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Clown around and find out

Part 5 of my Danny is an Arkham Security Guard AU (og tumblr post)

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<< Prequel - How to confuse a Bat

Jazz took a deep breath, trying to center herself.

She had been left alone with the bats in the cave with probably no way of getting out of there, at least not when her brother abandoned her leaving more questions than answers.

Jazz had noticed how Danny was avoiding actually answering anything. It could be easy - explain he was a ghost, how he died and came back, why were they so scared of the GIW. Transform with a dramatic flare, if he so desired, to show that everything they said was true and real.

But no. He left her in a cave with the Bats. Alone. Great.

“I’m so sorry about my brother, he likes to storm out when things get awkward.” She said as she pulled out her phone, speed dialing Danny. He picked up after five rings. “Danny, turn around.” She didn’t wait for him to talk.

“No.”

His voice was very distorted by ghost speak, so he must have not only transformed but also was very angry. Figures.

“Danny, we talked about this. Let the bats deal with their stuff. Only interfere when-”

“When a ghost is involved, I know.” Her brother grumbled, static still entwined with his voice. She couldn’t understand what he was whispering under his breath but she didn’t need to.

“Turn. Around.”

“No. The clown killed people under my protection. He must pay.”

“Killed?” She started to question, but a hand stole her phone from her. She looked up, finding Bruce putting her phone on speaker.

“What do you know?” He demanded.

Danny cursed in ghost speak.

“I don’t have time to deal with this. Help me or stay out of my way, Batman.”

“Danny, don't be rude.” Jazz picked her phone back, giving the man an annoyed look for taking it away. “It is their city. We are guests. You wouldn’t like them rushing into the Ghost Zone messing with things.”

There was a bit of silence partially filled with sounds of rushing wind.

“I hate that you have a point.”

“I’m your older sister, of course I’m right.” Jazz heard someone huff behind her, but she didn’t turn to check. She suspected it was Damian.

Danny snorted, the static diminishing. “You are such a dork.” He sighed dramatically, and everyone could imagine him rolling his eyes. “I’ll stay put and wait for them. If they take too long the party bus leaves without the bats. Bye bye, Jazzy.”

He hung up without waiting for her response.

“I hate when he does that.” The young woman took a deep breath and turned to look at Tim, pointing at his tablet. “You got his location?”

“Why would I have it?” The other looked at Bruce for support, but he was walking towards the batcomputer.

“Because I saw you typing as I talked with Danny. Please draw a line between the Manor and his location and-”

“Guess the Joker’s location, yeah.” Tim bit his lip, somehow annoyed and endeared at the same time for being told what to do by this practical stranger. He turned his tablet to show he already did that. “He’s at the docks. Abandoned building with few exits. Probably with heavy security.”

“I know where it is.” Jason started walking to where his spare suit would be, but Bruce stopped him.

“Jason, stay with Jasmine and Duke. Damian, Tim, we will meet Cass on our way to Danny’s location.”

“No fucking way! Is this because of the clown?”

Jazz narrowed her eyes when she saw green creep into the irises. She knew the story, and the legends, but seeing the man in real life gave her a few ideas. She needed to investigate further.

“No. We saw how you react to Danny’s presence. It could compromise you while in combat.”

“I can control it!”

“I’m sorry Jason, but I have to agree with Batman on this. Danny is pretty angry and he can’t control how he affects nearby ghosts.”

“But I’m not a ghost.”

Jazz pressed her lips together, as if she wanted to say something but shouldn’t. “Still, Danny can, uh, influence you. And you don’t know how to control your response to him. We can teach you!” She put up her hands in a placating manner when Jason tensed at her words. “Let’s ask Danny when he gets back.”

“Whatever.” Jason grumbled and went wherever he could go without leaving the cave.

Jazz sighed and turned towards Bruce. “There’s one thing you need to know about my brother.” The man gave all of his attention. “He is dangerous but he won’t kill anyone. Whatever you see…” She bit her lip, unsure. “Just keep that in mind.”

“Understood.” He nodded carefully. He still had so many questions but it wasn’t the time and place to ask them. It hadn’t escaped Bruce how so far neither of the Fenton siblings had really shared important information while showing they knew everything about them.

But he had to swallow the discomfort for now.

Within a few minutes, Robin, Batman and Red Robin were speeding outside the cave in the Batmobile, Alfred had moved quietly to the computer setup and prepared for managing the comms with Duke, leaving Jazz and Jason on their own.

“Was it real?” Jazz turned towards Duke’s wide eyes as both took a chair to watch the action from the screens. “What I saw… about your brother.”

Jazz made a face. “Yes. Danny is… He says he’s not human, but he- huh, how can I say it?”

“Was he revived? Resurrected?” Jason asked from where he sat down to sulk away from the rest.

“In a way, he was. He came back as something else.”

Alfred looked away from the screens and turned in his chair to glance at the doctor’s face, making a note about how her mouth was pressed in a line.

“But his case was different from yours, though.” Jason only lifted an eyebrow at the admission that she knew about him. “Maybe that’s why Duke sees what he can see in Danny.”

“You don’t know what happened to me.” His voice was closer to a growl, but Jazz didn’t seem fazed at all.

She shook her head. “No, I don’t know the details, like how you died or how you came back - but it wasn’t hard to make the connection between the dead Robin and the Red Hood.” She smirked. “The obsession with the Joker and Batman was what proved my theory.”

Jason glared at her for a moment, seizing the young woman up as if she were a threat. Finally, he huffed and rolled his eyes. “You are weird.”

“And you are too much like my brother.” She crossed her arms.

“That still doesn’t answer my question, though.” Duke reminded them that they weren’t alone in the cave. “What is your brother? How is his ‘case’ different from Jason’s?”

The doctor swallowed. She knew she could trust the bats, she knew Danny had given her permission to talk openly about him, that on their way to the Cave he had decided to cooperate and that meant no more secrets.

But she was so used to hiding, not trusting anyone, fearing for so long that one day they would find out about her little brother and take him away…

She looked at the screens that showed the footage of the suits of all the bats in action, watching them grapple over the streets and the buildings, flying like birds without wings, without powers. If they could do these amazing things without powers, could they protect Danny when the time came?

“Danny wasn’t just ‘revived’.” Her eyes first saw her brother waiting on a rooftop on Red Robin’s camera. He looked human and very bored. “What happened to him wasn’t magic or just a lab accident. I mean, that’s the word we use because it happened in a lab; but it wasn't only science that turned him into what he is now.”

She saw Danny talk with the four bats, but Alfred had the volume low and it was easy to tune the words out. Her heart beat fast. She could do this. They trusted the bats.

“My parents were obsessed with ghosts. Their whole life, their whole work, is about ghosts. Study them, exterminate them - whatever the end goal was, they first needed the most important ingredient. A ghost.”

She felt her mouth move and her vocal cords vibrate as she talked, but her mind was actually focused on how Danny made a face and turned to jump to the next rooftop. He couldn't fly in his human form, but he could still do powerful jumps.

“They needed proof and a subject to study, so they decided to pour ten years of their life into making a portal to where the ghosts lived. It would be easy - punch a hole between dimensions, pick any ghost and show it to everyone. But the portal didn’t work.

“I was sixteen when they tested the portal and nothing happened. Danny was fourteen. We believed our parents would at last abandon their ghosts obsession and move on; but my little brother decided to mess around with the machine - he was inside when it turned on.”

She averted her eyes from the images on the screens, turning to see Duke and remember why she was telling all of this.

“He wasn’t revived - he was remade when a portal to another dimension opened through him. That’s why, I think, you can see weird stuff around him.”

She saw in the eyes of the other that he understood what she meant, and once more she wondered what the meta had meant by his words. Could he see Phantom overlapped with Fenton? Could he see his powerful aura? Could he see how tight Danny kept his power around him all the time?

