#DPxDCShipWeek2023
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With chaos brings Justice
My last entry for the DpxDCshipweek, sad I couldn't get through it in it entirety, but happy I made some for it at all!
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Cw: implied/referenced torture
John Constantine was a man of few pleasures. He liked booze, nights with a full bed and belly, and keeping his head attached to his shoulders.
So when he felt a surge of chaos magic flood the board room of the Justice League Watchtower one long morning into their bi-monthly meeting that for some reason he decided to show up to, he felt any chance of him recovering this day with booze or food leave the solar system entirely.
Before the other Leaguers even felt the pressure change that came with teleporting magics John was on his feet, readying a defence spell just in case who (or what) decided to attack first, talk second. ‘Course the other gits just saw him knock back his chair with a flask of whatever he’d poured himself last night and thought for a second he was trollied.
He always loved it when the other blokes did that. Fuckin’ hell, where was Zatanna when you needed her?
He would’ve cracked a smile when the rest of them finally got the memo that sumthin’ foul was afoot, but John was too focused on the fact that he recognized the magic to try and play this off as anything but deadly serious. Why was he the only one here that was able to deal with this particular brand of chaos? Why couldn’t he have bloody stayed home like all the other bloody times he’d missed a meeting?
The magic was perceptible now, a swirling red cloud hovering over the conference table like it might start raining blood, a static in the air, the smell of lamp oil and chaos magic making John's nose twitch. There wasn’t any use in trying to fool himself as a figure formed in the cloud, and any trace of those lovely effects of his bevvy of choice went straight out the airlock.
A pale-faced child emerged from the mist, curly black hair with two styled points partially obscuring a set of beady black eyes that looked down their nose at the group surrounding the table.
“Klarion,” the teen turned to John, expression unusually flat. The witch boy Hadn’t yet said anything, and his blasted familiar kept its place on his shoulder, hissing but not leaping into action.
Now that John got a good look at the chaos magic user he almost wanted to look surprised. Klarion had changed his style; no longer was he dressed in puritan settler chic, now he wore dark jeans with black converse, a white t-shirt with the runic symbol for creation in red, and a black sleeveless overcoat. It looked grunge, and John could almost appreciate it.
Almost.
“Now what does the infamous Witch Boy need that he’s ‘ported in 'on our lovely gathering?” John asked, seeing as the teen (an’ he looked like a proper teen now, didn’ he?) wasn’t feeling especially chatty. His defensive spell was almost complete, if John could just keep the lil shit distracted for a little longer-
“Stupid heroes, I have come because I have a task for you,” the Witch boy announced, looking like he sucked a lemon while saying it.
John could see a few others in the room looking at each other in confusion, but he kept his eyes firm on the brat in front of him. “Oh? An’ what task would require our services, oh mighty mage?”
The Witch Boy’s eyes narrowed at him, clearly not liking the sarcasm in his tone. Surprisingly, to him at least, Klarion turned to Superman, not falling to the taunt like he would’ve before.
“Someone I respect has been captured by the American government, and while I would have no problem raising the place to the ground myself-” more than a few of the heroes present tense at that, “-this person would only find more trouble in me doing so.”
Now that brought up a nice heap of questions for the surrounding men in tights. Why, or better yet how does Klarion know someone that needs help from the Justice League. Someone who he apparently respects enough to go for help from a group of stuffy adults with sticks shoved so far up their-
"And why should we help you?" The big ol' Bat asks what's on the tip of everyone's tongues.
Klarion turns to the Caped Crusader with the most serious expression John had ever seen on the Witch Boy. "Because the High King of the Dead needs help escaping the living, and you guys love to make sure this stupid plane of existence doesn't fall to war."
~~~~~
"You seriously aren't helping, Witch Boy!" Danny calls out to the cackling teenager as he evades yet another tentacle from the thing coming out of the side of a large floating island. More of a mountain, really, but Danny's a little too tied up to care.
"Hit 'em again!" The pale-faced teen on the sidelines jeered as the ghost boy shot off another volley of ectoblasts towards what he's starting to dub as a hermit-ectopus. Grimacing, Danny did just that, raining a hail of green towards the writing mass of tentacles, finally pushing the thing back in its cave enough so that he could seal the entrance with ice.
With that out of the way, Danny could finally take a breather. He put his hands on his knees for stability as he panted, annoyed. Ancients curse that stupid Witch Boy, he may not need to breathe in this form, but that was one hell of a workout.
The cackling to his left was finally starting to die down, but not before he heard the idiot making his way closer. One final exhale and he straightened back up, giving the other teen a side glare Mr. Lancer would be proud of.
"Give me one good reason I shouldn't soup you right now, cat boy," he demanded with a scowl as he crossed his arms.
"'Cause you still need me to help you get that stupid antidote for your stupid friends!" Klarion quipped back immediately, smug smirk stuck on his face. "Besides, it's not like your weak little can'll be able to do anything to me."
"You're the one who poisoned them in the first place," he sneered back, letting his hatred of the other boy leak out through his aura while trying not to worry himself over Sam and Tucker back home.
Klarion got closer, smirk growing menacingly wider, "Well who was the ghost that kept ignoring me? This is your fault and you know it."
Danny said nothing, just punched Klarion in the face before flying off into the mountain grumbling, leaving the Witch Boy to deal with the blood falling onto his tie by himself.
~~~~~
"Constantine, what do you know about this 'High King of the Dead'?" Batman asked after pulling the mage into the hall. They had left Superman to deal with the details and negotiations. He's always been better at that.
"Not much, Batsy," John sighed, really wishing he could pull out a smoke. If it weren't for those blasted 'no smoking' rules the furry in front of him enforced, he'd be chugging like a train right 'bout now.
Batman simply glared at the man for a moment before John got the unsaid ‘well, get on with it’. “Alright, alright, I do know some things, but I don’t know how useful they’ll be!”
“Explain.”
John sighed, “Not much information about the ruling body of the dead gets through to the realm of the living, that whole ‘dead men tell no tales’ bit. What I know of a King of the dead was that he was a right bastard that wanted his cake and e’ryone else's. Got locked in some coffin or what have you by his ruling court, and hasn’t been heard from for about two millennia ‘til the new one came about.”
“And this new king, is he anything like the last one?”
Before John could confirm or contradict the question a sharp laugh came from the other side of the conference doors. The two detectives looked at each other before heading back in, Klarion watching from his seat on the table as they rejoined the group.
“The new High King of the Dead is nothing like the last one,” the Witch Boy stated with a sneer.
Batman turned to Superman, asking with a silent tilt of the head. He got a head shake and shrug in return. “We were talking about why he would need us specifically when he just started laughing.”
“Oh?” The occult detective spoke up, “And what makes you say that? If you respect him he must be pretty similar, eh? Why do you or him need our help?”
Klarion looked down, a pinched expression taking over his face. “He’s nothing like me. He’s good.”
~~~~~
Wind tore through Danny’s hair as he flew up to the massive Vortex rampaging through mid- America. He could barely see five feet in front of him before a tree or the rare car nearly takes him out of the sky. Klarion’s magic could be seen on his ten o’clock, trying to stop the raging wind before it throws something at him too. Danny dove to grab onto the magic caster, turning him intangible before the broad side of a barn could crash into him.
“What did you even do to make him this angry‽” Danny yells over the wind, pulling the concentrating Witch boy to another spot so they could be harder to hit. It doesn’t help, as half a tree still nearly decapitates them.
“Absolutely nothing!” Klarion ground back through his teeth, “He just started chasing me through the Realms! I thought I could lose him in this plane but he just followed me!”
Another tree sailed their way, and Danny had to drag the other teen out of its path. He shot a volley of ectoblasts at some clumps of dirt launching themselves at them, breaking them up before they were close enough to hit them.
“How long ‘til your spell finishes‽” Danny asks, throwing more ectoblasts into the swirling vortex of carnage. The tornado consumes them greedily, returning fire with debris from an old storage barn it had picked up.
“Not fast enough!” Klarion shouts back, now flying under his own power as the harder parts of the spell conclude.
They weave through projectiles after that, Danny obliterating the larger objects thrown their way so Klarion could focus more on his spell. They were at least lucky enough that they had lured Vortex out to farm country, where they could easily provoke him out of the way of any towns. That left just the crops and their tools for the weather ghost to throw.
At least, until Danny spotted some larger buildings.
“Better speed that spell up, Witch Boy!” Danny urged, realizing they were heading towards the city, and fast.
“I’m going as fast as I can!” Was all the other teen could retort as he ground his teeth further, doubling his efforts anyway. Red light swirled fiercely around the pale boy, encircling him and his familiar before suddenly launching outwards to wrap around the tornado. The wind picked it up easily, quickly turning the angry winds and clouds above a sickening blood red colour. A triumphant grin spreads across Klarion’s face at the turn of events, a giggle bubbling up before being stolen by the wind. Danny would almost be scared at the situation if it were him that smile was going against, but right now he was just a little relieved.
Klarion spoke one final word to his spell, and with it the red smoke pulsed bright, lighting up the whole cloud before the funnel just disappeared, leaving some dark yet still clouds above them. Danny could only stare at the sight in awe.
“What did you do dude?” He asked, noticing the odd change in the air around them. It was strangely still, almost-
“I froze the air in place, of course,” Klarion huffed hotly, and Danny turned his awed gaze to the teen next to him.
“You froze the air?”
“Well,” Klarion’s cheeks started to gain an almost normal complexion as his blush rose at the attention. “It’s not frozen frozen, but I made it so it wouldn’t move. So yes, I froze the air.”
When Danny didn’t move or change his expression Klarion’s blush only grew. Teekl gave a lax “meow” from the Witch Boy’s shoulders, breaking Danny’s trance and allowing Klarion the time to unruffle his proverbial feathers. The witch Boy coughed lightly in his hand as he turned away.
“Teekl’s right, shouldn’t you be doing your job now? I’ve done all the hard work, pick up the slack Ghost Boy.” Only his familiar saw the light green blush spread over the ghosts cheeks before he gave a nod and flew off towards where he could sense the weather spirit.
“Meow,” Teekl commented playfully.
Klarion blushed harder, “Oh shut up you hairball.”
~~~~~
The Javelin was speeding into earth's atmosphere towards the Americas, half of the Leaguers who had been in the meeting previously plus one chaos mage nestled inside. They had decided an impromptu rescue mission was in order, despite some worries of the Witch Boy leading item into a trap.
Batman remedied this by keeping Superman on standby, Shazam on call, and taking Manhunter with them to catch any lies the teen might be telling them.
The plane was dead quiet, and it was honestly making Hal antsy, especially sitting so close to someone they consider an enemy. His solution? Small talk.
“So,” the green lantern drawled as he swiveled his chair to face the teen. “From the way you talk about this King it sounds like you have something a little more than ‘respect’ for the guy. Care to elaborate?”
Klarion gave the Green Lantern a long side eye, making Hal even antsier in his seat. Seriously, how can a kid this dorky be this creepy?
A terse meow from the cat in the boy’s lap and the stare broke, and suddenly Hal felt he could breathe again. Klarion sighed heavily, like the topic exhausted him before he even started, but before Hal could rescind his words the Witch Boy was talking.
“The King of the Dead and I have known each other for a few years now,” he started. “And while at the beginning we were basically at each other's throats, after his coronation we figured out we didn’t really want to be enemies anymore. Looking back we had probably already decided that without saying anything, but it just got awkward to think about after.”
“This king was crowned recently?” Batman asked from his place at the wheel.
“Within the last three years, if I remember right,” Klarion replied flippantly. The Bat nodded, taking his focus back to flying to their charted destination. Not wanting more stifling silence, Hal picked the conversation back up.
“If you’ve known the King of the Dead for over three years you guys must be pretty close, huh?”
The Witch Boy huffed, “Yes, you could say that.”
“So could you maybe tell us more about him? What’s he like? Does he have a hobby? Don’t leave us hanging man!” Hal was encroaching on a jeer with his tone, though he died down quickly at the flat stare he received from both mage and familiar. If Diana hadn’t spoken up he might've been afraid of turning into a toad.
“I am also curious, Klarion. You haven’t told us much about someone you seem to care greatly over, anything you could tell us about them would help us settle whatever dealings they have with the American government.” At the moment the princess mentioned the government Teekl was on alert, Klarion’s expression soured with the change.
“The ‘dealings’ they have with your stupid higher powers is that they want to hunt his kind for sport and resources,” He spat, to the astonishment of the league members. Bruce and Diana shared a glance from the front seats, dread seeping into Bruce’s gut at the news.
“Could you explain that further? We need to know if we want to fix this,” Diana asked more seriously, motioning for Hal to take her seat as copilot so she could focus more on the conversation at hand.
(Hal was thankful for the distraction.)
“Your government,” the teen hissed, eyes glinting dangerously red before settling back to their eerie black. “Has been trying to catch Phantom since before I met him. They’ve deemed anything that holds ectoplasm in their body as unfeeling and mindless, and deemed them worthy of extermination and experimentation.”
“That can’t be legal, non-humans are protected under the Metahuman rights acts.” Diana comments with a frown.
Klarion rolls his eyes at the princess, “Everyone says that when they hear it, but I assure you, Phantom has talked my ear off about the Anti-ecto acts more times than I care to count. They’re real, and heavily enforced.”
Diana gave a sidelong glance to the front of the ship, noticing Batman already searching for these ‘acts’ while ever so slightly speeding up their flight. It was worrying that even Bruce didn’t know about this, considering his incessant need to keep up with things that could inevitably cause harm to those he wants to protect. She left that for him to deal with, refocusing the conversation back to lighter topics. “You mentioned ‘Phantom’, is this the king’s name?”
The Witch Boy gave a small hum, hand moving to idly stroke Teekl’s fur as they settled with the change of topic. “He told me it was originally the name he chose for himself when he started protecting his little town, and by the time he was crowned the ghosts all knew him by that name and it stuck.”
“Oh? The king is a hero?” Aside from Deadman, she had never heard of any spirits calling themselves heroes. Though it wasn’t entirely a surprise that another spirit wished to help others from beyond the grave.
