people comming from? Their town is not big enough to house this many people. How do they all know Danny? Why do they act like they’ve known him for decades? Also, don’t they look suspiciously like those DC heroes?

Sam and Tucker just, like, fangirl/boying over all the heroes, and being absolutely gobsmacked to hear about his adventures. But also, every ones right, it really is starting to get quite crowded here. Maybe they can stay in the ghost zone? There’s plenty of space there? Que the heroes finding out that, not only is their dimension a whole comic book brand here (which, ooooh, that explains why he trusted us so easily early on-) and also, that he has a f- ton more powers here and is the King of the dimension of the dead, which also happens to connect any and all dimensions. Like, excuse me, what? He’s powerful enough to go toe to toe with the heavy hitters back home, and has been protecting his town form many, many attacks on the daily, by himself, for all these years? He became the Ghost King how now?! The entire town was taken to the ghost zone and he had to fight previous king, and has also fought beings fhaf are basically gods being based off of concepts. Tf?!

Danny fucking isekaied himself, and he's not super sure how to get back.

So Tucker, the nerd, is super into DC.

Danny?

Not so much.

Sure, he'll half-listen to Tucker's rants on DC, but he's not really up to date on what's going on in the DCU. Sue him, it's not something that ever really grabbed his attention.

Well, maybe it should have grabbed his attention.

Because he got shot with his parents newest invention, and woke up on the streets of Gotham.

He has no powers other than his healing factor and ability to see/talk to ghosts.

He barely knows what the fuck is going on, but he does know about all the fucked up possibilities Tucker won't shut up about (Injustice, court of owls, that weird Owlman instead of Batman thing, something about the green lanterns being possessed, vampires or zombies or hell, maybe both? The list goes on and fucking ON), so he's pretty sure he knows the danger signs to look out for.

He just has to avoid any superheroes, at all, and get the hell out of Gotham as soon as possible.

Except that he's uh.

He's a little before Tucker's reading, he thinks?

Batman literally just debuted the night before, and there's only a few glimpses of the Man of Steel.

But it's fine! It's fine.

Danny just has to...somehow get back home?

...What city was the Flash in again?

Ok, but now I absolutely need to read a fic where Diana adopts Danny and Billy. Like, just… it’s perfect. Both Danny and Billy know about the Greek mythos (Billy’s gods and for Danny I sight Pandora), and also, Diana’s just the right mix of chaotic but will still reign them in-

Danny makes creative use of his intangibility. At, of course, the inconvenience of everyone else.

He's been denied entry into the Justice League yet again, but that's fine.

He's not angry.

Nope.

But like, he is feeling like getting a little bit of revenge. Not angry revenge, which would be totally different.

But...petty.

He wants petty revenge.

And he knows where the Watchtower is.

So he makes it his mission to sneak into the Watchtower, over and over and over again, and while completely invisible and intangible, eat the inside of all the heroes treats and meals, so that all they're left with is a hollowed out shell.

Cakes? Just a shell. Sandwiches? Difficult but he manages to hollow those out too. Ice Cream? Just the outside. Spaghetti? Almost impossible, but he manages to do a swap instead; it's spaghetti laying on top of old cardboard. Anything inside of a wrapper? He eats it and leaves the wrapper.

The sun, the center of the solar system...is about to go Supernova.

And there's nothing the Justice League can do to stop it.

As far as they can tell, it's magic. The magic probably relates to something Darkseid had said the last time they fought him, something about having more than one method of victory.

They don't have time to dive into it.

The Lantern Corps are going from planet to planet, pleading for anyone to accept Earth Refuges. The Justice League is working with all World Governments to make sure that people are ready for planetary evacuation.

The sun grows brighter. And hotter. And bigger.

Planets start to veer a little off course. The Earth's moon comes far close to the planet than it's supposed to.

Tsunamis are starting to happen instead of high tide. Earthquakes are becoming a norm. The increased mass and heat is ruining the delicate balance their system has, and if the Lantern Corps doesn't find a place soon, then they'll have to send everyone they can in random directions, and just hope they survive.

Then, on the morning where it's do or die, where whether or not the Lantern Corps found a place humanity would have to leave regardless, the sun...turns off.

Then it comes back on.

It looks normal.

The readings come back normal.

The planets, which had started to be pulled off course, are back in their original positions. The moon is just as far away as it's always been. In fact, the dates on their computers all read three days earlier.

Like they'd been thrown back in time.

As one, Earth realizes that it must have been the Flash that saved them. After all, that's the hero that can and will go through time if needed!

Flash is hailed as a hero, but...he didn't do this?

He asks his family.

None of them did this.

In Illinois, Danny rushes out of his parent's basement...and sees that it worked. Clockwork held up his end of the deal.

Time has been reversed by a few days, from before the moon was dragged closer. The replacement sun is functioning just fine.

As a baby Ancient, one that wasn't even fully dead yet, he'd been worried that he'd fucked it up. But no, the new sun he grew looks like it's doing fusion perfectly normally, happily chugging away in the sky.

Everything will be okay.

Now, Danny has to uphold his end of the deal.