“Is that why he sometimes speaks with static?”

Jazz turned towards Jason. Did he understand the words under the static? Interesting. “That’s just ghostspeak.” She did a dismissive gesture with her hand. “He’s been teaching me some of it, but humans can’t make all the sounds so my abilities are limited.”

“So he’s a ghost.”

She made a face. “Not exactly."

"And he's human. Not exactly, ok, ok. I get it." Jason sighed when she opened her mouth to correct him. "Well, whatever he is I hope he's not all bark and no bite, because they are at the docks."

Jazz turned to look at the screens, Alfred turning up the volume just in time to hear the argument going on between Danny and the bats.

"... I ain't waiting around. Just tell me where and I'll go."

"We need to make a plan before jumping in." Bruce's voice was tired already. He wasn't fond of the "punch first ask questions never" approach. How the man was best friends with Superman was beyond Jason. "Red Robin?"

"I have the schematics of the building." He said before sharing with everyone, including the batcomputer. "I suggest splitting up, Cass from the North dock, B taking the main entrance, I can get into the vents-"

"Hey, shortie."

"Hey!"

"What's behind this wall?" Danny continued as if Tim hadn't said anything, walking towards the closest wall in the secluded corner they decided to land on.

"Uhhh, it is a storage room. Supposedly."

“Works for me." He shrugged, lifted a closed fist, and before Batman could say anything, he punched the wall.

The hole he made was small, but the tension in the structure traveled through the brick and mortar in the form of serpentine cracks. It happened so fast that the wall collapsed on itself in a matter of seconds.

"What the fuck, dude!" Tim threw his hands to the air.

"People could have been behind the wall." Batman sounded disappointed.

"Uh-huh. I knew it was empty." Danny made a move to walk in, but was stopped by a gloved hand. He turned to glance at Cass, who took his hand to examine it. It was perfectly fine, not even the knuckles were sore. "Thanks for worrying but I'm fine!"

"How could he know that it was empty?" Duke leaned into Jazz.

"He can hear the heartbeats." She ignored the sideways look that Alfred gave her.

"And he didn't know what was behind the wall?"

"I don't have X-ray vision, lugnut!" Danny answered, looking straight at the camera in Cass' suit. "I'm not Superman."

"Could have fooled me.” Jason murmured under his breath.

“Woah, he can hear us!? From that far?”

“Calm down, Duke. He can hear through the comms. He really is not like Superman, I promise.” Jazz sighed.

“Yeah, the blue boy wishes he were like me.” The gesture he did as he flicked his hair could have been funnier if his eyes weren’t so dull and he didn’t have such deep and dark eyebags. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

The bats looked at each other briefly, but chose to follow Danny inside, splitting up anyway to cover more ground, but always keeping one of them close to Arkham guard, just in case.

Jason watched as Danny whistled a cheery tune while he walked deeper inside the building, completely entranced at the sight. He was absolutely opposite to every training he had in the past - he was loud and uncaring about who could find him, as if he was either so confident in his abilities or he was completely stupid.

He glanced at Jazz. She was watching the screens with the kind of worried silence of someone that knew what was going to happen and yet is unable to stop it. He wondered how many times the siblings had been in a situation like this.

Alarms started blaring in the base, the noise being picked up by the suit cameras, and Jason’s attention was back to the screens - Cass was jumping around in the shadows, finding the first thugs in horrible clown masks, dispatching them quickly; Timbers was following Danny and covering the entrances before advancing to the next room since Danny didn’t seem to care about being ambushed; the dynamic duo were shadowing Cass and picking up the disarmed thugs for them to tie up and prepare for the police.

Soon, Danny stopped whistling, not that they could hear him under the fighting noises and the alams, and stopped in front of seemingly nothing in particular in a long corridor.

“Danny?” Tim’s voice was shaky. He was scared. But Danny hadn’t done anything yet?

“He’s behind this wall.”

The guard turned towards the vigilante, and the camera glitched for a moment. His eyes were green and then they were blue. Danny smiled, and the glitch happened again.

Jazz leaned in. “Danny, wait for everyone else. And please, don’t make a scene.”

How the other heard her under the noise of the alarms, Jason couldn’t know. “Yeah, yeah.”

He made a dismissive gesture with his hand and then he punched the wall anyway. Unlike the other time when he pulled the same move, the wall disintegrated completely at the force of the hit.

“Hello???” The young man said, stepping over the rubble. “Anybody home?”

Jason will never admit it, but Joker’s crackling still made him shiver sometimes.

“Oh? We have guests?” The voice felt like sandpaper rubbing against his brain. “Is it only you? I feel abandoned, I would expect Batsy to join the party.”

Tim took this as his cue and did one step towards the hole in the wall, but he stopped as Danny responded.

“Just me and my handsome looks. Why, you thought you deserved more?”

From Tim’s camera they couldn’t really see what was inside the room, but they could see the guard’s profile and the way Danny’s face was set in a practiced smile. He was deliberately hiding the vigilantes.

“We are in position.” Damian’s voice redirected their attention to his camera feed. Batman and Robin were looking at the argument from the rafters, giving a wider perspective of what was going on.

It was a repurposed loading and unloading bay of the warehouse - all machinery moved away to let a bigger space in the center. It looked like a battle arena more than a warehouse, and it was filled with thugs and henchmen.

All with automatic weapons glinting under the ceiling lights.

Besides him, Jasmine sighed in relief. “Thanks the Ancients.”

Duke was the one that jumped and turned to watch her with wide eyes. “What? There must be at least two hundred armed people in there!”

She didn’t blink when she looked at him. “Those can’t hurt my brother.” Tim’s camera caught Danny’s scoffing, but it wasn’t clear if it was at something Joker said or at Jazz’s words.

“Visual on the Joker.” Cass' voice was soft as she spoke into her comms.

From her camera feed they could see the clown holed up in the supervisor’s office on the other side of the loading bay, watching Danny with his trademark smile in place from the safety of the only window overlooking the room. He had changed to one of his purple suits already, with a yellow flower on the lapel and everything.

“Move in on my cue.” Bruce half-grunted, tension evident in his voice. He wasn’t liking the odds here, despite Jazz’s optimism.

Danny was still talking, probably had been stalling the fight and giving time for the bats to prepare their strategy.

“... I had faith in you, Joker. You had behaved so well! Like a cute puppy!”

“You sister tried to convince me to become a model citizen, but I guess some of us are too far gone.” The tone was mocking. Joker didn’t believe what he was saying. “She threatened me, you know? The first time we met.”

Jazz scoffed, crossing her arms.

“She said, and I quote: Before I give the order for your execution, I would first make sure your existence will be wiped from the Infinite Realms after your last breath.” He chuckled. “I don’t usually take threats personally, of course, but this time something bothered me.”

“Scared of her?”

Joker hummed, shaking his head. “No. As if she could kill me.” He rolled his eyes as if the thought was absurd. “But it made me think… She said it as if she had the power to, let’s say, ‘make sure my existence is wiped’ but the truth is she is not the one with those abilities…”

Jason saw Jazz put her face in her hands from the corner of his eyes.

“... You are. Daniel Fenton, the eccentric guard, the mystery. You are a meta, right? Maybe an alien? Or maybe… some kind of creature from another dimension? Hell, perhaps?”

Tim was barely breathing, his camera glitching more and more as he looked at the younger Fenton.

Danny did the creepy smile again. “Let’s say I can make you disappear. It’s kind of my magic trick. What of it?”

Joker chuckled again. “Then I can’t wait to tell Batsy all about it! I bet he’ll be thrilled.”

“Oh.” The glitching stopped. Danny threw his head back and did a dry chuckle. “He already knows.”

“Hm.” That was the cue.

Batman and Robin jumped from their perching position, the black cape hiding Danny in the shadows for a moment.