Another hum from the teen in front of her, face reading more thoughtful as he presumably went back to the first time they had met. “Yes, he was doing something incredibly stupid, though he called it ‘heroic’ at the time. I still don’t see why he needed to destroy that artifact after he rewrote reality, but then again he was still a boy when he did that.”
…
“Pardon?” Diana said, stunned. Klarion either didn't notice the stunned silence he had created or didn’t care as he continued.
“After that I went to play with him every so often, sometimes playing a few pranks so he would stop ignoring me. He absolutely hated me when we first started, but I like to think I grew on him,” the Witch Boy gave a smirk at the memory, still not noticing the silence in the shuttle.
She could feel Hal’s eyes on them, incredulity practically oozing from his seat in front of her. Instead of meeting the Green Lanterns with one that was sure to match, she looked to J’onn, who had quietly been assessing their guest the whole flight. He had his head cocked as he faced the teen, but nodded when Diana turned. The boy told no lies.
They might need to reassess this King of the Dead’s threat level.
~~~~~
A cacophony of cheers resound in the courtyard of Pariah’s Keep, now renamed officially to Phantom’s Fortress with the crowning of the new king. Danny peered out from beyond the curtain to the courtyard, his ascendance ceremony freshly ended and a crown of arora and ice twirling lazily over his snow white hair.
“I still can’t believe this many ghosts want me on the throne… I thought everyone hated me with the way I chase them out of Amity all the time…” He marveled to himself, still not quite believing what just happened. He was a King now. He had people to rule. And they actually liked him.
Though with the reputation of the last king, he supposed that a potato could’ve taken the throne and they would’ve been happy.
“Is it that hard to believe that maybe you aren’t that hard to like?” A voice jokes from behind the new king, and turning from his peeping spot he couldn’t help the grin that spread. Klarion was standing not too far behind him, one arm behind his back in the clothes they picked out together. He looked good, like he belonged in this century now, and even with his posture radiating nervous energy, Danny could tell he was a lot more comfortable in a t-shirt and jeans than that stuffy puritan suit.
“I was thinking those odds were in-phantasmal, but I guess the chance was higher than I thought. I’m glad you could make it.” His smile grew slightly at the pink tint to the Witch Boy’s ears, but he went against the thought of pointing out how cute it was.
Klarion scoffed, as though the notion of not coming was even something that crossed his mind. “As a lord of chaos, it would be remiss of me to not show up for the coronation of a potential fellow lord. Besides, you asked me to come specifically, it would be impolite to refuse.”
Danny gave a snort at the response, he knew very well that if the other teen didn’t want to be here he would’ve refused the invitation outright. It was nice not having to fight the other anymore, after the battle with Vortex they started fighting less and hanging out more, Danny could even take him to the mall now without a struggle. Sure, Klarion was still trapped in the past with his underground village, but slowly he was starting to relax, have some fun that didn’t destroy everything around him.
It was nice to hang out with someone he didn’t have to hold back with.
“So, is there a reason you’re just standing there awkwardly?” Danny asked, letting a chuckle escape at the flat stare he received. A year ago he would’ve gotten a magic blast to the face for that.
Instead Klarion sighed, eyes glancing around the ornate hall before sighing again. “I figured- I mean- I- ugh…” the Witch Boy kept stuttering before petering off into a grumble. Danny accidentally let another chuckle escape at how cute the other teen was being, causing said teen to glare a hole into the carpet, before letting out a growl. He stomped up to Danny, so close he had to back up a step or they would be in each other's personal space, and suddenly his vision was full of orange and purple with a spatter of red.
Another step back put the colours in focus. A bouquet of flowers was being thrust towards him by a furiously blushing Klarion, whose eyes were currently on a rather interesting vase.
“What are these for?” Danny asked as he relieved the bouquet from the others' vice grip.
“For you, to congratulate you on becoming king. The orange ones are lilies, the purple flowers are irises and gerberas, and the little red ones are bloody williams. The lady at the store said they say “I’m happy for your success” in flower language.” Klarion looked like he was ready to say more, he probably had a whole speech about these, but Danny just couldn’t get over the fact that one of the biggest (previous) pains in his ass just started blushing and gave him flowers.
“Thank you,” he said, cutting off whatever Klarion was rambling about with a genuine smile. Klarion stared for a second, before blinking and clearing his throat.
“Of course,” he replied, blush spreading all the way down his neck.
~~~~~
The Javelin touched down a ways off of a squat white building. It was rather nondescript, save for the perimeter fencing circling the compound lined with guards.
“This is the place?” Batman asked tersely as they disembarked the plane. None of the armed men had seen them yet, it would give them the advantage in the infiltration.
“I wouldn’t lie to you about something so important,” the Witch Boy replied, narrowing his eyes at the compound before them. He could feel Danny in there, the strange mix of life and death energies radiating off the half-ghost was an ever present comfort to the Witch boy by now, and he was especially glad for it now.
He wouldn’t have been able to find him so quickly without it.
“I sense something heavy in the compound,” Manhunter noted with a frown.
Batman, ever the detective, wanted to know more, “Elaborate.”
The martian’s face twisted as he focused, reaching out with his mind to better read the heavy -no, oppressive- cloud that covered the compound, before gasping, recognition and anguish passing over as he physically recoiled. Green Lantern was there to steady him by the shoulders before he could so much as stumble.
“What did you feel?” The Dark Knight compelled once it was clear there were no lasting effects of his reaching out.
“Pain,” he replied shakily. “So much pain and suffering, hanging over the building like a fog. It is unnaturally powerful, if I hadn’t known beforehand, I would assume an entire city was under attack and not a single building.”
The Dark Knight said nothing, simply taking what was said to heart. He moved forward with purpose, but before he could get too far a hand held him back. “Wait.”
Batman looked down at the chaos mage, a single hand splayed out over his chest. “You need to know some things before I take you in there.”
The miniscule tilt of the taller man’s cowl was all Klarion needed to continue. “The facility is phase proof, the martian won’t be able to density shift through the walls, and the nature of their weapons are similar to Green Lantern’s constructs. You won’t get hurt badly if they hit you, but I’ve been told they burn.” All vital things to know. Batman's strategy would have to account for this, but he could still sense something from the teen, and so kept quiet.
“And when we find Phantom? Get every agent you can out of there. He doesn’t like senseless killing, but I will not leave that building standing.”
Batman gave a single nod, and with that Klarion enveloped the five in the red mist of his magic.
∆•∆•∆•∆
The plan was rather simple, Wonder Woman and Green Lantern were to be dropped off at the entrance to the building as a distraction and to round up the agents while Klarion, Manhunter and Batman were to use Klarion’s magic to infiltrate and locate the King. Klarion’s mist acted as a memetic, letting the gaze of the agents fall past them on their way through the building as they ran deeper to where he could feel Danny. They had to be careful to not touch anyone though, as the moment they did they would be able to see them.
“Why can’t you teleport us in?” Baman asked as they rounded another stark white corner into another stark white hall.
“Death energies, do strange things to magic,” Klarion panted his reply. He was not used to actually running, and he couldn’t figure out why some humans actually liked doing the activity. “With so much, charged death and ectoplasm in the air, better to not cause an explosion. So soon.”
Another swerve and he could feel Danny more, could almost taste that distinct flavour of citrus and menthol, the strange combination of ectoplasm and life that surrounded his ghost. The smell of citrus was strong though, and Klarion was desperately hoping he wasn’t too late with this rescue. The first real good thing he tries to do and he ends up a moment too late.
“The source of the pain is drawing nearer,” Manhunter informs them as they pass a windowed room. Batman breaks off to take a look inside, calling to the other two to keep going. Klarion never stopped.
One more corner and the acidic sour smell of citrus was assaulting their noses, and they started passing doors more resembling operating room entrances than offices. Lights were still on over a few as they passed, and Klarion made sure to snake a coil of mist into those that did, leaving screams and indistinct, cut off pleas in their wake. Those ones especially could rot in hell for all he cared, the smell of everdeath roiled off those rooms, alluding to whatever horrors might have been performed in them. He knew only a fraction of the ectoplasm spilt in there was from the one he cherished, but that made them no less guilty.
The final turn led them to a hall lined with a different type of door, these ones steel grey tinted green. Klarion loathed to see the colours he associated with his spirit used in a mockery against him, keeping Danny away from him. He stalked down, using his magic to blow every door off its hinges as he passed until he hit the one his beloved was in. Turning to face it, he held up his hand, willing his magic to grasp it and tear it from the wall, throwing it down the hall and uncaring what was in the way.
Emotion charged ectoplasm rolled out of the small cell, settling around their feet like fog and weakly intermingling with klarion’s magic.
The sight made the mage want to puke. And weep. And decimate this measly world that would dare touch his soul like this.
Were it not for the Martian's presence he just might have.
Danny was there, shackled to the wall with chains at his wrists and ankles, head weighed heavy by the collar around his neck and the fucking muzzle on his face. The ghost made no move to the light that now filtered into the space, he hung limply from his chains, lifelessly. Only the faint glow around Danny’s frame gave away that he was not yet truly ended.
But the green.
A shaky breath from behind the mage reminded him where he was, and he urgently entered the room. He went to work on the manacles, seemingly seamless, but with one whispered word they were releasing Danny into his arms.
“Is he?..” The martian started, too afraid to finish the sentence lest it become a reality.
“No,” Klarion breathed out shakily. “No he’s still… He’ll recover.” He has to.
“He’s so young,” Manhunter observed with a pained face as Klarion lowered to the floor of the cell, turning the ghost so he could hold him by the shoulders while he worked on getting his ankles freed.
“He was even younger when he started,” with Danny's ankles freed, all that was left was the inhibitor collar and that damned muzzle. He did away with the muzzle first, desperate to see his cherished spirit's face. No magic was needed for it, thankfully, just a simple lock keeping it around the halfa’s face. Klarion gingerly removed the offending device, tossing it at a wall and making a note of obliterating it before he left. There were already chafe marks around Danny’s cheeks and on his nose, green and nearly raw from it pressing his jaw shut.
How long has he been here for them to look so raw?
Klarion had only been away for two months at the most, off on some insignificant errand after finding the piece of an artifact drifting in the Realms. Insignificant because apparently while he was away, his cherished one had gotten captured trying to save one of his people from this moronic group. When he had finally returned, he had to be informed about his capture. The rage he felt then… He hopes Danny wouldn’t be too mad at him for the damage he caused to the Fortress.
A breathy groan followed by a sharp intake of breath and subsequent coughing brought Klarion out of his what if spiral. Danny was waking up, bleary eyed and confused at first -no doubt concerning his orientation- but a few seconds after the couches settled green eyes focused on black.
“Hey, Rion,” the ghost king gave a small watery smile. “Glad you could finally make it. How was your adventure?”
“Stupid ghost-” Klarion has to reel back the power he was putting behind his voice with a breath that came out more like a sob. “Do you know how worried I was when you weren’t in Amity? In the Fortress? I was away for two damn months and you almost got yourself ended Danny!”
Danny gave a chuckle that teetered into more of a cough as he weakly wiggled in Klarions lap. “They tried to grab Lunch Lady and Boxed Lunch, what was I supposed to do? It's my job as king to keep them safe-”
“NOT AT YOUR OWN EXPENSE YOU MORON!”
The outburst silenced the ghost with a small snap of his jaw, followed by a cut off groan at the soreness from its disuse. A light cough broke the tense silence, and Danny sat up slightly to see what made it, eyes immediately sharp with alertness for any possible danger. His eyes landed on Martian Manhunter and that sharpness melted away to confusion.
“Is that- why- Am I dreaming?” He stuttered, looking between the Justice leaguer and his lover. “Did I pass out so hard I’m actually dreaming my boyfriend came to save me with Martian Manhunter right now? Someone pinch me.” Klarion obliged the request and Danny yelped in pain. “Yep, okay, not a dream. Cool,” He whimpered, eyes now glued to the martian.
Klarion went back to the task of freeing the ghost from his restraints, but hesitated before taking the collar off. “Do you have enough power to stay in this form if I take this off you?” He asked cautiously.
Danny looked down, trying to see the band of metal around his neck, but quickly gave up with a sigh. “Probably not, it's taking most of my energy just to stay awake and talk right now.” He looked ashamed to say it, but Klarion was relieved to get a straight answer about his condition for once.
“I’ll leave it on until we get you somewhere safe then,” Klarion whispered before readjusting his hands and standing up with the ghost boy bridal-style. The energy must have been draining from his cherished, as he only jolted at the movement. He could see Danny's eyes getting heavy, his head pitching forward before righting itself a few more times.
“You’ll be there when I wake up… Right?” The Ghost boy asked, voice slurring with the effort to remain conscious. Klarion nodded once as he kissed the ghost's forehead -warmer than it should be- and walked back out of the cell. “Of course, my spirit. Rest.”
One more wobbly nod and the ghost’s eyes closed. Klarion straightened, reigniting his magic with the help of Teekl and pushing it to blow the rest of the cell doors off their hinges. A few other ghosts floated out, and Manhunter helped a few more into the hall. They left slowly, with magical fire crackling in the prison that once held his spirit, catching the ectoplasm alight as the Witch Boy’s face contorted.
∆•∆•∆•∆
The trip back to the Javelin was shorter than the trip into the facility, without the need to be covert they were able to retrace their steps through the building at a much faster pace. Batman regrouped with them just before the exit, and out in the grounds Green Lantern and Wonder Woman had done a great job of distracting and subduing most of the agents. One of them must have gone in and rounded up the scientists too, because they were tied up in a neat little pile a ways off.
Good, he could burn this place to the ground without worry then.
Klarion didn’t stop his stride out the compound as his magic spread to lick the walls, fire sparking to life where it touched. He didn’t stop to watch as the fire spread up the walls unnaturally fast, as it spread into the building through the holes it was melting in the reinforced glass. He didn’t pause when an explosion hit the air, the fire most likely finding the medical wing or the weapons vault.