Everything has a price. The Infinite Realms lost out on a lot of souls from what Danny just did, after all. It's only fair he offer something in return.

He has to move into the Infinite Realms, permanently, and accept his apparently earned title of High King.

The last thing he's allowed to do on Earth is to give his summoning sigil to a man named John Constantine, along with a note from Clockwork.

Or; Earth was super doomed, no way out, and Clockwork hated that. So he broke the rules. He accepted a deal with Danny, helped him make a new sun, spun time backwards, and had Danny sign a contract saying the boy would give up his life in the mortal world once it was done. That way, at least as far as the Observants are concerned, an equal price is being paid. Then, he sent the boy to Constantine. He told Danny it's because he wants the man to have his summoning sigil. It's actually because if anyone can bamboozle and loophole Danny out of this contract, it's John Fucking Constantine, and the note he told Danny to give him is asking the man to do just that.

Tim takes a prank too far. This is, of course, relatively normal for him to not know when it is normal to stop playing along.

Damian makes yet another quip about Tim not being good enough or whatever, Tim doesn't really know he wasn't really paying attention, and Tim.

Tim has an epiphany.

A long time ago, back when Young Justice was still relatively new and getting neck-deep in intergalactic and interdimensional trouble, he'd made a friend.

That friend is a little difficult to get ahold of, and he hates the method he has to use to do so, so he doesn't usually reach out.

But he really, really wants to fuck with Damian.

He brings out the mangled, horrible amalgamation of old tech, future tech, and fantasy tech that creates a block that could vaguely be a cell phone (this horrid thing is the bane of his existence and he hates it so fucking much), and makes the call.

"Hey is there anyway you could pretend to kidnap me after a long, boring monologue broadcasted across Gotham? I really need you to state that the reason you're 'getting me out of the way' is because I was the best Robin. No, I'm not Robin anymore. No, I'm...I'm Red Robin now. Stop laughing. What do you mean restaurant chain?! Danny. Danny. Come on, lemme take a week long vacation in the Realms. Please? Sweet, see you soon, just gotta let me pack real quick."

That night, as Red Robin is out on patrol, the sky turns into a sickly green. Purple fog rolls in, disjointed whispers giggle and gossip from mouths unseen, and every single screen in the city of Gotham is forcibly turned on to broadcast the speech of a white haired, fae-looking villain.

He wears a black and white jumpsuit, a Green Lantern Ring that keeps glitching out the camera focus around it, and a crown of ice that moves like fire.

He give a grand speech about how he's going to get back at Robin, for foiling his plans. That Robin was better than his any other who has ever borne the name, and he wanted it to be known to the world that this was an honorable battle he'd had to struggle with. That, regardless of losing the first time, in order to ensure the success of his plans this time he's going to take Robin out of the picture early.

The Bats get prepared to defend Damian with their life, Damian who is strangely flattered; only for the villain to hold up a seemingly unconscious Red Robin and dramatically disappear into a green portal.

The sky goes back to normal, and the fog and whispers go away.

Damian is pissed. Then worried. Then both.

He will rescue the fool and prove he is superior.

Meanwhile, Danny and Tim are catching up and vibing as Danny puts the Ring of Rage and Crown of Fire back in their special places. He doesn't need them or anything, they just had that 'villain' vibe he'd needed.

Kon falls into the ocean, exhausted, and genuinely doesn't think this is going to end well for him. He's gonna faint in the middle of the ocean, where he'll sink to where the sun can't reach him. He won't be able to do the weird photosynthesis thing he and Kal do in space. He's gonna drown. Then he's, like, suddenly Prince Eric? From the Little Mermaid? But the Mermaid is way hotter and also a dude.

He's underwater, and very deep. He can feel himself fading out, black creeping along the edge of his vision.

Then, there's movement.

A very large mermaid - sorry, merdude - with glowing green freckles and crystalline, snowy hair. He's roughly the size of an Orca, and has the coloration of one aside from the freckles and vivid, glowing green eyes.

The merdude reaches out, very gently cradles Kon in his hands, and Kon's exhaustion catches up to him. Kon blacks out.

Kon wakes up on a California beach, alone.

He immediately tries to reach out to Aquaman; he's gotta find that merguy and uh...thank him. Maybe ask him out. He's not sure how he'd date someone the size of an Orca Whale, but he's Superboy; he'll figure it out.

~~~~~~

Aquaman has no idea what Superboy is talking about; there is no race of mer that large. He'd know, he's the King of Atlantis. Superboy keeps telling him he's wrong, though.

And the more he looks into it, the more he's hearing rumors of a very large, very ancient mer that spends their time lounging around old shipwrecks.

A mer that disappears the second anyone tries to approach them.

A ghost.

Or; Danny was lazing about in the ocean, searching for treasure from sunken ships (Sam said he needed a hobby), using his larger, slightly more eldrich ghost form with the tail. Call him cringe, but it feels more fitting to be in the ocean with that form. Makes him feel all majestic and the like. He comes across a hero floating in the ocean. One he vaguely recognizes as a member of Young Justice? They're in like...California. Somewhere. He decides to play taxi. There are consequences. One of those consequences may or may not be a date.