Jason was distracted and watched Bruce land and use the cape as a shield against the first maelstrom of bullets, but when he looked at Red Robin’s feed, Danny wasn’t there anymore.

“Look!” Duke pointed at Cass’ camera feed. Alfred zoomed in on the blurry figure of the Arkham guard, only visible in the chaos because he was wearing jeans and a white shirt among the sea of dark body armor and clown masks.

Danny was storming through Joker’s people like a bulldozer, knocking down thugs and throwing their guns away in the same move. Despite being shot at, he acted as if it didn’t affect him at all, not making a defensive move once.

“Wha-” Jason murmured, looking at Batman’s feed, finding the not-ghost fighting his way through in a completely different corner of the room. But it was him, the same white blurry figure running at full speed.

“Can he teleport?” Duke turned towards Jazz. She thought the question was funny, and smiled at him.

“Nope. He is just very sneaky.”

Bullshit, Jason kept his eyes on the four feeds, finding that Danny appeared and disappeared from one feed to the other - but it was impossible, the four bats were dividing the large group and fighting them in different fronts. He can teleport, or at least move very fast.

He didn’t like any of those options. The nonchalant way the Fentons treated his skill set could point towards a much scarier reality of a bigger scale of powers. That Danny was powerful was a fact, but how powerful? If so, why did he give up the hero stuff? He clearly believed in justice and wanted to save the ghosts from the GIW; but why hadn’t he joined the Justice League… and why was he so scared of them, instead?

And most importantly - why was he just a guard in Arkham?

Jason wondered what he would do if he had such power, but his mind came back blank. If he had Superman’s power, a god’s power, or, as Danny said, if he had the ability to “make someone disappear” - would he use it? Would he use it on criminals? On the Joker?

Suddenly Jazz’s worries made sense. She said that Danny didn’t kill, but Jason knew that there were ways to make people hurt without killing them.

Also, he was grateful that someone that powerful was on the side of good. Right?

There was a loud sound coming from the batcomputer, a metal sound, seconds before they saw in Tim’s camera that the entire walkway on the left side of the loading bay was collapsing, the support beams ripped from their place and were crushed by-

Jason’s eyebrows went to his hairline as he saw in Cass’ feed how Danny ran at a group of more armed thugs shooting at him, watching how he didn’t make a move to dodge the bullets and yet not even flinched as they unloaded their entire clips on him. Then, the not-human grabbed a support beam, yanked it and tore the metal as if it was paper, doing a big sweep on the now scattering men, their screams drowned in the noise of the walkway falling apart.

“I told him not to make a scene.”

Jason’s eyes followed the teleporting Danny, a smile on his face. “No no, this is actually funny.”

Jasmine clearly didn’t agree with him, by the glare she sent his way.

“Is he usually so destructive?” He couldn’t not ask. “One would think that moving that fast he’d be more precise.”

She sighed heavily. “Danny’s path of destruction can decimate an entire city. This is him being precise.”

“What the fuck.” Duke whispered, eyes glued to the screen.

After that there wasn’t much talking. In frozen silence, they watched the bats and Danny work their way through the group, Danny’s destruction was localized as much as possible where less casualties would occur. It was a miracle that nobody was crushed under the metal beams and fallen walkways.

Soon, after all the thugs were taken care of, they saw the guard jump towards the closed window of the overseer’s office, not caring about shattering the glass and breaking through the concrete like it wasn’t there; Batman and the rest followed right after through the hole Danny left on the wall.

Jason half hoped and half feared that the others would find Joker already dead by Danny’s hand, but what all four camera feeds showed was Danny paralized mid step in the middle of the room. On the other end, close to the emergency exit, Joker watched with delight as the guard’s movements were slowed to a halt.

“Oh?” Danny said, eyes flashing green as he looked at the floor. A circle of salt and various symbols was around the room. “A Devil’s Trap? In this economy?”

Robin’s camera glitched for a second, and Jason swore he saw a glowing figure overlapping with Danny’s. It was back to normal when he blinked.

“You are not the only one with contacts, you know.” Joker was saying. “I knew you’d come for me and I wanted to be prepared.”

“So you assumed I was a demon and set up a Devil’s Trap?” Danny’s smirk was out of place, frozen as he was.

“I am not a fool.” The clown shook his head, smile in place, shrugging in a ‘what can you do’ gesture. “I just set up everything just to see what stuck.”

As he said the words, the room started to glow and sparkle in different colors - different magic. What had the clown done? Who did he get to make all these traps and enchantments?

On the wall, some runes came to life and spawned glowing ropes that attached themselves to Danny’s extremities, forcing him to kneel down.

The circle on the floor lit for a few seconds in red fire, revealing another circle of symbols below, which flowed like liquid fire and ashes, engulfing the kneeling figure of the guard as a metallic sound filled the speakers.

Once the light spectacle settled, the runes and symbols stopped glowing, and magic was executed, Danny was left kneeling covered in ropes and chains, glowing a bit red and with a pissed off expression on his face.

“You surely did try everything huh. There are some even I don’t recognize. Feeling desperate?”

Jason ventured another look at Jazz. She was still worried, but not that worried about Danny’s chained state, feeding his assumption that Danny was more powerful than he calculated at first. He gulped.

“If you think I’m going to let a thing like you roaming free, you are clearly mistaken. So much power, unleashed?” Joker shook his head. “I think I prefer you to be controlled and powerless.”

Danny’s smile was twisted with incredulity, as if he couldn’t believe the audacity of this man.

He stood up. Chains and rope and everything.

“I think there has been a misunderstanding somewhere along the way. I am not something you can trap. Like, at all.”

The cameras glitched again as Danny shook his hands, the ropes trying to tie him to the walls burning in green fire. The chains melted right out of his skin, pooling on the floor in the now useless circle of sigils. The guard stretched his arms above his head, cracking his knuckles, delighted at being free.

“I am not a demon, or a fae, or a god, or a monster. Although the last bit is currently out for debate.” He chuckled. He took a step towards Joker, the place where his foot touched the ground freezing on contact, the ice spreading quickly towards the clown and more specifically, towards his escape route.

“Also, I’m not a mere spirit either. I am The Ghost King.”

As he said the last words, the cameras did a weird thing - they glitched like crazy for a moment, but then started working like normal, just the video was too saturated and the colors were all wrong. It was as if they were in a different dimension altogether.

But that wasn’t what Jason was fixed on.

Danny was not- He was… Uh, it was difficult to explain.

Danny was different. Not just different, different. Danny was and wasn’t the young man he had met today, he wasn’t human but held a human form. His hair was white as fresh fallen snow, his eyes two green beacons and his smile the nightmarish ensemble of sharp teeth they had glimpsed at before.

He looked taller. And bigger. Maybe it was the actual black armor he donned now. It appeared as suddenly as the rest of his physical changes, in a wall of green flames.

“Ghost King?” Joker took a step back, freezing when the ice started creeping towards him now.

“I am the One Above Death. The one that rules over the gods that choose your destiny. I am the Commander of everything and is, was and will die; the one that dictates the fate of those in the Infinite Realms.” He took a deep breath, as if he were calming his nerves. Suddenly he was just in front of Joker, but nobody saw how he moved so fast. “And you are really pissing me off.”

“Please-”

“Uh-huh. I gave you a warning, man. I told you not to mess with my sister. I told you to stay put in Arkham and be a good patient for her, that’s all. You chose violence. You made a bad choice.”

Jason looked nervously at Jazz, who blinked at the four angles of her brother picking up Joker by the lapels of his suit. For some reason it was becoming harder and harder to believe that Danny didn’t kill people, despite Jazz’s insistence about the contrary.

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His voice became distorted, the crackling of the ice mixing with the static Jason could hear overlapping with his normal voice.

“I wonder,” he got closer, his smile with only sharp teeth centimeters away from Joker’s face, “what could be a proper punishment for you? Jazz always says I should be a just monarch.” He tilted his head, hands glowing with restrained power.