Klarion only stopped once Danny was securely in the small medbay of the Javelin, held securely in place for takeoff.
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Danny came to slowly, letting the ectoplasm of the Ghost Zone fill his lungs as he breathed deeply… Wait. Ectoplasm? Ghost Zone?? Lungs???
Screw waking up slowly, Danny bolted up from wherever he was sleeping… and immediately regretted it. A massive headache assaulted his senses, along with about a dozen other aches and pains from his capture, most notably his jaw and starving stomach. Still, assessing the situation came before anything else, so he tried to make himself vertical despite his body's protests. Until a hand on his chest stopped him.
Klarion met his bleary eyed confusion with a stern stare. He pushed down once more and this time Danny didn’t protest the movement. “It wasn’t a dream?” Danny croaked out, only a little bit surprised at how dry his voice sounded.
“No it wasn’t a dream,” Klarion replied softly as he pressed a straw to Danny's lips. He was grateful for the first full drink of water he’d gotten in… he doesn't remember how long.
“And Martian Manhinter? Was he real too then?” Danny asked when his throat no longer felt like sandpaper. Klarion hummed an affirmative as he put the cup back on the nightstand, idly stroking Teelke with his offhand. He takes a second to process that before he nearly bolts up again, startling the familiar and mage alike.
“Is the Justice League here‽‽”
A pregnant pause followed the exclamation before the Witch Boy gave a snort, snickering to avoid outright laughing at the bedridden ghost. “No, I left the little humans to fly back to their clubhouse while I took you back to the Realms with a portal.”
Deflating with the explanation, Danny’s eyes travelled the embroidered constellations on the canopy of his bed, finally relaxing enough to appreciate where he was. Home. He took another deep breath, feeling his ectoplasm replenish itself more than it had in the last month in the GIW facility. The ectoplasm combined with the pine and fire smell of the mage sitting beside him only enforced the fact that he wasn’t there anymore. Tears threatened to fall with that thought.
His boyfriend came for him. He didn’t doubt he would, but the days passed along and he was starting to lose hope. But not only did Rion come for him, he brought the Justice League, a group he knows Rion has beef with. Traitorously, a tear managed to escape and roll down into his hair.
“You know, I’ll have to go talk to the League now that you’ve told them about me,” Danny commented, desperate to get out of those thoughts and ignoring the way his voice wobbled.
“I’m sure you will,” Rion replied, no doubt with a roll of his eyes. “But you need to heal first. You’re in no shape to go talk to a bunch of stupid humans right now.”
Danny gave a snort, “Those ‘stupid humans’ helped you get me back, right? Maybe drop the stupid when we see them next.”
Rion only grunted in reply, and so they lapsed into silence again. Danny felt sleep pulling at his mind again, now that he knew he was truly safe with his beloved mage beside him. He didn't fight it for long, but he needed to say one more thing before he truly allowed himself to start healing.
“Rion,” he mumbled out, getting the attention of the mage with a hum. “Thanks for coming to get me, love you.”
A rare kind of smile passed the pale teen’s lips then, soft and kind. “I love you too, Danny.”
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Doodles on the Palms of our Hands Day 2 Soulmates
Damian gave his soulmate an annoyed look. “I do not like a lot of people, you are an exception to this. But if you do not leave me alone for five minutes, I will change my mind,” he said. Danny just stared up at him with the prettiest smile that Damian had ever seen. The vigilante just rolled his eyes. “Yes, yes, you are cute, Daniel. Just stop smiling at me like that.”
“How am I smiling at you?” Danny asked, moving to wrap his arms around Damian’s waist, causing the other boy to just let out a groan of annoyance. After years of only being able to talk to one another through the drawings on their palms, the two had finally met.
Damian had already known that Daniel was like a desperate, attention loving puppy but he hadn’t realized just how attention starved he was until they finally met. Their meeting last week had actually been quite adorable if Damian was going to be honest.
The two had planned on their first meeting when Danny moved to Gotham City for college. The eighteen year old had managed to get a pretty decent scholarship for the school’s sociology program. They had been planning the meeting for months now and then it had finally happened.
For as long as Damian could remember he had gotten small doodles and notes written onto the palm of his hand by a boy who lived on the other side of the world. Everyone had soulmates somewhere in the world and each soulmate had a unique identifier to find theirs. The first few years, Damian had done everything he could to ignore the notes. He was an assassin, he didn’t have time for a soulmate. Besides, as his mother had made sure to remind him, soul mates were a waste of time and not conducive to their goals.
Then, Damian had moved in with his father at ten years old. Father had encouraged him to start writing back to his soulmate, to introduce himself to the boy who drew stars and planets into the palm of Damian’s hand.
“You are a wonderful writer,” Damian had initially written in small cursive.
Almost immediately Damian had gotten his response in a sloppy scrawl. “You finally wrote back!”
From there, Damian was hooked. He and Danny wrote to one another every day until one day Danny had written a phone number on his hand for Damian. Writing turned to texting which then turned to phone calls which then turned to face time calls. The two found themselves speaking every single day and Damian found himself falling deeper and deeper in love with the boy who lived in sleepy Amity Park. In that time, Damian had learned everything about Daniel, and Daniel had learned everything about Damian.
Damian had been there for his soulmate when Danny had died and come back, he had been there for him when he had learned he was going to become the King of the Infinite Realms after he had defeated one of his rogues. There was not a single thing that Damian did not know about Danny. Just as there was not a single thing that Danny did not know about Damian. He knew of Damian’s past with the League, he knew the Batman secret, Danny knew it all.
And it was nice. Damian liked that there was someone that he could talk to about everything that he had gone through without fear of being treated differently because of it. Danny accepted him, all of him, and he loved Damian for who he was regardless of the things that he had done. He had quickly become Damian’s closest confidant.
“You know what you are doing, Beloved,” Damian said with a chuckle. “I am almost finished with typing up this report for my patrols for last night and then we can go.”
“I’m so excited,” Danny exclaimed, hugging Damian tight. Damian had managed to get his father’s height and at eighteen years old he stood at a solid six foot two. Whereas Danny stayed at a short five foot six. Damian thought it was adorable how much his boyfriend looked like what Jon had told him was a twink.
“You are just meeting my family, Danny,” Damian said with a chuckle before he bent down and pressed a soft kiss to Danny’s smiling mouth. Danny giggled and kissed him again, before he lifted Damian in the air and spun him around. Damian just gave him a fond laugh and swatted his soulmate’s shoulder. “Put me down.”
Damian did have to admit, Danny’s ghost abilities did make things very interesting. “Can we fly there?” Danny asked. “I’ve been wanting to fly through Gotham since I got here and I haven’t gotten the chance! I’ve been too scared of your dad getting mad at me for doing it. I know the no metas rule isn’t real but he still doesn’t like them very much and sure, I’m not actually a meta, I mean being dead is a medical condition but still, I have powers and I know what that makes it look like.”
“Beloved, you’re rambling. Yes, we can fly. I have been interested in seeing what it feels like flying with you compared to flying with Jon,” Damian said as Danny set him back down. “Five minutes,” he said, pressing his finger to Danny’s lips before he turned back to his laptop. The two were currently in Damian’s apartment. Technically, Danny had a dorm room but they quickly realized after meeting in person that Danny would be spending the majority of his free time in Damian’s apartment.
They already knew that they were romantically attracted to one another through their years of talking. And to an extent, Damian knew that he was physically attracted to Danny just through seeing his photographs and from facetime. But seeing Danny in person, seeing how small and slim the boy was? It was completely different than he had initially thought.
Danny was just this small, lithe eighteen year old and Damian knew that Danny could also throw him the length of a football field without even breaking a sweat. It was attractive.
It was beyond attractive, in all honesty.
It was also nice to know that his soulmate would be able to handle himself in case anything happened, especially with how dangerous it could get in Gotham. Danny sat beside his soulmate wiggling slightly in excitement as he waited for Damian to complete his work before the vigilante finally shut his laptop and turned to his partner.
“Ready?” Danny asked hopefully.
Damian stood and took Danny’s hand in his. “Ready,” he said before his partner let out an excited squeal and changed forms. His soft, inky black hair changed to gravity defying white, blue eyes turned to Lazarus Green, and his usually pale white skin took on an unearthly blue hue. He looked beautiful.
“You’re gonna love flying with me, Dami, it’s so much fun,” Danny told him before he pulled Damian in for another kiss. Damian wrapped his arms around Danny’s waist and deepened the kiss hungrily, biting at Danny’s bottom lip softly before the other allowed him access. He slipped his tongue into Danny’s mouth and ran it along the other’s sharp teeth slowly, taking his time to explore every crevice of his lover’s mouth. Danny melted into him, pressing himself as close to Damian as he could. Eventually, Damian pulled away and smiled at the dazed look on his soulmate’s face.
“Shall we go?” He suggested. Danny just nodded his head, eyes glued to Damian’s mouth before he turned the two of them intangible and invisible. Damian shuddered at the cold feeling that slowly slunk down his body. It felt as though someone had slowly poured cold water over the top of his head. Danny wrapped his arms tight around Damian’s waist and took off, the couple flying through the ceiling of the apartment and multiple stories before they took to the air.
It was definitely different compared to when he would fly with Jon. Jon’s flying felt like he was constantly fighting gravity to stay in the air. With Danny, it felt as though gravity didn’t even matter, like it did not exist. His flying seemed to defy the laws of physics altogether.
It was exhilarating. Especially as Danny started to gain speed and the couple flew through multiple buildings, nothing really seemed to get in Danny’s way as he flew. Damian smiled at his lover, his eyes sparkling in the sun. He couldn’t believe just how lucky he had gotten with his soulmate.
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I finally wrote my prompt I sent to @stealingyourbones back in November! well part of it. This is just chapter 1, so this gets a summary @dpxdcshipweek
Edit: forgot to say that I got help with the usernames from the wonderful @tourettesdog and @half-dead-ham! (If I'm wrong it's bc I'm not at home rn to look at my notes)
Ao3 link: Here Master List: Here
Summary: Danny has always had more internet access than a child really should have had. He tended to spend that time on game forums and different websites dedicated to space. Everyone once in a while he'd venture onto one about heroes and villains. That's how he met Tim Drake-Wayne or BatShadow as was his username back then.
Chapter 1: Blorbo Supplier
Danny just wanted to see uncommon pictures of Superman. It really shouldn't have been this hard. He's an alien, there should be a lot of pictures of him. Frustrated with his lack of results he resorts to looking for the pictures through unpopular social media websites that should have new pictures. His first look didn't meet his goal, and before he could even think of trying again he was distracted by a post. It was a picture of a figure swinging between skyscrapers, backlit by neon light all against a smog filled sky. It was stunning and made all the more captivating by the identity of the subject in the photo. A picture of Batman, The Batman, taken in a way that you couldn't deny it was him. That was impressive on its own, but the quality is what made it shine. Danny had to see if the account had more pictures of Batman, or even other heroes. Looking at the blog, hoping it wasn't a deactivated user, he finds the posts of BatShadow.
The blog is a gold mine of pictures of Batman and Robin with some villains the duo we're fighting. All with stunning quality, with each subject undeniable as who they were but still giving a sense of privacy. Sadly, Danny couldn't find any other heroes pictured, but Danny could live with that. Batman was his third favorite hero, he blames Sam and all her knowledge on the edgy and obscure. She would be ecstatic about these photos, too bad he wasn't going to tell her. He was being petty. Sam should have known better than to say he couldn't keep a secret, so this is his secret now! Pettiness aside, Danny was going to message BatShadow to see if they had pictures of other heroes they hadn't posted.
Messages begins with BatShadow
(04-17-20xx)
ConstellationCruiser:
Hey, sorry to bother ya
I just saw your posts and was wondering if you have any pics of superman
BatShadow:
I don't know. I would have to look. I don't usually go to an area with him in it much, so no promises.
ConstellationCruiser:
Thanks!! And that's fine really, it's just that your pics are amazing
BatShadow:
Thanks! Sorry, I have nothing for Supes.
ConstellationCruiser:
Damn
It's fine
I wasn't really expecting much
I'm just surprised at the quality and quantity ya got there
BatShadow:
It's super hard to get them without being caught but so worth it!
Danny continued talking to BatShadow about pictures and superheroes. Eventually switching to personal interest. Danny learns that BatShadow skateboards and in turn he tells them all about the stars. By the end of their conversation it was well into the night, Jazz wasn't going to be pleased. It was worth it though.
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Danny ended up messaging again the next day, and the day after that. The other user was interesting and he was just so broad. Especially during these long summer days where Sam was off at some gala trip and Tucker was on vacation with his family. His parents being busy in the Lab at all hours and Jazz working a summer job didn't help. Even with Jazz trying to get him out of the house but it never really was worth it. Not with Dash and his gaggle out. Not without his friends there.
It's not like anyone besides Jazz would care about what he was doing online. Their parents were too caught up in drawing out plans and blueprints for a ghost portal or something. He doesn't care, it's more of the same for him. Don't get him wrong, he loved his parents and they loved him. They just pay more attention to their inventions, and this one happens to be one Danny can't help out with.
He's getting distracted. Danny was supposed to be cleaning the lab, not thinking of long gone days. It was taking way longer than he thought it would. His parents really aren't as careful with their samples as they really should be. After cleaning spilled ectoplasm from the vent grates he will finally be done, then he can get on the computer and add BatShadow on Steam. They were going to play Portal 2 together later.
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Tim didn't think he would still be talking to ConstellationCruiser. It was unexpected, but not unwelcome. He wouldn't admit it to anyone, (if there was anyone to talk to in the first place), but he was lonely. So, sue him if he got attached to the other kid with too much free time on their hands. They may not have told each other their ages but it wasn't hard to figure out, they talked too similar.
It was nice to really connect with someone his age. ConstellationCruiser was smart like him, just in different areas. He had learned more about the stars and space travel in the last handful of months than he ever had in his 12 years of life. He knows he wasn't any better, going on about hacking and maybe the new murder mystery that came out. It was fun, learning about the other's interests and different things than what's normal for them.
ConstellationCruiser's parents seem to have some type of lab in the basement of their house, which was cool in concept but concerning in practice. There have been times where they had to stop in the middle of a game they were playing together to check on an explosion they heard. It happened more than Tim was comfortable with but there's nothing he can really do about it. It's not like he was anyone better about certain aspects of his life either. He avoided the topic of food as much as possible, though it seems ConstellationCruiser is doing the same thing with the topic.
Tim just hopes the other won't worry over him not responding the next couple of days. He probably should warn them but this is time sensitive. Batman needs a Robin. The man is running himself into the ground. His new found grief choking him and by extension Gotham. He has to convince Nightwing to come back, no matter what it takes.
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Chapters: 1/2
Fandom: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Danny Fenton & Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne, Danny Fenton & Talia al Ghul
Characters: Damian Wayne, Danny Fenton, Talia al Ghul, Ra's al Ghul, Dick Grayson
Additional Tags: Danny Fenton and Damian Wayne are Twins, Dysfunctional Relationships, Angst, Damian Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Danny Fenton Is So Done, Brothers, Unreliable Narrator, Based on a Tumblr Post, Sibling Rivalry, Miscommunication, Misunderstandings, is Reconciliation possible?, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, They don't get along because of personality differences rather, Being twins doesn't necessarily mean you'll get along, Not Beta Read, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Damian Wayne-centric, Danny Fenton-centric, Damian Wayne Tries, Damian Wayne Feels, Tired Danny Fenton, Damian Wayne Needs a Hug, Danny Fenton Needs A Hug, Good Sibling Dick Grayson, not a happy reunion, Victim Blaming, Trauma
Series: Part 3 of DPxDCShipWeek2023
Summary:
Damian was surprised and delighted to find out that his twin brother, Danyal, was not dead.
Though Danny can’t say the feelings were mutual.
[A "Damian and Danny are Twins" fic. But this time, they never liked each other.]
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Day 3 of DPxDCShipWeek2023: Family/Friends | Coffee shop AU
Based on @infinity-dawning‘s Tumblr Post
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DPxDC Ship Week 2023 - Day 5
Rated: T
Ship Chosen: Tim Drake/Danny Fenton (Dead Tired)
Summary: Tim might be crushing on his friend, Danny. He wished that was his biggest problem right now.
Excerpt without context:
“You’re the heir to VladCo.?” Tim asked, hands on his hips.
Danny squinted at him in confusion. “Yes? I already told you this?”
“No, you didn’t!” Tim exclaimed.
Now Danny just looked indignant. “Yes, I did! Even if you don’t remember that part, how could you not have figured it out?! I literally call him Vlad, to your face. He wants me to take over the company? I’ve told you how he works in security-”
“I thought you meant home security, not national security,” Tim hissed, throwing up his hands in the air.
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Lightning Strike
so, this was originally for dpxdc ship week back in Febuary, and i just realized i forgot to cross post it lmaoo, so here's my obligatory wlw contribution to tumblr ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆
ao3 link - here!
kate's masterlist - here!
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Since becoming Clockwork’s apprentice, Dani had seen it all. The beginnings and endings of societies, civilizations, and even whole worlds. She understood now why Clockwork had taken her on, it wasn’t because he needed the help, but rather the company.
Watching all of time pass, over and over again, was a lonely business.
But Dani was used to lonely.
Her years spent on the streets, watching people pass by but never really interacting, taught her that. Sure, she made some friends along the way, but the connections were fleeting as the pull in her core demanded she move on.
Clockwork’s tower was the first place she felt okay truly staying at, but that had to do with the infinite possibilities playing on the portals all around her. It was hard to feel suffocated when you had a new adventure every day.
It wasn’t something she thought about often, but doing her routine portal checks was tedious, and perhaps she had seen one two many happy groups of friends or couples. The human part of her deep down wanted that. Someone to talk to and joke around with who didn’t know all her punchlines—she swore hanging out with Clockwork got more frustrating every day.
Father Time truly was a big blob of dad. All the way down to finishing her jokes for it.
Maybe she should pay her cousin dearest a visit. At least he wouldn’t see her pranks coming.
Her mind was so occupied with the pranks she could pull, she didn’t even notice lightning start to break through thick ectoplasm, until the was a large crack and a hole tore open right beside her.
Dani jumped as an arm of lightning reached out, almost hitting her square in the chest. The green of the zone mixed with the golden colored lightning, swirling in a bright halo of the oddest electrical storm she’d ever seen.
Almost too quickly for her to see, the storm collapsed in on itself, settling into an uneasy silence. Then, as quickly as it collapsed, it expanded to twice the size before spitting out a yellow blob. The blob shot straight through Dani, who barely had time to go intangible, and into the ghost zone, lightning trailing behind it.
Dani didn’t wait for her thoughts to catch up, she just raced after the thing. She wasn’t exactly sure what it was, but she was pretty sure it was her problem. God, she hated being Clockwork’s personal bouncer.
It wasn’t hard to follow the blur, electricity tended to linger in the ectoplasmic filled atmosphere longer than others. When she finally caught up with it, she couldn’t help but laugh.
Floating upside down, wiggling her legs, was a redhaired girl in a yellow superhero suit—or at least Dani assumed from the Flash symbol on the girl’s chest. Her red hair was falling out of the back of her bun, swaying with her movement, and when she caught sight of Dani there was an immediate fire in her hazel eyes.
Dani liked this one. She seemed fierce.
“Are you just going to stare?” The girl crossed her arms, glaring at Dani.
Dani just giggled and reached out, poking the girls shoulder. She squeaked as her body hurdled around. Dani used a hand to stop her from going in a circle.
“Oh,” the girl blushed lightly and gave Dani face splitting smile, “thank you. You wouldn’t happen to know where I am, would you?”
“The Ghost Zone.” The girl tilted her head and furrowed her brows. It was too cute. “Well, some people call it the Infinite Realms. Or the Place Out of Time. Oh, and the Between.”
Dani tapped her chine, trying to remember any other names. It seemed like every Earth and time had a different name for it, so Dani didn’t really retain any of them.
“Hm. Do you know how I could like, get home?” The girl cringed as she looked around, and a small frown played across her lips.
“Probably,” Dani crossed her arms behind her head, leaning back, “Clockwork would know. If anyone can get you back to your time, it’s him. I can take ya, if you’d like?” Her chores could wait. This was way more interesting.
“Don’t really have any other options, so I guess so,” the girl smirked, playful and a touch mischievous. “I’m Impulse.”
The girl held out her yellow gloved hand and Dani smirked back.
“I’m Dani—with an i.” She took Impulse’s hand, and even through their gloves Dani could feel how warm she was. It was nice. “Humans can fly in the zone, so just hold onto my arm and you should be fine. Wait, you are human right?” Dani blushed as Impulse giggled.
“Meta-human, if that makes a difference?” She tilted her head and blinked her long eyelashes.
Dani could feel the cold ectoplasm rise to her cheeks giving them a green tint.
“It shouldn’t, but I guess we’ll find out,” Dani gave Impulse the cheekiest grin she could muster, and the other girl actually laughed.
Dani offered her arm to Impulse like the movies she’d watched with Jazz.
“A proper gentleman,” Impulse teased as she placed her hand in the crook of Dani’s elbow.
“Of course! I was taught to treat cute girls right.” Dani winked, and they both dissolved into laughter.
Something fluttered in her stomach as they laughed until they were out of breath. It was a euphoric lack of oxygen that stopped all critical thoughts in Dani’s head. The only thing that existed was them and this moment.
“Do you want to take the long way?” Dani asked, not knowing what she was saying until she heard herself. She couldn’t bring herself to regret it.
“Sure,” Impulse smiled, all teeth and pretty pink lips, “we’ve got time.”
Dani beamed at her and began the flight back to Clockworks. She flew slower than normal, but not by much. Irey’s brain was fast, making connections that Dani couldn’t dream of faster than she could keep up.
Still, there was something oddly content about the redhead as she flipped around in the green atmosphere. Dani showed her some of the more interesting sights, almost running them into the River Styx because Impulse wanted a closer look.
“I can’t wait to tell my brother, he’s gonna be so jealous,” Impulse gushed as Dani pulled her away from the black churning waters. “You know, this is actually the slowest I’ve ever gone. Well, my brain I mean, not me physically.”
“It makes sense,” Dani let them float up towards the far frozen, the last place on their little tour, “the Infinite Realms are technically a place outside of space and time.”
Impulse hummed in response, looking deep in thought. Dani let her think—it was a lot to learn there was an afterlife of some sort, Dani learned that on her travels. It was sometimes even harder for people to understand that it wasn’t what they pictured or believed in.
Dani witnessed a lot of breakdowns she didn’t know how to stop before realizing it. Sue her, she was technically like four.
They stayed silent until they reached the Far Frozen, which got the redhead rambling again. This time about biomes and how they related to different species across the universe. Dani thought that she would get along too well with Danny.
It was all too soon that they reached Clockwork’s tower, which rendered Impulse speechless for the first time on their journey.
“Here we are!” Dani gently held Impulse’s sides and brought her down to the platform. Dani could feel her hot breath fanning across Dani’s face and the static electricity that covered the girl's body.
“Thank you,” she smiled, her hazel eyes sparkling with different golds and greens across the deep brown surface, “not just for helping me, but for being so kind. Not everyone is this nice when you fall into their dimension.” She giggled, and Dani sensed there was history there.
She wished they could talk about it all. Funny—even in a place without time, Dani never felt like there was enough.
“It was my pleasure. And kinda my job? It’s a little unclear.” Dani shrugged, while Impulse shot her a questioning look. Her head was tilted to the side, her brows furrowed making a cute little indent on the bridge of her nose. Dani wanted to run her fingers over the area until it smoothed out.
Dani shook the thought out of her head. Now wasn’t the time.
“I’m Clockwork’s apprentice, though, I think he took me on to keep him company more than anything,” Dani pushed open the large doors to the clock tower, the screech of the hinges echoing against the dark stone. “And you’re lost in time. So, it’s kinda my job to help get you back. That’s why I chased after you in the first place.”
“Oh,” Impulse frowned a bit, almost looking disappointed.
Dani felt herself internally panic—oh god, did she make a pretty girl sad? How was she supposed to fix this?
Dani took a deep breath, trying to calm her suddenly racing thoughts. This was not something Vlad’s programming taught her, but you know what? She could figure it out. Yeah. She could do this.
“But I’m really glad I was the one that found you,” Dani said. She watched as the frown on Impulse’s face softened, and Dani knew she was on the right track. “You’re the most interesting thing to happen around here in a while. I liked showing you around.”
Impulse smiled at her and stepped forward into Dani’s personal space. The redhead reached up, and slipped off her mask, revealing more of her tan skin—and freckles that dotted the bridge of her nose.
“My real name is Irey.”
Dani could only stare at Irey, both amazed and shocked by the show of trust. And even though she might never see the redhead again, Dani wouldn’t—couldn’t—let her walk away without knowing the girl behind the ghost.
Dani held eye contact as she let her transformation go. Waves of cold power washed over her skin until she was fully human.
“My name’s still Dani,” she chuckled, rubbing the back of her neck, “but I’m part human too. Half ghost, half human. A halfa.”
“That’s sick,” Irey laughed, a small yellow spark jolting through her eyes.
Dani could have stayed there staring into Irey’s eyes for eternity. Unfortunately, Clockwork had other plans.
“Danielle,” the sound of Clockwork’s voice pinged off the walls as he descended from the top of his tower, “I see we have a guest. Aren’t you going to introduce us?” He gave her the smirk he got when he was actively trying to be a little shit.
Sometimes they were too similar for Dani’s tastes. Now was one of those moments.
“I’m Impulse,” Irey put her mask back on, staying close to Dani’s side. “I’m a little lost. We hoped you could help get me home.”
“Of course, child,” he smiled as his form shifted from an adult to an old man. He flew up the tower without another word, just expecting them to follow.
Typical.
Dani huffed, but walked up the broken staircase with Irey, helping her jump from the harder platforms.
“A bit cryptic, isn’t he?” Irey asked as she effortlessly parkoured over the platforms. It was hot.
“That’s his brand or something. We’ve given up questioning it,” Dani shrugged lazily floating up, enjoying the show. Dani’d never seen anyone seriously attempt to take the stairs, even Sam and Tucker would make her or Danny help them.
“Yeah, I know the type—ah!” Irey squeaked as a platform moved at the last moment, causing her jump to fall short.
Dani rushed into action, propelling herself forward to catch Irey. She wrapped her arms around Irey’s lean frame, static electricity and heat coming off the redhead in waves.
“Are you okay?” Dani asked searching Irey’s eyes for any sort of pain or discomfort.
“I’m good,” Irey’s voice was breathy as she relaxed into Dani. She wrapped her arms around Dani’s neck, pulling the dark haired girl close to her.
Dani let her eyes flutter closed, the scent of burned rubber and apple shampoo burning itself into her memory. Her boy tingled where it met Irey’s in a pleasant way, and the heat warmed the parts of her usually cold to the touch.
After a few moments, she felt Irey’s hold on her loosen and the warmth pull away. Dani pushed down the urge to chase the feeling.
“Thank you.” Irey smiled and the bridge of her nose tinted pink. Dani knew that she probably looked like a tomato by now.
“Anytime.”
Dani broke eye contact and floated up to the top of the clock tower. She gently let their feet hit the ground, not wanting to jolt any possible ankle injury Irey might have sustained in the fall.
“Well, you took your time,” a child Clockwork commented, a pleased smirk on his face. “Anyways, I think I’ve found your time.”
With a flourish of his staff, a portal sprung to life, swirling in front of them. In shades of green, Dani could see people dressed a lot like Irey with lightning bolts adorned all over their bodies in a field looking around.
“That’s it! That’s where I was when—well whatever happened, happened.” Irey excitedly pulled out of Dani’s arms, the electric field around her crackling.