“Mercy?”

Danny’s eyes narrowed, letting the green fire spread all over the clown, who watched in horror at the display.

“Mercy? You hurt so many people, you killed so many people. And you don’t regret it. You are not insane. You enjoyed every life you took for your personal gain. There’s no mercy for you.”

Danny lifted the burning man a little, eyes glowing brighter with the flames reflecting on his face, a manic smile on his face.

“You won’t stop. People like you never stop. You have to be forcefully stopped.” He hummed, thinking. “Maybe I should just rip your soul and feed it to my dog. Maybe I should burn it and make your body an empty carcass to display in a vitrine. So many options.”

The fire burned brighter for a moment, and Joker started screaming in pain. Danny let him fall to the floor like a sack of potatoes, deciding to stay standing and watch the clown trash around and try to put out the fire without success.

He hummed again, not an ounce of joy in his expression. “But I’m a merciful King. I will let the judgment come when your time is up, Joker. There are a lot of friends in my kingdom waiting patiently for you to join them and have their chance at revenge. It’s only fair that I let my people decide what to do with you.”

He crouched down to get closer to the burning man, his armor clicking and clunking with every movement. It echoed in the cave, despite the Joker’s screams monopolizing their attention.

“Until then your soul will be sealed in your body. Part of you will be a mere spectator of the world passing by without you. Every day, every month, every year that passes, you will not have an important role in anybody’s life. You will regret what you did today every damn second of the rest of your life, as well as regret the decisions that put you here.”

He snapped his fingers, and everything came back to normal. Cameras with the correct saturation, Danny back to his black hair and tired visage, the Joker unmoving on the floor. No ice. No green fire. No Devil Traps or symbols or runes. Everything that suggested a supernatural event in that room had vanished with the fire.

Danny stretched back to his full height. He looked at Batman with his dull blue eyes. He wasn’t smiling anymore.

“All yours, Bats.”

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“The problem with believers They’ll let anyone in the door, The problem with deceivers , Is all the bodies buried under the floor boards...” -The Midnight

listened to Meg Myer’s cover of Running up that Hill, and also the Midnight while working on this piece, but oof something about those lyrics and then the SAX COMING IN HOT gives me goosebumps

will this happen in lies within? it’s anyone’s guess. i do love the possibilities tho

((knight guard au))

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danny-yagami · 2 years

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Chapter 3: New Job

Y/n quit their job after Mira drove up to Bon's Burgers. They both headed home, and when Y/n got out, they took off their prosthetic arm and sleeve, throwing away the sleeve but keeping the prosthetic. They didn't like how it felt, so they decided to create a more comfortable arm that they could wear. A robotic arm that worked with very little shoulder movements. An arm that looked like a normal arm. An arm that she can use with the scraps of the prosthetic. Y/n nodded at this thought and immedietely headed upstairs to their room, pull out their computer and a bunch of cords and scraps of mechanical things they created in the past that didn't work.

They sighed and sat down at their desk, starting to plan out a blueprint of the arm they would hopefully get to work.

It took some time, but they got the arm to work. With the help of Mira, Y/n got the arm on and tested it out, surprisingly working perfectly fine. They were excited to have a working project that didn't go haywire or doesn't work. They sat at their desk and searched for a new job. They were scrolling for quite some time when they came across a job application for the new place that opened up, and they went to a could of times with their family, and they smiled. This day just keeps getting better and better.

The job application was for the Mega Pizza Plex. Y/n got excited that their new favorite place, that just recently opened up, was hiring. It felt like a dream come true. Y/n clicked on it and filled out the application, submitting it and running downstairs as soon as their mother called for them to get downstairs to eat.

"That arm looks so cool!" Hunter, Y/n's younger brother and the youngest child, exclaimed.

Y/n laughed and ruffled his hair with their right arm. They sat down right next to their mother and said, "Thank for dinner Mom."

Their mother smiled and swallowed the bit of food in her mouth. "You're welcome Dear. I thought that since you weren't home for a while, I would make your favorite."

Y/n's heart felt warm and they started eating before their phone buzzed. Nervously, they asked to be excused after they swallowed their food. Their mom allowed them to walk away from the table. Looking at their phone, Y/n saw that they got an email from the coorperate that built the Mega Pizza Plex. They smiled and saw that after they got out of school the next day, they had an interview.

Y/n walked back to the table and sat back down, eating and telling everyone what was going on. That night, Y/n set everything out for the next day after they got ready for bed. Laying down in bed, they felt not only excited but also nervous and anxious. But, nonetheless, they fell asleep after taking off the robotic arm.

Next Chapter (I changed the name): Chapter 4: The Interview

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deadsetobsessions · 1 month

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Alley Drunk! Danny AU- Pt. 4

[Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3]

Danny blinked down at the cart, where a red hoodie and pants with red stripes along the side laid over the lip of the cart. Considering they’re in this universe’s brand of Marget- seriously, who names a store Target? If anything in Amity Park was named that, Skulker would have wrecked it in five seconds flat- it’s hilariously on brand. Though, to be fair, this was Gotham’s version too, which meant a lot of security guards (who definitely doubled as goons for the Rogues, Danny was sure) and the vibes were spooky.

“I’m guessing red’s your favorite color.”

Instead of the humorous way he meant the sentence, Jason looked up anxiously and Danny immediately hated himself a little bit more.

“Sh- I can put it back..?” Jason hunched in on himself.

Danny tracked the movement with clearer eyes than he’s had in a long while and ancients, does it remind him of how Dani was in front of Vlad all those years ago. And Danny has spent his entire half life being not like Vlad, so he’s not going to start now.

“Nah, you should definitely add some more stuff. This is no where near enough clothes.”

It really wasn’t. Danny had taken Jason to the store to pick out clothes- “Ther’s a second hand store down the stree’, ya know,” Jason had mumbled when they went through the doors- but the kid had only tentatively put in a small red hoodie and some pants in the cart. Now he had to put this in a way that’ll wipe the stubbornly hesitant look on Jason’s face off.

“Think about it this way, then. You’re repping me now, and while I might be the alley drunk, I’m not the poorly dressed alley drunk, yeah?”

“Oh. Tha’ makes sense.” Jason nodded to himself determinedly, and the kid strode over to the t-shirt section. For all of his confidence, he still glanced back to see if it was okay with Danny.

Well, Dani was the same way before she found her confidence (when she knew Danny wouldn’t abandon her or hurt her) so Danny just gave him a thumbs up before reaching into the rack and sweeping an armful of clothing straight into the cart. Then, he strode over to the jackets and grabbed the ones in Jason’s size and slightly bigger. Oh, he has to grab shoes. He’ll leave that for later, but Danny was going to get those ratty trainers off of Jason’s feet and into the nearest trash can if it was the last thing he does.

The halfa hummed, pausing at the first decidedly not miserable sound he’s made in a while. Dammit, if that wasn’t a sign of Danny’s attachment to Jason, he doesn’t know what would be. To be fair… Danny already committed murder for the kid, which was pretty much something he thought he’d never do, so in for a penny out for a pound or whatever.

He put a significant amount of the budget aside for the section labeled “JASON” so Danny shopped without a worry. Charlie’s ill-gotten assets were a good monetary compensation for his crime of existing near Jason or existing, period.

He picked up toiletries, toothbrushes and the like, when Jason came back sans t-shirt. Instead of a shirt- Danny had actually hoped that Jason would try to get multiple shirts- Jason was clutching a book.

Before he could even voice anything, Danny plucked the book out of his grip and put it into the cart with a disarming smile.

“Oh, good idea. We should get you books too. Wanna go pick out some more?”

“Uh- y’re just gonna get a book, just like that?”

“More than one book, I should hope. You are going to school, right?”

“…Yeah!” Danny couldn’t fathom ever being excited at the thought of school, but as Jason bounced away to peruse the admittedly poor selection of books, Danny couldn’t help but think that maybe he should give this education thing another try. Who knows? Maybe it’ll be less stressful now that he’s not Phantom.

Danny walked to the aisle next to the books and promptly proceeded to shove every single piece of stationary he thought was nice- pens, gel pens, cooling pens and pencils, a thick stack of notebooks, flash cards, etcetera- into the rapidly getting full cart.

Jason came back with three more books- nice, the classics- and froze at the sight of the cart.

“Oh, hey. Getting all of those?”

“Wha’- wha’s wit’ the stuff?”

“School supplies! Quality education starts with quality supplies, you know!” Danny said, a sliver of the grin that used to come so easily to him making an appearance on his face. "Don't worry, I budgeted. See?"

Danny handed Jason a piece of paper, confident that the kid would know if it was good or not.

"Where'd... ya get all of this?"

"Hmm... here and there."

Jason looked up at him, squinting suspiciously. "I hear' Charlie's gone poofed up."

Danny shrugged and put a calculator in the cart. "Oh, I'm sure he's busy."

Yeah, Danny thought vindictively. Busy being dead.

"Ya sound like a walking con," Jason said as he visibly decided to give up fighting against Danny's spending. "We nee' food."

"Gotcha. Well, if you need anything else, just bring it into the cart."

"I want veggies. Frozen, 's cheaper."

Danny nodded, resisting the urge to ruffle Jason's hair.

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"Hey, you's the Alley Drunk, right? 'Bout that boy you've been toting ar-"

Danny punched the guy in the face, dropping him like a stone. He looked up slowly and swayed.

"Any of you ask about my kid brother again, and I won't bother with being drunk when I hit you."

Rapid nods. Danny shuffled away, satisfied.

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Two weeks later, after a school day, Danny finds Jason heading to the bathroom with a box of...

"Hair-dye?"

Jason, who was marginally more relaxed and assured that Danny wasn't going to kick him out, nodded.

"Dye's fadin' n' I dun wanna get nabbed on the streets for having red hair."

Danny blinked. "You have red hair?"

"Sure do. See? Roots are showin' again." Jason pointed at his scalp where Danny could see the hair was getting lighter.

"Right. Well- I'll leave you to it. Let me know if you need help, kiddo." Danny said, desperately hoping he hid how off kilter he was feeling well.

"I don't need help, ah've been doing this for ages." The kid went into the bathroom and closed the door harshly. When the lock clicked and the faucet began running, Danny let himself slide down the wall into a crouch, hands cradling his head.

Red hair. Blue eyes. Tan skin. The facial features. The intelligence and empathy.

Danny chuckled hysterically under his breath.

Was Jason this universe's version of Jazz?

"Fuck."

#danny phantom #batman #dc x dp #dpxdc #danny adopts jason todd #jason todd #bamf danny phantom #alley drunk! danny au #danny: i'm grieving #jason: wanna bet?#that's right jason's this universe's jazz fenton #this universe's danny fenton died and that's why danny can exist here without causing issues #danny: i have adopted a random child #danny: this child is jazz wtf

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dudethatsmyundeaduncle · 2 months

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DP X DC AU Danny & The Little Dead Girl

(title pending lol, Danny and Curare adventures pt 2!) Pt 1 here My AU art

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Monday comes, as it is won't to do, and Danny has to go to school which means the baby halfa has to come to school too.

" ok, so, one rule for today, big rule, you gotta be quiet in class. Uh-"

Danny pulls his phone out of his pocket as their bus hits a pot hole. Sitting right at the front means they catch the momentum first and he has to hold Curaré against his side lest she go flying into the aisle.

A couple voices grumble behind them at the jostling as Danny gets his text to speech open.

" Necessitas ser quieto en clase. ¿Entiendes?" The Google robot lady voice translates for him.

Curaré blinks at him from behind her little paper face mask and looks from the phone to him curiously.

This is the game they've been playing since last night, Danny says something in English robo lady repeats it in Spanish.

Danny doesn't know if Curaré understands how the phone speaks or even that it does but she's giving him her favorite little blank expression so he assumes she gets it. At least, she hasn't really disagreed or disobeyed anything he's asked of her yet so...not gonna look that gift horse in the mouth Danny boy!

School goes well, mostly.

They get through the metal detectors and bag checks at the front entrance just fine. The security guards barely glance at Curaré once they confirm she isn't hiding a Glock or something under her shirt. Which it's kinda sad to know gun control is a cross-dimensional American problem but it's on brand if nothing else Danny thinks.

They get to first period without stopping at Danny's locker and settle down in two desks by the back door. This is Danny's usual spot, well usual as of a month ago, it's mostly empty back here now but Danny used to have a seat partner.

(A seat partner who had a kind of shady tweaker vibe that Danny would have been worried about but that kid went home early one day and never came back so....it's Curaré's seat now.)

The little dead girl looks even littler sat in the desk-chair combo, she can barely see over the top. Danny stacks three dictionaries under her for a boost then he gets her set up with some pencils and paper and the single highlighter he found on the floor his first day here.

Curaré seems vaguely interested in his offerings ,after Danny shows her how to use them to mark the page, and starts creating cautious marks of her own.

She keeps glancing back up at Danny as if to confirm that this is still fine? And he nods his head every time trying to be encouraging as it becomes obvious that nobody taught this kid to write inside Fosters Home for Real life Assassins. Which Danny thinks is poor planning on there part because really? If your Assassin can't write how the fuck were they supposed to leave ominous threatening warnings? Or fake suicide notes? Or any number of written props to flesh out a cover story.

Whatever, obviously the assassins raising Curaré sucked ass all around so he can't say he's surprised but he is majorly disappointed.

As the bell rings for first period a whole slew of teens rush in ahead of the teacher Mr. Berk. Simple guy, grey beard, coke bottle glasses, smells like Vics vapor rub, the works.

He's like the most chilled out version of Mr. Lancer ever so he's alright in Danny's books. Plus he only has one "rule", as long as your butt is in your seat by the time he calls your name for attendance he won't mark you late. In Gotham, where everyone and their brother has enough late marks from shitty public transportion to get detention, it's a pretty sweet rule.

So Mr. Berk takes attendance like usual and only pauses on Danny and Curaré in the back for a brief moment.

Curaré stops drawing and stares down Mr. Berk like he's the T rex from Jurassic park. Frozen in place and without breaking eye contact. He stares back at her completely unphased.

" A small visitor then?" He says.

Danny nods. " My sister"

" Mhm" Mr. Berk says already moving on to the next student on his roster.

Danny breathes out huge sigh of relief, that was so much easier then he expected.

They more or less repeat this exchange the whole day. Mondays suck ass because it's one of the only days Danny actually has all 6 periods, but they make it through 1st, 2nd, and nutrition unscathed.

By lunch time Danny thinks they might actually be home free, if no one is gonna bring up the whole freaking child tagging along with him then he can probably just bring her with him everyday.

Maybe he can find her some work books and she can learn the alphabet? And addition? That's like on track for 4 year olds right? Danny can't remember being 4 but that feels right to him. He will educate the child in his care like the responsible almost adult he is. She will go to college!

At lunch Danny sits them at the back of the school right next to the teachers lounge because it's mostly deserted.

In Danny's exprience the best place to hide is in plain sight. He's been sitting here everyday since he enrolled himself and the teachers have never noticed him. Their way too busy trying to get any kind of break from teaching high schoolers to be concerned.Which Danny is greatful for because he has broken the rule about using his cell phone at lunch 50 times at this point.

Listen he has to do universe research when he has access to wifi! Which he only does at school. The administration should be glad he's using his lunch period to educate himself really.

So they eat by the lounge. Danny has Curaré face away from the door so she can take off her face mask and eat unencumbered.The cut on her face is still gnarly, it looks an almost enflamed purple as it tries it's best to heal.