Clockwork laughed, deep and boisterous as his form switched to adulthood. “The Infinite Realms is the place between universes. The buffer of the multiverse if you will. Instead of moving between earths, you were going just fast enough to get stuck between them.”
Dani watch different emotions cross Irey’s face faster than she could keep up.
“So, I could come back if I wanted?” She eventually settled on excitement, the air around her crackling with small yellow lightning bolts, the light catching the shine of her hair perfectly.
Dani didn’t know that someone could took so beautiful standing in the middle of a lightning storm. She was suddenly sad lightning didn’t strike the same place twice.
“With your abilities? No doubt about it.” Clockwork shared a look with Irey that Dani couldn’t decipher when her heart was pounding in her chest.
The idea of getting to see Irey again was exciting in a way that life hadn’t been for a long time.
Suddenly, in a burst of wind and yellow, Irey was standing right in front of Dani, their faces only inches apart.
“I’ll see you soon.” The way she said it, like it was a promise, made Dani grin back.
“I’ll see you soon.”
Irey leaned in and placed a small kiss on her cheek, soft and electric all at once.
As quickly as she was there, she was gone. Through the portal back to her world. Her family.
Dani smiled, a dopey stupid grin that Danny so would have made fun of her for, but she didn’t care.
Dani couldn’t wait for the next storm.
#Dani Phantom/Irey West#Short Circuit ship#dpxdcshipweek2023#dpxdc event#Prompt: First Meetings#meet cute#based off of Green Lantern: Alliance Irey West#dpxdc#batpham#kate's fanfics#kate ships#sapphic ship#wlw ship
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My (late) submission for Day 4 of DPxDC Shipweek (Wings AU)! uwu
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Jej piękne czarne oczy
Work is in English!
Cassandra Cain/Jazz Fenton
Teen and up!
Coffee shop au!
Jazz Fenton questioned every decision in her life, when she saw her college schedule. Classes at 5.30 am? She knew why every other student from Gotham University turned out to be a villain. She's thinking about it too.
Especially after her favourite startbucks gets blown up by a villain.
Fortunately she finds new cafe with a resident vigilante inside. Apparently, they come here so often, they have a personalized button for an order.
Well, at least this won't blow up.
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I've waited this long
Day two of Shipweek is Soulmates! And so I offer the masses a humble Roy Harper/Danny Fenton ship, so rare they don't even have a ship name yet! Upon the offer of one, I may be tempted to make more of this ship, they are a match made in hell imo. ( •̀ ω •́ )✧
here's: [Ao3]
Despite how much Danny’s parents invest in the scientific method, they were never one’s to believe in things like ‘fate’ or ‘destiny’. They stood by their ideals that ghosts were real but soulmates were things people imagined so much a market grew for it, despite forty per-cent of the population having one.
So of course the first thing Danny’s parents did when Danny showed off the white ring he got on his left middle finger was tell him to take it off.
He told them he couldn’t, of course. Danny didn’t know what soulmates even were, he was only four. When he asked them why, they thought he was playing a prank. They tried to take it off his finger by force, but of course it wouldn't budge. They ran tests and did experiments and theorized and hypothesized and hummed and hawed until they were pulling their hair out.
And still the ring would not leave little Danny Fenton’s finger.
They finally settled on Danny having some sort of allergic reaction with the metal and surrounding samples of ectoplasm bonding the ring to his finger temporarily and told him to test it every once in a while to see if it came off.
And then they forgot about it.
Jazz found Danny later, curled up and crying on his bed after the whole ordeal. She comforted him, told him what the ring actually was, and said that if he ever did find his soulmate that he shouldn’t bring it up to his parents. He silently agreed, then drifted to sleep in her arms.
~~~~~
Stupid idiot. Stupid Danny. Why did you follow Rory into a city you didn’t have the map for?
Danny kicked a crumpled can along the sidewalk, watching it skitter along the pavement as he tried to remember which street he had turned from. He honestly didn’t even want to be here, in a city so far from Amity and his parents, it wasn’t his idea to sign him up for the end-of-school field trip; it was Jazz’s. Danny would rather be back in Amity Park, playing DOOMED with Tucker while they figure out what classes they were most likely to have together in high school.
Instead he was lost in a city he’d never been to, thanks to his free time buddy, Rory, leading him around after stealing his phone and stranding him without the map they were given. Jackass.
Another kick to the can sent Danny’s current stress relief straight into a storm drain. Danny froze, staring at the spot it had disappeared, before letting out a sound that was half growl, half groan. Stomping back on his original path, Danny sneered at his sneakers. He was going to murder Rory over this, there were enough tools in their stupid basement for Danny to beat that stupid smirk off that ass and- “Oof!”
Danny staggered back a step, clutching his nose as he blinked up at what- who- he had bumped into.
Concerned jade eyes met his lake blue as a boy slightly taller than him rushed to grab his shoulders and stabilize him. He froze, deer-in-the-headlights style as the stranger swept his eyes over the rest of Danny to make sure nothing was damaged.
“You okay?” The other asked, jolting Danny out of his daze.
“Uh, yeah, of course!” Danny squeaked out, feeling a small embarrassed flush warm his face.
The stranger looked down slightly, to Danny’s confusion. He quickly realized he still has his hand over his face like an idiot.
“Ope- yeah totally okay!” Danny quickly tore his hand away from his face in further embarrassment, really hoping he was right in not feeling any signs to the start of a nosebleed. Just to make sure, he checked his palm, giving a small sigh of relief at not seeing any red, just some light pink on his finger… Wait-
He spun his hand around, making sure to check if his ring really had turned pink.
“Holy shit,” the guy in front of him whispered, and looking up Danny could see him inspecting his own pink ring. Maybe he should thank Rory instead of murdering him, the guy led him to his soulmate after all.
The guy- his soulmate oh god he needed to tell Jazz- looked up to him, stunned and a little awestruck. Danny, for lack of anything else to do, stuck his hand out with a goofy grin as he introduced himself.
“Hey, my name’s Danny; Danny Fenton. Looks like you’re my soulmate.”
∆•∆•∆•∆
So as it turned out, the guy -Roy was his name- was a Star city native. After they made their introductions Danny asked if Roy knew the way back to his hotel. Roy gave him the most confused look he’d seen on him (yet) and told him that he’d almost made it to a completely different part of the city, and “why the fuck are you in the south side to begin with?” And, well Danny sheepishly explained his situation as they started walking the right way back.
While Roy didn’t say much to his explanation, the brilliant vermillion Danny’s ring turned probably meant that he and his soulmate had the same thoughts about Rory at the moment.
It was nearing supper time by the time Danny and Roy made it back to the hotel, and Roy was unfortunately witness to the rant Danny’s teacher went on about “Staying with his buddy” and “not following strangers in a large city”. As soon as Roy held their rings up she redacted her last statement with a click of her jaw. Roy then proceeded to explain to Ms. Montal about how Danny’s “buddy” left him stranded in a different part of the city without his phone, and how if Roy hadn’t found him that she might’ve had to resort to calling the police and explain how unsafe it was to have kids running around the city unsupervised.
Yeah, Danny was definitely glad Roy was with him at that moment. The nice shade of red that tinted Ms. Montal’s face -either in embarrassment over being so thoroughly called out by someone the same age as her students, or seething rage- had Danny moving a hand over his mouth to muffle his suppressed laughter. He didn’t know if it was any help, if the glare that could melt steel he got from his teacher was any indication.
After they got to watch the lovely conversation Rory had with their teacher for leaving Danny behind, he asked if Roy wanted to come up to his room to talk some more after they had supper. Roy refused, saying he had somewhere to get to and the dinner was already pushing his time into the ‘late’ category. He asked if there was any good time for them to meet up the next day, but again their schedules didn’t line up. Roy asked about the day after, but they couldn't meet then, as tomorrow was their last day in the city.
Danny stared at his shoes, at a loss for what to do. He really wanted to spend more time with his soulmate now that they’ve met, especially when Roy had so many stories about his mentor/foster father and his screw ups.
“Well, you have a phone right?” Roy asked. When he nodded Roy’s face split into a grin. “Then you can just give me your number!”
They ended up trading both phone numbers and emails, just in case. Apparently Roy had just as much of a chance to break or lose his phone as Danny did.
With one last wave, Roy walked back the way they had come, the light of the dying sun setting his red hair ablaze. With how far apart they lived, Danny wondered if they would ever get to see each other again face-to-face.
He hoped they would.
~~~~~
Star City
August 28th 2006,
15:07 PDT
While getting a ride back from Oliver's house Roy felt something. He didn’t know what that something was exactly, but it felt like someone just hit him with a live wire and dunked him in a bath of hydrogen peroxide.
It hurt.
It hurt like someone haddunked him in acid, slammed him into an electric fence then gave him a million paper cuts and bathed him in lemon juice. It hurt so much he screamed and blacked out.
Apparently it hurt so much for Oliver to pull the car over, because the next time he could see clearly he was leaning up against the side of the car on the pavement. Olliver was in front of him, worry clear on his face. He blinked as his mentor fretted over him, thoughts not really deeper than ‘god that hurt like a bitch’.
A light wind brushed his cheek and the cold stuck in tracks down to his chin. Absently, he brought his hand to his face, feeling the damp trails that led to his chin. Was he crying? He groaned, twitching with aftershocks and trying to think about anything other than the feeling of full body pins and needles he had.
“Roy,” his mentor called, voice shaken. Why was the Green Arrow so shaken over what just happened?
Roy looked to his mentor, only to find that Oliver was looking at the hand he had raised to his cheek. Dread settling in his stomach, Roy shakily lifted his hand up.
The band around his middle finger was charcoal black.
It felt like someone had just squeezed all the air out of his lungs. It couldn’t- no. Danny was fine. They had just talked yesterday, he couldn’t be dead! There was no way Danny could have died, it was impossible.
Roy was shaking now, for a completely different reason than the pain he just felt. He jerkily grabbed the ring between two fingers, desperately trying to- to- to do something! Either to rub the dirt (it was just dirt it had to be Danny couldn’t be dead) or keep the piece of jewelry from crumbling off his finger. It still felt solid, despite its colour being the exact color soul rings turn when a person’s soulmate dies.
Desperately he looked to Oliver. He was the adult here, he should know what to do, right?
But the stare Roy got back from his mentor was one full of grief and sadness, not the look he got when he was able to help, just loss. Roy’s lungs weren’t drawing in breath. His hand went from his ring to his phone, ripping it out of his pants pocket and dialling the one number he needed to pick up right now. Please Danny please pick up.
The Dial tone rang once, twice, thrice. The whole time Roy repeated please pick up please pick up please pick up in his head, eyes never leaving the black band on his finger.
“Roy?” Danny’s voice rasped through the receiver and Roy’s lungs finally caught breath.
“Holy fuck Danny, are you okay? What happened‽” Roy nearly screamed into the phone, to Oliver's clear shock as he looked between the still black band and the cellphone in Roy’s hand.
“Nothing,” Danny groaned, clearly still in pain. “I just got a small shock from one of my parents' inventions.”
“Bullshit,” Roy shot back. “If you call what you got a ‘small shock’ then where the fuck did the police TAZER shoot me from?”
Another groan from the other end of the line, along with the sounds of hushed voices that he couldn’t make out. Rustling fabric and soft footsteps was all that he listened to for what he thought was too long until Danny spoke up again.
“Look, I don’t really know what to tell you right now, Roy… I just feel like I got hit by a train and everything’s still kinda…” Danny trails off for a moment, making Roy worry that he passed out or something, but a sigh fills the call with static and then Danny’s back. “I just really need a bit to not feel like shit now, Roy. You think I can call you back tomorrow? We can talk more then.”
Was- wh- is Danny really just brushing all that pain off? Like it was nothing?? Like ‘oh, of course Danny, all you need is a little sleep and you’ll be good to go tomorrow!’ Fuck no, thats not how this works!
Another grunt of pain makes its way through the line, and Roy sighs. ‘Danny is alive,’ he reminds himself, ‘and he’ll still be alive then he wakes up tomorrow’. Even while thinking it the words sound like a lie. The band around his finger is still black. Logically Danny shouldn’t be talking with him at all, he shouldn’t have been able to pick up the call. A small voice in the back of his brain whispers to him, ‘Someone got to him, someone who wanted to use him to get to Green Arrow. That isn’t Danny on the phone, it's a fake’. It's a part he’s afraid to prove right.
“Sure, Danny. Just- just tell me one thing right now, okay?” He’s practically begging his soulmate -who he thinks is his soulmate- as his voice grows dry. A grunt was all he got in reply.
“What color is my ring right now?”
~~~~~
Star City general hospital
November 12th 2007,
15:07 PDT
Danny is dead, for real this time.
Roy doesn’t know when it happened, he’d been taken by Luthor and his goons for the last three months and the whole experience was a bit of a blur, but sometime during that Danny's ring finally crumbled off his finger.
He sat in the hospital bed, refusing to acknowledge the tears coming from his eyes as he stared at his bare finger. ‘I should’ve been there for him, I should have made sure he was okay.’ His thoughts spiraled as he wished, begged, for the ring to magically reappear on his finger. He prayed to every higher power he could think of to bring Danny back. Just one more day with his stupid texts, his long rants about the stars, his anything. He’d give the world to hear his soulmate's voice again.
A knock on the hospital room door had him scrambling to wipe his face of tears and clear his voice as quietly as he could.
“Come in,” he tried not to croak. He could tell it was Ollie as soon as he opened the door, but still he didn’t turn his head.
“Roy…” His mentor didn’t know what to say either, he almost wanted to scoff. Of course the old man didn’t know what to say, he didn’t know the first thing about having a soulmate. In the end it was something he had to deal with himself.
They stayed there, silence choking them like a snake coiling around its prey. Roy really didn’t want his old man to see how bad he was taking it, and his old man couldn’t console him for the gaping emptiness he was feeling. So they just did nothing, frozen like a picture in time.
Finally, a sigh escaped the man behind Roy. “I’m sorry I couldn’t find you sooner,” he murmured out. He sounded so broken. And still Roy didn’t turn to face him, he just struggled and failed to keep a sob from escaping him.
That day Roy told himself to keep the memories he had of Danny close to him, and to never speak about him to anyone again.
~~~~~
Star City
January 19th 2011,
21:25 PDT
‘Everything… Was a lie. Everything I knew about myself isn’t real. I was just a pawn, a chess piece for someone else's game.’
Vandal Savage, that asshole.
Roy (was he even really Roy if he was just a replacement?) was in… not his room. It was Roy’s room in Ollie’s place. It was dark, he didn’t bother to turn the light on when he came in and was just watching the lights of the city from out his window.
What… What should he do now? He can’t just go on living somebody else's life now that he knows it isn’t his own. That would be wrong, and fucked up even for him.
But Guardian, he had said that the light didn’t have the real Roy. If the light didn’t actually have him, then where was he? He refused to believe the real Roy was actually dead, those fuckers wouldn’t kill him off after cloning him. It was too easy, to just dispose of a chess piece that still has use? No, they wouldn’t do that…
Right?
He stood up and walked to the window, tracing the lights of cars criss-crossing along the roads like lines of ants.
No. No, he refused to believe the real Roy was dead. He couldn’t be, he would eat his bow before he believed the real Roy wasn’t still out there.
And Roy was, he would find him.
~~~~~
Washington D. C.
March 8th 2011,
21:07 EDT
Today's search with Jim was a bust, a complete waste of time. Even with the new tech provided by the league, the Wayne Ecogram unit told them the exact same thing as what we already found the last dozen times we went down there. Nothing. Not a scrap or clue or anything.
He layed in bed on his stomach as he groused over the day. He could still feel that Roy was alive somewhere, like an itch just under his skin. It was telling him to keep searching, look, find him but people were starting to lose faith.
He was just so tired. He hadn’t moved in hours since he got back, just thinking over what little they knew of what happened. He turned his head so he could see out of the window. The lights still shone from the city outside, people going on with their nights- with their lives- while he was stuck watching as time marched forward mockingly. His neck protested the movement, muscles sore from overwork and the strain of being still for hours making itself known as he finally moved to haul himself into a sitting position.
On a brighter note, Jim had his lab work come back. They were in the same boat now, both being cloned from the same guy. Though somehow he still felt like they weren’t on the same page.
Jim already had his own identity, his own self built personality. He wasn’t meant to be a copy of someone, a replacement. No, Jim wasn’t aware of the feeling of getting the rug ripped out from under your feet because you find out (in the worst way possible) that the life you’d been living, the fucking name you used, wasn’t your own. He was blissfully unaware of how that sucker punch to the gut felt, and so it left him alone even with someone like him to understand.
And he was just. So. Tired.
But he couldn’t rest.
~~~~~
Star City
November 9th 2011,
17:22 PST
Ten months.
It has been ten months since this search had started for the real Roy, and not even the Bats have found anything. The League has resorted to tailing Luthor on rotation for any clues, but they’ve started asking why they were still trying.
‘Roy’ had pulled Robin away to Star City with him, so they could go through the original Roy's things. He honestly hadn’t bothered to touch most of the older things in Roy’s room, he was too focused on the mission at the time to care for whatever little civilian interaction he had kept for convenience. It had taken some convincing, but Robin at least saw how hard he was working.
“Dude, when was the last time you checked your inbox?” The Boy Wonder asked as he scrolled through old emails and spam on a laptop he had found buried under a clothes pile.
“A while,” he drawled sarcastically as he searched an old box of trick arrowheads. Honestly why did he even have these in here?
Robin continued to scroll as he quickly lost interest with the box, shoving it off his lap in frustration and moved to pick through the bottom of Roy’s closet. Quiet settled for a while, with only the occasional sounds of ‘Roy’s grunting and the clicking of the laptops trackpad keys.
“Hey Roy…” He turned to look at the Boy Wonder as he read something from the laptop, eyebrows scrunched together behind his pointless sunglasses. “Since when did you have a soulmate?”
The question struck him like an arrow to the heart, making him straighten where he sat. He had almost forgotten by now that he- Roy- had had a soulmate before he went missing. A wave of sadness washed over him as he realised Roy would never be able to see Danny again.
“I don’t,” he replied softly, unsure of how to feel over those memories. “Danny died sometime while I was kidnapped by Luthor, I didn’t know about it until I was in the hospital.”
“Who told you that?” Robin asked cautiously, eyes going back and forth from the screen to his face.
“I…” He… couldn’t remember. He could’ve sworn it was Ollie, but he couldn’t remember having the conversation- with anyone. Just the immense feeling of loss afterwards. But it was something so important to him- to Roy- why couldn’t he remember? “Why?” He asked instead, “what did you find on there?”
Robin just shuffled up the bed some, making space for him to sit down beside him. At first he didn’t understand what he was looking at, just a short message from Danny; nothing too personal, just saying something about him being worried over him and asking to get in touch when he could. It read like one of their old conversations they would have before Luthor got him, so why was Robin showing him this?
“Look at the date it was sent,” Robin instructed, pointing to the little bar showing when the email was sent. His eyes grew to saucer size when he realized why it was of interest.
“September eighth, 2009?” He mumbled out dazedly. The email was sent over two years after he died? That didn’t make any sense, why would someone use Danny’s old email just to send him something like this?
“Who told you your soulmate was dead, Roy?” Robin asked again, and he realized that he didn’t have an answer. No one had told him that Danny was dead, he just remembered it.
“N-no one… I just remember that he died while…” The realization hit harder than Superman, knocking the air from his lungs and leaving the Boy Wonder to finish his thought for him.
“You just remember that he had died while you were with CADMUS. You never thought to check your sources because you thought you just lost him, but maybe you should look into that now.”
He could only nod in agreement as he reread the email over and over again.
~~~~~
Amity Park, Il
December 12th 2011,
11:27 CST
‘Roy’ knocked on the door of the townhouse that could hold the answers he needed to find the real Roy. He looked up, tilting his head at the chrome UFO stationed precariously on the roof of the building. Something told him that the Drs. Fenton did not have a permit for that thing, but from what he could remember of his -Roy’s- conversations with Danny, there wasn’t a government that could really stop the Fentons from doing what they wanted. Still, someone had to have tried, right?
Robin was probably looking into it from where they parked up the road, along with whatever permits they needed to keep that thing that had just pulled out of the driveway from being impounded and torn for scrap.
His head snapped back to the door as it opened, revealing- oh god.
Danny was definitely taller than he remembered, paler too. His original’s soulmate now stood a head taller than he did, which when he was over six foot was saying something, with lean arms running up into a baggy t-shirt, no doubt hiding more lean muscle underneath. Maybe he did track or swim in high school? He was still Danny though, the same guy Roy met all those years ago when he was still trying to make Ollie take him on as an apprentice after his parents died. The same kid he helped get back to his school group and the kid he almost punched someone over.
God, he missed Danny.
Eyes a much brighter blue than he remembered widened so much it looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets, he almost wanted to laugh before they narrowed, zeroing in on where he knew he had his hands. Danny looked from his hand to his face -which he kept carefully neutral- before sighing, leaning himself against the frame of the door with a silent curse.
“Please tell me Vlad didn’t make you,” he asked, looking even more tired than when he opened the door.
“Whose Vlad?” He responded, twisting his face in confusion. Danny gave him a long, hard look. Neither of them blinked, and he was starting to get worried as to whether or not Danny would actually talk to him.
Finally, with a sigh Danny turned to walk inside, leaving the door open for him to walk in. “No one,” he grumbled before he trudged into the living room. “Let's chat, clone boy.”
∆•∆•∆•∆
When Danny had asked if anyone knew they were meeting, he hadn’t expected for him to ask to go get Robin from the car for the conversation. “My parents will be out for a while, they got a signal from the other side of town. Might as well take this chance,” he said to brush off the Boy Wonder’s concerns of them having their chat in the living room.
“So,” Danny started as he clapped his hands together. “Since you haven’t attacked me yet, we can start with your names.”
“You can call me Rob,” Robin said from the seat next to him.
“Roy,” he reluctantly gave, to which Danny shook his head looking disappointed.
“Nope, try again. I asked for your name, not the name of the guy you were cloned from.” Robin stiffened at the mention of the real Roy, having not yet been told about Danny’s earlier comment.
“How do you know that?” The Boy Wonder questioned, falling into his mentor's way of interrogating.
Danny just snorted, “You think I don’t know my own soulmate when I see him? This guy isn’t him; I know ‘cause you can’t clone a soul ring.” He held up his left hand, showing the grey band on his middle finger. A jolt of relief surged through him, the ring wasn’t black, Roy was alive!
“And how are you so sure of that?” Robin prodded, keeping the conversation on track for the two of them so he could have his validation in peace.
“Wouldn’t you like to know, waterboy,” Danny quoted at Robin before turning back to him. “So, do you have a name yet or do we need to think of one?”
The question was asked with a tone so soft he thought Danny thought he might break at the suggestion. It was kind, just as kind as he remembered Danny to be. He glanced at Robin before looking at his own hands, uncertain.
“I… I don’t- I haven’t thought of one yet,” he stuttered, feeling suddenly far too vulnerable. He didn’t want to look up at his originals’ soulmate's face, scared of what he’d see. Funny how he could face world ending threats and yet this civilian from some small ass town in the midwest was the thing that scared him more.
He heard Danny shift from in front of him as he spoke, “Alright.” The word was spoken so gently he had to look up, just to see if he meant it like that. Pools of ice froze the breath in his lungs as he stared at an expression so full of melancholy. Fuck, why is Danny looking at him like that? Why is he looking at him like he’s seen what he’d done -what he is- and understands?
Danny is just a civilian, isn’t he?
Their stare broke as Danny looked to Robin. “So, if you aren’t here ‘cause of Amity’s problems or Vlad, what are you here for?”
Robin was about to answer, but he cut him off. “We need your help.”
Those icy-blues turned back to him with a tilt of his head. “Help? What help can I give you?”
He swallowed, mouth dry, “We need to know anything you know about Roy- the real Roy. It might be a stretch but we’re running out of options.”
“And why do you think I know anything about where he is when nobody’s told me anything about what you’ve been doing for the last five years?” Danny’s eyes glanced between the two heroes before him. “I mean, I know he’s not dead. I’ve checked more than a few times to make sure. And since I’m pretty sure he’s in the living world I can’t help you magically find him.”
“Living world?” Robin asked before either of them had the chance to decipher what that could mean.
Danny looked between the two across from him, face twisted in utter confusion. “You mean after all this time, even when I have two of the Justice league Juniors here-” he lifted his hand to stop whatever denials Robin was going to try to start. “-Yes I know you work with the Justice League, I’d be stupid not to know who works with the ignorant Super Friends when they’ve been ignoring every call for help we’ve sent. You also work in such a similar occupation to the town hero to have been cloned, but that's not the point. The point is, you came to Amity Park, the most haunted place on earth- to Fentonworks- and you haven’t done your research?”
Silence filled the room as the two heroes looked at each other. What do they even say to that? Apparently Robin knew, as he looked back to Danny, sitting his elbows on his knees and steepling his fingers over his mouth.
“How about we all start from the beginning?”
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So.
Ghosts are apparently real. That was not something he expected to have confirmed today. Robin looked to be in a similar state of shock, though the bat-poker face kept his expression level for anyone not used to their microexpressions. Danny had a similar look of contemplation, though much less surprised.
“So let me get this straight. You-” Danny pointed to him, “-were created five years ago by an evil extension of the American government with funding by an evil-er billionaire. You took Roy’s place so you could make it to the big leagues so that this evil billionaire and his evil friends could gain control of said big leagues. Because Roy had a soul ring and you don’t, they gave you the implanted memory of me dying so you wouldn’t think to check in on me and accidentally throw off your mission. You succeeded in getting control of the Justice League, found out you were actually a clone, then promised to find your original. Now you’re here because you're running out of ways to find him. Did I get all that right?”
The two heroes nodded dumbly, before Robin piped up. “And let's see if I get what you’re telling us.”
Danny nodded as Robin took a breath. “So. Ghosts are real. Your town has been dealing with ghosts for the last six years without help from the Justice League because you stopped trying to call for help after year three. Your town hero has fought world destroying beings and gods and no one ever noticed. Five years ago was the last time you heard from Roy, but you know he’s alive because A. You’ve tried looking for him in the literal realm of the dead, and B. Your soul ring hasn't gone black and crumbled yet. Did I miss anything?”
“You forgot the part where the whole town basically has a bone to pick with the league now ‘cause they never even answered our calls, and the secret government facility trying to capture and experiment on anything with even an ounce of ectoplasm in their systems with a base right outside the town limits.”
Robin took in another breath and held it. “Right, that too,” he squeaked out.
Looking back to Danny, he tried to examine him more than he could at the door. Eyebags so deep you could sleep in them, musculature suited for dodging and running, rather than brute strength, faint scarring crisscrossing both arms reaching as far as his collarbones.
“You fight them,” he realized.
Danny shrugged, “When I have to, yeah. You won’t find many people in Amity that don’t have these kinds of scars. Even the kids have a few good scrapes here and there.” He looked down then, eyes following the paths his scars made with an expression of someone who’d seen too much for his age. The same kind of look he knew greeted the Team whenever one of them looked in the mirror.
Heavy silence engulfed the living room as the two heroes tried to come up with something to say to this civilian, to console or apologize or to rectify years of neglect- something. But there was no excuse for this. For what the whole town -for what Danny- had to go through, no words were enough to make that right.
It wasn’t his place to apologize anyway.
Instead he stood up, Robin following quickly after. “Well, this was enlightening in more ways than one, but since you can’t tell us where Roy is we have to go find answers somewhere else.” He remarked with no heat, he couldn’t even find it in him to sass.
He was so hopeful that this would give them something, anything more than just to prove that the real Roy was alive. They found that out, at least, but no clue as to where Luthor might have hidden him. This was their last real lead, even if it was a longshot.
A noise from behind them had him turning to see Danny following them. “Now where do you think you’re going?” Danny asked them.