Danny had given Curaré a little immuno-boost with his own ecto the night before to try to speed up her healing factor. But like any Halfa, basically just Danny's personal experience, you have to nourish the ghost half and the human half in equal parts to heal all the way.

It's not until home room, period 6/7, that the metaphorical straw breaks the metaphorical camels back. or the real straw to the metaphorical camel? Did camels even carry straw? where would it go? Between there humps? Not important Fenton!

Home room was a grade A disaster.

Mr. Perez, Danny's kind of ancient home room teacher, who was for almost all intents and purposes blind, had a freaking nose for trouble. It's like he could sniff out vapes and cell phones as soon as they hit the stale class air. Danny thought this would be the easiest class by far, Mr. Perez wouldn't even see Curaré let alone smell her.

And at first it seems like he doesnt, Mr. Perez takes attendance and skips right over Danny and Curaré with no fanfare.

Danny thinks that's the end of it and starts to breathe easy until 15 minutes before the final bell when Mr. Perez' TA asks him to step into the hallway with her for a second.

Danny generally liked Mr. Perez's TA, her name was Sabrina Kahn and she was the kind of girl Jazz would have hung out with.Straight laced, wore argyle cardigans, read books, the smart sort. She looked Jazz's age too, maybe 21ish and she always rolled her eyes when people gave dumb answers in class.

She looks a little embarrassed to be speaking to Danny which immediately sets him on edge.

" It's okay that you brought your little sister today but, I'm sorry, you won't be able to do that again. A bunch of your teachers made complaints with the front office and Mr. Perez got a call about it ..."

Sabrina had always been nice to him and now she was about to ruin his whole week.

" But Ms. Kahn-" Danny started.

She gave him a sympathetic look " Lemme guess, your parents can't take her to work so this was the next best option?"

Danny closed his mouth and nodded, that was actually a much better lie then he was gonna tell, thank you Ms. Kahn. ( But also Boooooo curse you Ms. Kahn!)

" Here, I know it can be hard to find childcare for metas, especially ones as ah-vibrant as your sister. My brother had the same trouble with my nephew."

Sabrina hands Danny a flyer, it's still warm from the printer, it looks like it's just a screenshot of an email.

"Thanks?"

The TA rolls her eyes, wow a lot like Jazz then.

" It's the address to that daycare and a referral. They only take kids by word of mouth, they're kind of... off the books. But their good people! I hope they can help you Danny."

The paper is on off yellow, as Ms.Kahn heads back into homeroom Danny feels all his hope go with her. Shit, what was he gonna do now? He looks through the little glass window in the door to the back where Curaré sits, she's already watching him. He tries to smile at her, be reassuring, he's not sure it works.

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When the bell finally rings Danny picks Curaré up and puts her on his hip to avoid her being crushed by the rush of high schoolers who stampede out the door in front of them.

The flyer from Ms. Kahn feels like it's burning a hole through his pocket as they ride the bus towards the Narrows.

Danny cased the house from the flyer with maps street view as well as he could. It showed a skinny sublet house across from a small strip mall and laundrymat.

Inconspicuous sure, maybe even innocent looking but well...you could never tell in Gotham, all the buildings looked sort of evil by default. It was probably because of the gargoyles and the general low level stink fog that seemed to always be out.

The big city™ really made Danny miss the suburbs of Amity Park more then just the regular gut wrenching home sickness. Oh what'd he'd give to take a deep breath of air and not inhale the smell of piss when he walked down the street.

They get off the bus at the corner a block from the daycare.

Danny holds Curaré's hand which makes for slow going but seems like the right thing to do. She's never wandered off but Danny didn't want to give her the opportunity to either.

As he helped her climb the three short stairs up to the house Danny was suddenly hit with a wave of panic.

What the fuck am I doing? Am I really gonna take care of this freaking Halfa ghost baby for the next 18 years? Im not even an adult! I work weekends at BatBurger for minimum wage WTF?

Danny's hands began to sweat and his stomach cramped. Oh fuck, here was the existential crisis he'd been waiting for since he first decided to take Curaré from the leagues super secret baby basement.

Oh shit he couldn't breathe, what was he gonna do! OH fuck think!

What would jazz do? Call child services and offer psychological support. Not Uber helpful in this case Danny didn't know the first thing about psychology and Gotham CPS was actual prison.

What would Sam do? Assassin babies are hella counter culture but maybe find a cool rich eccentric family to adopt them? Nope, not gonna work Danny only knew one eccentric rich girl and she was a whole dimension away. FUCK THINK FENTON!

What would Tucker do? In this situation ask Google, homeschooling is big these days so maybe if you leave her in the apartment while your gone with an iPad-

" Hey you alright there dude, can I help you?"

Danny choked on the end of his anxiety panic badbadbad spiral and looked up.

The front door to the house was open and just inside the threshold stood a younger teen, maybe 16? With the kind of fade haircut Tucker always whined he couldn't pull off and a bright yellow hoodie.

Danny held his breathe for a moment making sure he felt it burn up his lungs and throat before letting out a big sigh.

" Yeah, yeah sorry kinda zoned out there I'm just uh kinda nervous I was told to come here for Daycare help for my little sister?"

Curaré looked at the stranger in the doorway with the same wide eyed blankness she stared at everything with. Funnily enough she was still holding Danny's hand, had held on through Danny's entire mental meltdown too despite the ecto sweat. Danny felt oddly touched by the gesture, even if it was more likely that the little girl wasn't bothered by his crisis then her being sympathetic.

The teen in the Yellow Hoodie raised an eyebrow at Danny as he fumbled the paper from Ms. Kahn out of his pocket to hand over.

Yellow Hoodie took it and looked between it, him, and Curaré.

" You're not a cop right? You have to tell us if you're a cop"

Danny made a face, " no, I'm not a cop! I would never be a cop, cops suck."

" Right." Yellow Hoodie said still suspicious " So you wouldn't mind if I called your referral up?"

" Be my guest dude."

The teen pulled out his phone and made sure to keep steady eye contact with Danny. Who could do nothing except not look away during this, the world's most impromptu staring contest, until Yellow Hoodie put his phone away.

" Just wanted to see if you were bluffing. Sabrina called earlier said she'd sent someone our way but you can never be too careful. Come on in. "

Danny felt the wind go out of his sails for the second time that day, what was with people and making him anticipate the worst.

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The inside of the house was old, homey, but old. It had very obviously been well lived in by a few generations of children, easy to see from the scuffed floors, chipped crown molding, and the sheer number of framed photos that hung on the walls.

There were signs of new life about too, some toys scattered on the floor, walls that were covered in butcher paper and crayon as high as little hands could reach, and oddly enough some scorch marks. Although, Danny's supposed that an unlicensed daycare for meta kids worth it's salt ought to have a least a few burn marks. For posterity if nothing else.

" I'm Duke, I volunteer here when I can but the place is run by the Mariscos, Mrs. Marisco specifically. She's been in the game for a long time" Duke nee yellow hoodie said as he stopped them in front of a closed door.

The hand made sign on the door said Office in nice scribbly lettering and it was hung on with a peg and twine. Real kitschy.

Danny could just make out the sounds of kids playing in another part of the house and was a little impressed that Duke had managed to keep Danny from seeing even one tiny tot during the impromptu house tour.

" I gotta go help Izzy with the kids, this is Mrs.Mariscos' office just knock before you go in, she might be on the phone."

Duke nodded to Danny, smiled down at Curaré and disappeared down the hallway.

Leaving Danny and Curaré alone in front of a closed door once again.

Danny looked down at Curaré and she looked up at him, she was characteristically silent.

" This feels like a job interview, did you bring your resume? "

Curaré blinked.

" Yeah, me neither. But I think if we both give her puppy eyes maybe our combined under aged-ness will activate her maternal instincts and she'll be forced to accept us?"