“Back? We need to track down more leads or nothing will be done,” he replied.
“We also need to report the situation in your town. This was a major oversight, and it needs to be rectified,” Robin added on.
“Not without me you’re not,” Danny said as he crossed his arms.
He gave Robin a look of confusion as Danny continued. “I’ve waited this long to hear something about my soulmate and you think I’ll stay put when you tell me he needs help? Fat chance of that.”
“It’s too dangerous for a civilian,” Robin tried to argue. “If we do find him he’ll be surrounded by highly trained guards. It would devastate Roy if he came back and you weren’t there.”
“That’s why I’m going,” Danny argued back. “And who said anything about me being a civilian?”
Before either of them could ask a bright light sprung from Danny's waist, splitting in two and crossing his body. Where the light passed Danny changed, from a t-shirt and jeans to padded cloth and armor. Green eyes stared at them under ethereal snow white hair, accented by a sharp smile.
“Meet the town hero,” Danny quipped in a voice of static and screams.
~~~~~
Tibet
February 14th 2013,
02:01 BT
“Your source better not be wrong, Phantom,” Will hissed at the half-ghost as he crouched behind the outer wall of a League of Assassins base.
“Trust me Will, Dani knows better than to joke about something this serious,” Danny whispered back, scoping the place out from the inside just to make sure. Dani knew how serious this was, sure, but Danny said he still needed to see it with his own eyes.
It had been a little over two years since Danny had joined Will on his search for his template. Another two years of searching for someone the rest of the League thought was dead, even if the evidence to the contrary wrapped around Danny’s finger. Even Dick and Jim, the two who had held out the longest, had turned their backs on the search. Now it was just him and Danny, and Danny’s clone whenever she decided to give them a lead with a call.
“One more door,” Danny murmured through the comms. “This door is even more heavily guarded than the others, think this is the one Dani was talking about.”
It was quiet for a few seconds as Danny bypassed the guards and the door, and the silence stretched longer than Will thought acceptable. “Phantom?” He asked through the line.
A rough breath enhanced the light static that never seemed to go away with Phantom on comm. It was shaky, and Danny didn’t need to breathe in his ghost form. “Did you find something?” Will asked urgently.
“It's him,” Danny croaked, before putting a little more force in his words. “It’s him, Will. We found him.”
Will has wanted to hear those words for the last three years. He wanted to laugh, he wanted to cry, he wanted to scream and dance and hug someone. They found him. After three long years they found him.
Now they just had to get him out of there.
“Pull back, Phantom,” he ordered. “We’ll have a better time of extracting him if we get rid of the obstacles in the way first.”
“On it,” Danny responded. Will readied his trick arrows.
~~~~~
Danny was reading when Roy woke up. He came to slowly, looking around the room first -checking for possible exit strategies- before his eyes fell on Danny. Danny could see a spark of recognition flash by before his face twisted in confusion. He glanced at his ring, then Danny, then did a double take at his lack of right arm. Panic rose in his face, so Danny put his hand over Roy’s, dragging his soulmate’s attention from his amputated limb back to Danny.
“I know you want to freak out, but how ‘bout we explain a few things first, okay?” He suggested softly, to which Roy shakily agreed.
With his other hand Danny snatched up his phone, sending a text to Will that Roy was awake. He ran into the room not five minutes later, followed by Oliver Queen, Roy’s mentor and -to Danny’s not so recent knowledge- Green Arrow. Ollie looked almost like he wanted to cry. Will just looked relieved, Danny could sympathize.
He’s waited too long for this reunion.
“Great, the whole gang’s here,” Roy quipped, drawing Danny’s attention back to him. “Now can someone tell me why Danny’s here, why there’s another me, and where the hell my arm went‽”
Will and Ollie glanced at each other in uncertainty, unsure of where to start and how to let him know gently that he’s been asleep for six years. Danny scoffed, rolling his eyes as he gave Roy’s hand a pat and stood up to be next to the other two heroes.
“Cowards,” he hissed at them before turning to face Roy, who was looking more than a little lost. “Well Roy, It's nice to finally see you again, now buckle up ‘cause this is one hell of a story.”
∆•∆•∆•∆
Danny watched as the other two left the room, before turning back to Roy. For all intents and purposes he looked like a confused teenager that had just been told he was replaced for six years, but the ring on Danny’s finger was blazing with something hotter than confusion and loss.
“I said I wanted some time alone, Danny,” Roy ground out. His acting was so clear Danny let a chuckle escape his throat as he sat back in his chair.
“No luck Roy, I’m not leaving you this time.” A glare was shot his way from the boy on the bed, he brushed it off easily with a smile. “I’ve waited this long to be with you again, you really think I’ll leave you alone so you can ghost me?”
Roy sneered, dropping the act entirely in favour of a glare so strong it would make Vlad quiver in his boots. “You can’t keep me here, not when Luthor needs a beating.”
“Keep you here?” Danny chuckled, “who said anything about keeping you here? I want to go with you. If I can’t stop you from leaving I can at least make sure you don’t get yourself in another mess you can't get yourself out of.”
Roy cocked his head, dropping the glare in favour of a confused look. “Danny, not that I don’t appreciate the sentiment, but you really think you can keep up?”
Danny looked his soulmate over before he gave a sharp grin, exposing his fangs as he flashed his eyes to green. “If I could keep up with you but older for three years, I can keep up with you for as long as I want.”
Only the book Danny was reading greeted Will and Ollie when they made their way back to the recovery room.
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Learn How to Fly Day 3 Wings Au
Danny soared through the open skies of the Ghost Zone following the tugging he had felt in his core. He had been awoken from his nap from something telling him he needed to go to a very specific spot in the realms right that second or else. And Danny did not particularly want to find out what that or else was if he was being completely honest. So, here he was, flying through the realms at breakneck speeds trying to follow this incessant tugging at his core.
He had never felt anything like this before in his entire half life but it was making him feel as though he was going to lose his mind. He blindly followed what felt like a rope tied to his core until he came upon a small floating island. The halfa tilted his head to the side as he took in the island.
That was new.
At sixteen, Danny was still just a prince of the Infinite Realms but he had already gotten to the point in his training that he knew of every island and every spot in the Ghost Zone and he was absolutely certain that he had never seen this island before. Flying closer to the small floating rock, it hit him.
There was a new ghost! The zone had created a new lair for them! He flew even faster to get to the island, he needed to welcome the new ghost, that’s why he was here.
With a practiced grace, Danny turned his tail into legs and landed in the center of the island before following the tug to a small ghost, curled in on themselves. He tilted his head as he took in this new being. They looked like they had wings?
“Hello,” he said hesitantly, stepping forward to poke the being. “Are you okay there?”
The ghost jumped and lifted their head from their knees to stare up at Danny. “Who the fuck are you?” They demanded. Danny took in their appearance then and raised an eyebrow. White hair with a black streak, slightly blue tinted skin, green eyes, black wings. Those were new, he didn’t think he’d ever seen a ghost with wings before. The most interesting part, though was the fact that the kid was wearing a Robin costume. Something felt off about this ghost, something he had only felt with two other beings in his entire life.
A grin split onto his face. A new halfa! Although, it seemed this halfa hadn’t finished forming all the way. Didn’t look like he had come back from the dead just yet like Danny had. But then again, every halfa experience was different. Dani had been created, Plasmius had formed slowly over time, Danny’s had been instantaneous. This kid certainly felt like a halfa, like calls to like and all that. But they didn’t feel quite complete, like they hadn’t gone through the entire halfa process yet. Danny didn’t know how better to describe it than that but, he would just go with it.
“Prince Phantom of the Infinite Realms. At your service,” Danny said with an over exaggerated bow. He glanced back at the boy and held out a hand. “And you are?”
The boy squinted at him before he took the prince’s hand and allowed Danny to pull him up to standing position. The new ghost wobbled slightly before gaining his balance. “The name’s Robin,” he lied. Danny took the lie and accepted it.
“Now, are you the real Robin or just a cosplayer?” Danny asked, giving the teenager a curious look.
“The fuck? I’m the real Robin! Now tell me where the hell I am and how can I get back home!”
Danny tilted his head to the side and started to float around the boy, taking in his appearance once more. Maybe that was why he had wings? To symbolize his status as one of the Robins that worked for Batman. He had to be the newer Robin, everyone knew that the original one had become Nightwing once he got older. “What’s the last thing you remember, Robin?”
The new halfa frowned, his eyebrows furrowing together. “I was in a warehouse and, and I was wanting my dad to show up and save me. The Joker,” the pale boy’s face seemed to pale even more as realization dawned on him. “Am I dead!?”
Danny gave the teenager a grim smile. “Unfortunately,” he said and landed once more in front of the boy. “But, things aren’t all bad here. I know it’s a lot to take in but you came back as a ghost! And an interesting one at that,” he said, trying to stay upbeat. He knew how hard it was to come to terms with your own death and mortality. Danny had gone through the motions as well.
Robin screwed up his nose. “What do you mean an interesting one? What’s interesting about being dead! It just means my dad- I mean Batman didn’t save me like he was supposed to!” He shouted, throwing his arms out, only to start to wobble once again and grab onto Danny’s arm to stabilize himself. “Why the fuck can’t I balance?”
“Look behind you,” Danny instructed softly. Robin frowned but did as Danny said. The prince held back his giggles as he watched Robin’s jaw drop in disbelief, his eyes nearly popped out of his head.
“Holy shit. I have wings!”
“Robin’s wings!” Danny said gleefully. “Get it! Because you’re a robin!” He said before he burst into cackles, unable to hold them in any longer. “They’re very pretty.”
“How do I get rid of them? I don’t know how to use wings!?” Robin shouted. Danny just shrugged and stepped behind the newly formed ghost and carefully took the wings in his hands and spread them out.
“I’m sure between the two of us, we can figure it out,” Danny hummed. “Can you move them at all? Maybe concentrate on your back muscles or something?”
Robin squeezed his eyes tight as he tried to move the muscles in his back. Danny titled it head to the side as he watched the teen fail miserably at it.
“Maybe wave your arms?” He suggested. “Like sway them back and forth?”
“I feel stupid,” Robin grumbled. Danny just chuckled. Better that he feel stupid than have that meltdown about being dead. Danny was just happy to get the guy distracted for at least a little bit before the whole death thing really hit him. It would inevitably hit him but maybe the prince could prolong it just enough to get Robin to Far Frozen to get him checked out and see if Danny’s feeling about him being a halfa was right.
“You look pretty stupid too,” Danny said with a snort. Robin shot him a glare from over his shoulder. The halfa just ignored him and took the tips of Robin’s wings and started to move them back and forth slowly. “Focus on the muscles that are moving with them, roll your shoulders a little? Maybe that’ll help.”
Robin slowly rolled his shoulders, lifting the wings up just a bit. He frowned and closed his eyes once more as he continued to try and feel his wings until one fluttered underneath Danny’s hand before they flapped once.
“Holy shit,” he breathed, flapping them again. “That’s so weird. How do I fly with them?”
“I dunno, but let’s figure it out!” Danny said, jumping in place as the excitement raced through him. He was so excited to watch Robin learn to fly with his wings. He felt even happier knowing it was because he helped him do it! Robin flashed him a cute smile that caused Danny’s core to flutter. He smiled back, this was going to be so much fun.
After about six months in the Ghost Zone, Jason had managed to really figure out the flying thing with his wings. He had also finally decided to trust Danny enough with his name after Danny had told him his was actually Danny, not Phantom. They had also gone to see Frostbite who had confirmed that Jason was a halfa but that his human half just wasn’t ready to come out yet. Little did they know that Jason’s human half was about to wake up and start wandering the streets of Gotham, completely brain dead and out of his mind.
“Come on Jay, race ya!” Danny shouted back at his boyfriend. That was the other thing, after spending all of their time together, the two halfas had become absolutely smitten with one another until Jason had finally managed to work up the courage to kiss Danny one night after learning how to use his powers.
Jason had formed a core made of light and the two had been having so much fun watching as Jason learned how to bend light and shadows to his whim, making the lights brighter and darker. He didn’t think it was as cool as Danny’s ice powers but it was still pretty fucking fun.
“You’re on,” Jason called, flapping his wings a few times before he took to the air. Technically he could fly the same way Danny did just by defying gravity and doing whatever he wanted. But there was just something so exhilarating about flapping his large, beautiful wings to soar through the Ghost Zone.
He quickly gained speed, managing to catch up to his doofus of a boyfriend rather easily. “Where are we going?” He asked, glancing over at Danny’s face. The ghost prince had become his absolute best friend and then something so much more special to Jason. He had been there for all of Jason’s hard times, comforted him as he came to terms with his death and held his hand every step of the way as he figured everything out. He wasn’t sure when he would be able to reconnect with his human half and become what Danny had told him was a halfa and he didn’t really know when he would be ready to do that. What if he never felt ready for that? Couldn’t he just stay a ghost and be happy?
“To your lair! I have a surprise for you!” Danny called back to him as they swooped beneath an island. Jason felt himself turn sideways, his wings easily gliding through the air. He wouldn’t have his wings in his human form. Or at least he didn’t think so, how would he even explain them to literally anyone? Not only that but how would he even explain how he had come back to life? There were so many uncertainties and Jason didn’t know how to handle any of them. He and Danny had only really talked about the barest aspects of a plan, only really figuring out how Danny could find him and when he should once Jason had turned back into a human.
Danny had offered multiple times to help him plan for what he was going to do when he came back to life and woke up in his grave but Jason had just brushed him off. He would figure it out eventually. The two soon landed on the ground of Jason’s lair and the fifteen year old immediately ran to his boyfriend and scooped him up in his arms.
“I won,” he said with a grin. Danny just rolled his eyes.
“No, you didn’t. I did, obviously,” he stated before pressing a soft kiss to Jason’s lips. “But I’m willing to say that we tied if you are.”
Jason hummed and kissed Danny once more. “I think that’s fine,” he murmured. “Now what did we fly all the way out to my lair?” He asked, setting Danny down once more.
“I think it’s time for you to go back to your human self,” Danny told him, taking Jason’s hand in his. “This portal opened up recently and I think it’s for you.”
Jason gave his boyfriend a nervous look. “I don’t know if I’m ready,” he said quietly. Danny just gave him a soft kiss.
“I believe in you. And once you come back as a human, I’ll come looking for you. You’ve already given me all the information I need to find you. Gotham City, New Jersey. You live with Bruce Wayne, ask for Jason Todd,” he said dutifully. While Danny had been living full time in the Ghost Zone for about a year now, he was still pretty shaky about making his own portals. He could never seem to make them in the spots he wanted which resulted in him appearing in very random parts of the world rather than where he wanted. So it would take him some time to get to Jason, especially since this portal in front of them was very clearly only meant for Jason.
Jason nodded and hugged Danny tight. “I’ll see you soon, okay? Give me a week like we agreed on so I can get things figured out with Bruce and then you can come see me.”
Danny nodded and held Jason close to him. It was going to suck going from seeing his boyfriend every day to going an entire week without him but it would be fine. They could do this. Jason gave his boyfriend one final kiss before he stepped through the portal, closing his eyes as he did.
When he came out, though and opened his eyes once more, he frowned. This wasn’t his casket. And he definitely wasn’t in Gotham anymore.
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Lance through a Kyrptonian Heart
I blame @precarious-hermit for this. @dpxdcshipweek
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Edward Lancer loved Amity Park, even with the daily ghost attacks, but by the Ancients does he miss his hometown. Smallville was a distant memory for him, the farms and the town’s sweetheart family. He hasn’t seen Clark in a long time. One would think childhood friends would keep in better touch but alas, being a teacher and journalist tends to take over one’s life.
Growing up in Smallville was nice. He remembers long summer days spent at the Kent's farm helping Clark out here and there with chores. The easy ones, at least, seeing as his family was one of the few that did own or help on a farm. Daring the inhuman boy to eat metal and different unusual things, as little kids do. Trying to help Clark with blending in with humans. Letting him learn by example and sometimes telling him, no, we can't eat the can we put the beans in.
Edward still chuckles at those memories. Growing up with an alien as a best friend was surprisingly helpful in his daily life. He just wishes that Danny Fenton would tell him, or some adult about his new found inhumanness, it would be easier on the boy. He's getting away from himself now. He's supposed to relax on his vacation to Metropolis, not think about the problems of his students.
The drive to the city was long but worth it to see and actually catch up with his childhood best friend. He's supposed to stay in the man's spare room. He's glad that Clark offered, the hotels were just too expensive for his budget. He hopes that Lois doesn't mind, last he knew, her and Clark had a kid and were happily married.
He’s very happy for them, for Clark. Thinking about Clark's relationship with Lois hurts a bit, an old, familiar ache of want and longing that comes from a long standing crush from childhood. He could never really get over his best friend, and he's fine with that. He accepted that he will always be too much of a coward to tell Clark how he feels.
Edward sighs as he finally turns into a parking spot of a lot next to the coffee shop they agreed to meet at. He takes slow deep breaths to settle himself. It was just past noon and the sun was shining nicely in the summer sky. A perfect day for a meeting of old friends.
A bell jingles as he opens the door. The bittersweet smell of coffee and pastries fills the space. The shop had a comfortable homey style that he enjoyed. He must have got here right after the lunch rush, as there was barely a line. Gettinghis coffee was a quick affair. Finding a place to sit so he could call Clark, however, took a bit longer. He ended up in a small two person booth on the back wall. Before he had even finished his phone out of his pocket, Clark opened the doors to the shop.
Clark skips getting coffee completely and heads straight to Edward, a bright smile on his face that seems like it was only for him and oh did that do things to his heart. Taking a small moment to prepare himself, he stands to greet the man that his cowardice would never let him have.
"Clark, It feels like forever since we saw each in person!" Edward is proud to say his voice didn't betray him in this moment.
"Yeah, it has!" Clark forgoes a handshake, instead, he crushes Edward in a too-strong hug. Edward has to tap the man to remind him that he isn't made of steel. It only lasted less than a minute, but it had Edward melting."How have you been?"
"I've been good." He gestures for Clark to take a seat before he sits himself. "I have an interesting student that I'm keeping an eye on. He seems to develop a similar thing to what you had as a kid. Otherwise the same old life." The look on Clark's face was worth the questions he would get later.
"Oh wow. We'll have to talk about that later."
"I assumed so. How about you? I haven't heard from you in ages."
"Well, work has been good. A lot of new stories are coming up about certain companies I'm not allowed to say the name of at the moment. I've been a bit lonely since the divorce but it was for the best, you know?”
Edward almost choked on his coffee. "The divorce?" The hope that bloomed in his chest was a sick thing, but was there nonetheless.
"Yeah. Lois and I got a divorce. She realized something about herself, hell I realized something about myself, and we decided to go our separate ways.” Clark chuckles a bit before continuing on. "We've been separated for 6-ish months now, still friends and all that, and I get Jon every other week. You'll probably see him before Lois picks him up."
"Oh, okay. How are you holding up with all of… that?" Edward can't begin to unravel how he feels about this whole thing. He feels bad that his friend went through this, but on the other hand he can't help but hope that he has a chance.
"I was bad the first couple months or so, but I did some searching and revaluated myself and our relationship. It was for the best. I got to meet her girlfriend last weekend. She is really nice, even made cookies for Jon and I." Clark beams a small smile at the memorie
"I'm glad it all worked out for you in the end. You should probably get something to eat. It's your lunch break, right?" Edward raises an eyebrow at the man across from him, causing said man to chuckle as he leaves to order his food.
Edward is relieved that his best friend is doing alright with his divorce, and even more so that Clark may not be so straight himself. After all it wasn't just Lois that realized something about herself, though It's best not to get his hopes up too high. There may be a chance, but he always was a coward.
It doesn't take long for Clark to come back to the table with a nice looking sandwich, but he doesn't sit down. He looks a little sad, actually.
"I just got a call from work, they want me back early to look over a story. I am so sorry."
"It's okay, Clark. I'll just-" Edward didn't get to finish his sentence as Clark shoved a set of keys towards him.
"Here is a set of keys to my apartment. I already sent you the address and stuff. I’ve got to go, see you in an hour or two. I've got some things to tell you." Clark didn't wait for Edward to fully take the keys before he was out of sight. Well, this certainly gave Edward time to himself to let the whole conversation set in, at least.
Having time to himself was a bad idea. He kept on analyzing what Clark said over and over again. He's getting away from himself. A dangerous thought of actually telling the other man his feelings is plaguing his mind. He’s a coward and always has been, but maybe, just maybe he doesn't have to be about this anymore, and isn't that a striking thought. Edward Lancer actually admitting his feelings. His sister would be proud. He'll wait till Clark gets back, see what he has to say. Edward is still a coward after all, even with this bout of bravery. He just has to wait an hour or so.
Being in Clark's apartment without him was slightly strange but not the worst. He's using the new space as a distraction and time waster. It wasn't very effective, but it worked enough.
He could tell which bedroom he would be staying in, a cozy light blue theme room with a queen sized bed. Setting up his things had taken under half an hour. He's going to need more things to distract himself with. He wandered around a bit finding where the bathroom is and what he thinks is Clark and Jon's rooms. He ended up in the living room fifteen minutes later.
He sits down on the couch, huffing. Deciding to turn on the TV as he waits, live coverage of Superman defeating some robot plays on the screen. Waiting is the worst when you are expecting something, and the news wasn’t exactly helping.
It wasn't long after the news coverage ended that Clark burst into his apartment. Hair windswept and tie rumpled, a bit of blue peeking out from under his white button up. The smell wafting off of him is smoky with a hint of something metallic.Strange, but not something he could bring up with the man at the moment. It would take a lot of explaining of ectoplasm and Amity Park. Honestly? It’s not worth it, unless Clark ever decided to visit. He was getting distracted again, this really isn't like him at all.
"Oh good, you've settled in!" Clark said slightly out of breath. Now that was very unusual.
"Clark, are you okay? You're out of breath. Did you get caught up in the fight with Superman…" a slow realization crawls on Edwards face. "Oh Paradise Lost, you are Superman."
Clark had the decency to look sheepish as he answered. "I was going to tell you, tonight. After the original thing I needed to tell you, but yes I'm Superman."
"I know too many inhuman superheroes. Go change out of your suit, and then let’s talk, please." Edward runs his hand down his face as he hears the wind whip around Clark as he moves about the apartment.
Clark is back to the living room in sweatpants and a t-shirt by the time Edward's hand drops from his face. He really shouldn't be surprised, the man had a heart of gold. It was one of the reasons Edward fell for him in the first place.
"Thank you. Now what was the thing more important than your secret identity that you had to tell me?" Edward will not get his hopes up, but the feeling in his chest says he is a liar.
"Well, it's best if I start at the beginning. Mainly for my sake rather than yours. I have no doubt that you would understand but uh, yeah." Clark's hand is rubbing the back of his neck in that nervous habit he never did kick. "Like I said at the coffee shop, Lois and I got a divorce. Turns out that she figured out that she's a lesbian. I'm happy for her! Really! But it caused me to look at our relationship, and myself, in a new light. It spiraled into my own realization, one that had me look back at our relationship." Clark took a deep breath, looking at Edward with caring eyes. Edward' heart was pounding in his chest. Hope that he had denied didn’t seem so foolish anymore.
"Edward Lancer, I think I've been in love with you since the summer before you moved out of Smallville." Clark's small unsure smile melted what was left of him.
"That's good, because I think I have been too!" Edward walks from his spot on the couch to where Clark had been standing, too far away for too long. Embracing the other in a tender hug. Light laughter bubbling up from both men.
"Can I kiss you?" Clark asks, ever the gentleman.
"I've been waiting to hear that for too long. Yes, please."
Edward starts to lean in, meeting Clark halfway. The kiss is soft and tender, everything Edward has ever wanted and more. He hopes that Clark feels the same.
#DPxDCShipWeek2023#dpxdc#DPxDCShipWeek#Day 3(DPxDCShipWeek)#clark kent#superman#mr. lancer#dc x dp fic#Clark Kent/Lancer#Literacy(ship)#Childhood friends to lovers#Prompt: Friends#batpham discord server#I blame Mellon for this for this#Writing on the walls
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Fandoms: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types, DCU, Nightwing (Comics)
Ratings: Mature
Relationships: Danny Fenton & Dick Grayson, Danny Fenton/Dick Grayson
Characters: Danny Fenton, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Barbara Gordon, Koriand’r (DCU)
Additional Tags: Coming of Age, Childhood Friends, Danny Fenton-centric, Dick Grayson-centric, Demisexual Danny Fenton, Bisexual Dick Grayson, Angst, Fluff, Developing Friendships, Dick Grayson Has Issues, Hurt/Comfort, Trauma, and many more...
Summary:
“Some things are meant to be…some are not. No matter how much we wish they were.”
The first time Danny met Dick was back when they were eight years old. When Haly’s Circus had come to Amity Park for their world-tour performance.
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Day 1/February 13: Firsts/Lasts | Arranged Marriage AU
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DPxDC Ship Week 2023 - Day 6
@dpxdcshipweek
Rated: T
Ship Chosen: Dick Grayson/Danny Fenton (Death Defying)
Summary: When Dick's life is saved by Pariah Dark's most powerful enforcer, Phantom, the Justice League are forced to reconsider their views and actions towards the ghosts that have been attacking the States for the past four months. Dick is there every step of the way, trying his best to gain Phantom's trust.
Danny trusts Nightwing. He does. But a guy can only be burned so many times before they're burnt to dust.
Excerpt without context:
“We know that you’ve been attacking military facilities for a reason,” Superman started, “but we don’t know what that reason is. So if you could come in, and talk to us, then we could-”
“And if you aren’t satisfied with your answer?” Phantom interrupted. Superman blinked in confusion.
“Pardon?”
Phantom clarified, “If you don’t like what I have to say, what will you do? Will you continue to try and eliminate ghosts-”
“Woah, we’re not trying to eliminate anyone-” Superman cut in this time.
“It’s been four months and only now you have looked into the issue,” Phantom pointed out, a stern frown growing on his brows. No longer did he look like the young man Superman had begun to see. Now, he looked like the quiet, invincible enforcer Phantom had been infamous as. “You let the government prattle on with their bigotry and prejudice for four months, and it took me saving one of your precious heroes for you to even consider that we are not a threat to the public. That is no longer incompetency, that is chosen ignorance-”
“We made a mistake, I understand that,” Superman began, lifting his hands in a peace gesture.
“Do you?” Phantom scoffed, tilting his head in a condescending manner. “Tell me, what do you know of the Anti-Ecto Acts?”
Superman frowned. “The… what?”
Phantom huffed. He almost sounded… disappointed.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Phantom spat. “There is nothing to talk about.”
#dpxdc#dpxdcshipweek2023#dpxdcshipweek#halfagone's fics#7k words later#finally#this one took it out of me#let me tell ya
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Dani is pretty pleased to have found herself a new father figure in John Constantine. He doesn't know quite how this happened, but from what he's heard of her 'father', he can't do much worse than that piece of shit.
Vlad Masters, meanwhile, is having to come to terms with the fact he does care about his erstwhile clone creation. Particularly once he starts hearing about someone else parenting "his" child.
Team Phantom is not quite helping anyone's sanity with their assumptions that Dani's new dad must logically be Vlad's ex husband.
A very belated entry for Day 6: Enemies to Lovers AU
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Soul for a Soul
Welcome to possibly the beginning of this blog's busiest week. We're kicking off the DPxDC Ship Week 2023 with some Danny and Damian "Arranged Marriage AU" content.
Danny is the crowned Prince of Ghosts. Damian is the Demon Prince. With the ghosts gearing up for war, this is turning into a problem. A Dead Serious problem.
DPxDC Ship Week 2023 prompt: Firsts/lasts - Arranged marriage AU - Monday 13
((For more information on the DPxDC Ship Week, check out >>this post<<))
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