The nerves were back, they had never really left but now they had settled like a rock at the pit of Danny's stomach.

He couldn't bring himself to knock on that office door just yet so he fussed over Curaré instead. Kneeling down he straightened the collar of Curaré's hooded jacket and moveed her little backpack strap back up her shoulder where it had slipped.

" We got this. It's you and me now remember, even if this blows and you have to come to school with me for the rest of year it's you and me." Danny rested his hands on little shoulders and hung his head. " Jeez, I sound like my mom"

"No need to be so nervous Mijo! My Chiqis never met a kid she could turn away."

Danny's neck had never snapped up so fast in his life.

Curaré hadn't been looking up at him at all. No, Curaré was staring up towards the elderly woman floating near the ceiling.

Which was not great, because Danny for all the time had spent in Gotham had never seen another ghost. Not a single one.

Which was unsettling on its own but not bad per se, he'd thought maybe this dimension was just different, not enough spectral energy to manifest a ghostly body.

But no, again nope, this was so much worse.

No ghosts was easy enough to reationalize but one ghost? One ghost meant there was enough spectral energy, one ghost meant something was really really wrong with Gotham.

Because if there was only one ghost in a crime ridden pissed off city like this where the shit were all the others?

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Yo! Just wanted to say thank u for all the support on part 1, did not expect people to like or care about it lol. Anyway back on bullshit, I've had this written for a while but didn't have the insp to post it until now.

Might write more, might not, you get one bat cameo for reading this time ur welcome.

Forgot to add this to the first post, it's in the reblogs, but TLDR Curaré is an assassin from batman beyond.

Note: if you wanna see cool art for this AU check the Danny and the little dead girl tag on my blog!

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc au #dpxdc #dc x dp #DP x DC #batman #Curaré #batman beyond #duke thomas #danny and the little deadgirl au #i really gotta think of a name for this AU if its gonna be a thing #do i have a plan for this? no no i do not #i have a vague idea about what happens in this universe and no real motivation to write it #batfam

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Dun Dun Dunnn!!! Arkham Security Guard Danny's Epic Backstory! with Dick Grayson

I fell in love with the Arkham Guard AU by @xy-is-i and like most projects I work on, rather than starting where the story starts, I end up going backwards and delve into the backstory. And I mean waaay into the backstory.

Because while the stories might start when the Bats run into Danny and Jazz working at Arkham Asylum isn’t where they first met.

Long, long ago, through shenanigans unknown, Robin and Phantom became friends, and honestly, they both really needed it.

Dick Grayson, age 16, has been Robin for a while, but this is so early in the day that there just aren’t many teen heroes or sidekicks yet. He’s basically pioneering the field of child heroes.

For Danny, 14, Sam and Tucker are great, but there are just some parts of superhero-ing that they just don’t get when you don’t have to hide a secret identity.

Batman, for his part, does not approve of the friendship. He’s already not a fan of metas in his city, but when the two of them get together, the chaos twin energy between Dick and Danny multiplies. Worse, it brings about the pun-pocalypse, and there are only so many puns Bruce can take. And then there’s the sibling discourse…

After all the stories Danny has told about his family, Dick is desperate to have a little sibling of his own, and the two repeatedly gang up on Batman to adopt another kid. Their acting may be stilted, but the efforts are constant.

It never works. Bruce doesn’t have empty nest syndrome yet, and tiny, homicidal Dick was already more than he could handle while he was trying to figure out how to adult, but he also can’t stand that he’s disappointing Dick. Alfred isn’t helping either; he wants more grandkids.

And there’s no way in HELL that he’s adopting Phantom.

But for Robin and Phantom, they finally have someone they can talk to who gets it. They can vent about their rogues, get help with homework, bitch about balancing their vigilantism with going to school, talk about whatever TV they’ve been watching, anything and everything. It’s not uncommon to see them hanging off the Gotham gargoyles or grabbing a bite on top of the Nasty Burger.

There’s an unspoken rule between them that neither pries into the other’s personal life or secret identity, but as they get more comfortable with each other, little things slip out. Then more. Numbers are swapped, bits and pieces about their families come out.

Later on, homes and secret hideouts are visited and they know each other’s first names. It’s not a problem for Dick to go to the Fenton’s, but technically, Danny isn’t allowed in the Bat Cave or the Manor. Those visits happen behind Batman’s back, and they were almost caught when they hid in the chandelier before Danny remembered he could turn them invisible. (Alfred encourages the friendship and bakes extra cookies once when he finds out Danny is over.)

And eventually the relationship grows until they’re comfortable enough to swap full names. No more secrets.

Dick likes going over to Danny’s place since it’s a chance to feel a lot more normal, even if they have to be very careful and either stay in civilian clothes in the shared areas or stay locked in Danny’s room if they’re in uniform. Danny also goes out of his way to keep Dick from ever meeting his sister, Jazz (Danny knows he has a type). It doesn’t stop them from swapping their numbers under the door. (Jazz will unofficially be Dick’s therapist for years after this)

But being this close, Dick can also see just how stressed Danny is trying to maintain this lifestyle. Doesn’t help either he has to listen to Danny’s parents go on and on about wanting to rip their own son apart, molecule by molecule. Sure, Danny has a couple friends to help him, but he doesn’t have the same mentor or support system Dick has. For a kid his age to be anything other than a sidekick is practically unheard of in this day and age. Superheroes are still fairly few and far between, but Batman helped start a group called the Justice League a couple years ago with the idea that heroes could help each other. Maybe there’s something there…

So, Dick starts the Teen Titan. He had originally intended for Danny to join him as one of the founding members, but are you kidding? Jump City is on the opposite side of the country! He has school! and parents! (That’s the point, Danny. We’re trying to get you away from the parents that want to dissect you) He can’t just up and leave home and run halfway across the country!

So, Dick found the other iconic members and still joined the Titans, but Danny will always have an open invitation to join them and a room at the Tower, something Danny does occasionally take advantage of. Jump City doesn’t spawn as many natural portals as Gotham, but he visits whenever he can and basically haunts the tower the entire month of December to get away from his family.

Still, the distance and growing up are hard on Dick and Danny, and they grow more distant over the years, but they’ll always have each other’s backs in an emergency. Dick was there when Danny thought he was turning into a monster (it was just ghost puberty). Danny stole the Spectre Speeder so they could scour the Ghost Zone after Jason died. And Danny would eventually become godfather to Dick’s daughter, Mar’i.

But things cooled down between them… at least until a panicked Danny called because his sister just took a job at Arkham…

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#dpxdc #dp x dc #arkham guard au #arkham guard backstory #danny phantom #dick grayson

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arkham-guard-dp-au · 1 year

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*Slowly slides a new ask idea thing*

... Ok, but like, like most inmates/patients in Arkham, Danny does not like Lyle Bolton (Batman: The Animated Series) at all, not when the man is blatantly abusing his power through (rather severe) punishments that end up setting back any sort of progress for anyone. Danny does his best to avoid most interactions with Bolton if he can.

Bolton, as the chief of security for Arkham, can respect Danny for not chickening out like most new hires during the first escape, but over time, as the man watches Danny seemingly perfect track record of no escapes while on duty along with him befriending the main rogues gallery especially, well, the man's suspicious of Danny.

Oh, and what's this? Cameras tend to Glitch and go static when Danny's nearby, especially during escape attempts. Bolton begins to grow wary and paranoid with Danny, so much so that, while most of the staff appreciate Danny, they all notice the blatant disrespect Bolton shows to him.

The longer Danny stays working at Arkham, the closer Bolton descends to becoming Lock Up. However, for this AU, his goal is simple. Locking Danny up in someway so Arkham stays intact and the prisoners stay where they're meant. After all, how else is this non-gothamite shrimp-looking kid able to cow the inmates to behave as they do? Bolton starts to believe Danny is allied with all the inmates and is doing the long-con of their inevitable escape and destruction of Arkham. Well, not under his watch!

He ends up somehow learning of the GIW and gain their sponsor of sorts, who fills him in about Danny being a person of interest and is to be detained and sent to their nearest lab immediately. As long as Danny's gone from Gotham, Lock Up will gladly help the GIW to keep the inmates in their cells till they rot. As they should be anyways.

Inmates notice Bolton's descent to seemingly madness and how he grumbles a lot about Danny. Not good. They grow protective of Danny. After all, despite how terrifying and creepy he may be, he's one of the very few who treat them well and respectfully. Like hell they'll let Bolton of all people try and hurt Arkham's favorite guard for any reason.

When the day Bolton manages to get his hands on Danny for GIW, a war might as well rain over Gotham now.

(Unsure if any of this makes sense anymore)

Now I don't know this Bolton but he sounds like a jerk. I wonder if he would try to get Batman in on his anti Danny campaign. Mabye even bringing the GIW into Bat's radar.

It could become extra angst if Batman believes the GIW lies and thinks they are in the right as a government organization, or be against them. Thinking the GIW runs a bit too close to anti meta campaigns.

#idk who Bolton is but i would read this #bolton sounds like bad news tho #lyle bolton #batman #dp x dc #danny phantom #danny fenton #arkham #arkham guard au #arkham asylum #arkham guard danny #op er asker over here being a well of good ideas and im watering the crops

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DP x DC Pilot/Engineer Danny AU PT. 2

Link to Pt. 1 Here

Here *aggressively punts this into the phandom* just take it, just friggin take it.

“Bruce just walked into the foyer.”

“I know.”

“He’s getting into the elevator.”

“Cool.”

“Is there a reason you’re ignoring me?”

For the first time in at least three hours, Tim looked up from his laptop. It may have only been to send a rightfully deserved glare at the hovering Lucius Fox who had, for part of the last hour, been obsessively stalking the security cameras, but, it was enough to curb his train of thought entirely from the balance sheet he was trying to make sense of.

“Is there a reason you’re distracting me?” He snarked, shutting the laptop with a little more force than necessary and swivelling around to face the offender.

Lucius smirked playfully, and gestured to Tim’s now shut screen. “I was worried you were going to get square eyes. God help us you accidentally prove childhood scare tactics right.”

“Very funny. Maybe you should consider a career change.” Tim glowered at his fellow CEO, and jerked his head at the camera footage displayed behind the man. “He’s coming in for an impromptu inspection of the aerospace division, if you must know.”

True to his word after their discussion yesterday, Bruce had in fact turned up at Wayne Enterprises to conduct the invasive inspection. Honestly? Tim had been dreading it all morning.

The man’s brows furrowed. “Didn’t I just inspect–"

“You did.” Tim finished for him, spinning slightly in his revolving chair.

Lucius buffered. “At 9:30?”

Tim rolled his eyes and stood from his desk. “He originally said 10.”

Lucius frowned as he watched Bruce’s intimidating figure pop out of the elevator on their floor. “I do hope you’ve forewarned Mr Fenton.”

Tim shrugged (albeit a little guilty), because how was he supposed to explain that that was the opposite of what Bruce intended? This was a passive aggressive interrogation disguised as a business venture. Lucius wouldn’t approve, especially if he knew it was for personal interests.

His fellow CEO squinted with distrust, but didn’t follow up. So, he either knew that something fishy was going on and didn’t care to find out what for his own wellbeing, or, Tim was way more convincing than he thought. He was more inclined to believe the former. “Please don’t scare off the only nice aerospace employee we have. I happen to quite like Mr Fenton.”

Of course, he liked Mr Fenton. Who didn’t honestly? “No promises.” Tim chuckled darkly as he made his way to the door. He had barely reached for the handle when it was swung open by a force other than his own.

“Morning–" Bruce stopped his tracks, obviously not prepared for Tim being right in front of him, but he recovered quickly. Tim delighted in being able to catch The Batman off guard for once. “Oh. Tim. Well, I suppose we’ll be off then.”

“Morning to you too.” He grumbled sarcastically, stepping around his adopted father and into the hallway. “C’mon – work to do.”

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The moment Bruce stepped out of the elevator and onto the aerospace floor, chaos erupted.

Engineers who were originally sipping on warm coffee and chatting calmly with their co-workers erupted into a flustered mess of ‘Mr Wayne!’ ‘Good morning Sir!’ ‘Sorry about the mess’ ‘We weren’t expecting you today’ as they scuttled around cleaning up wayward blue prints and feigning productive work habits.

Bruce glanced at the young CEO at his side, taking note of the sour expression starting to slowly creep over his son's face. Tim had always carried a special type of hatred for the aerospace division. A hatred unlike that for the driver that splashes you on the sidewalk, but more akin to that for the barista who forgets to add sugar to your coffee, it was a peculiar grudge that was formed long before Daniel Fenton stepped in the limelight. Bruce had his theories, but he was inclined to believe it was mostly due to the employee’s - engineers were notoriously difficult to deal with, let alone manage. Respect was earned, not given.

“Mr Wayne, Sir?” He was drawn from his thoughts by a young intern, clipboard in hand, standing before him, (although clearly reluctantly if his quivering hands were any indication, could he hold the clipboard any tighter?). “M-my name is Ivan, is there anything I can do for you today?”

Bruce softened at the intern's nervous stutter, and pulled on a gentle smile. Clearly someone had put him up to this. “Hello Ivan. Thank you for greeting us. There is indeed something you can do for me.” He extended a hand, fighting not to cringe at the sweaty one that shook it.

Even so, he watched as Ivan visibly relaxed at the calm greeting, tension loosening slightly from his shoulders, and his hands easing from the clipboard. “You name it, I’ll have it done.” The boy said somewhat breathily, relief oozing from his words, although there was still apprehension in his eyes.

“Excellent. I’m actually looking for your new manager, Mr Fenton? Is he around?”

“Oh! You mean Danny?” And just like that, Ivan warped into an almost different person. He visibly brightened at the mention of his supervisor, and a newfound swagger seeped through his professional façade, almost like he’d finally been able to grasp some confidence. Bruce pursed his lips, wondering at the casual use of Mr Fenton's first name, how long had he been employed now? “He’s not in right now - normally doesn’t start till 10am on Wednesday’s. But he won’t be long.” Ivan stated, an easy smile overtaking his face.

Bruce caught Tim’s knowing smirk at the mention of Mr Fenton’s start time, and he landed a heavy-handed pat to his son's back, ever the impression of fatherly praise. “Oh, I see. Tim and myself were just looking to have a chat. Would you perhaps be able to show us to his office?” Tim jolted forward at the force of the disguised blow, his winded cough covered by a clever throat clear

“Yes.” Tim tried to muffle his wheeze, straightening his tie distractedly. “We’ll be happy to wait for him to arrive.” Bruce pretended to ignore the glare he caught in his peripheral.

Ivan grinned, motioning outwards with the clipboard to the narrow walkway between desks and gigantic computer systems. “Of course, please follow me.”

Bruce exchanged a brief glance with Tim, watching his son roll his eyes slyly, before waving his hand dramatically, in an ‘after you’ motion. Not feeling the need to lean into the teasing from his second youngest, Bruce took a long, meaningful stride past his son, offering a mocking wink as he did and following Ivan’s brisk pace.

They walked through the majority of the first sector, to where Bruce assumed the higher ranked engineer’s typically made their sanctuary (sound proofed and private offices galore), only they stopped just before that. He was surprised to find their brief tour halting at a small unassuming desk, directly in the central hustle of the aerospace sector. It was a semicircle, standing workspace that was without a doubt the furthest thing from tidy. Its surface was littered with blueprints, loose paper and an array of colourful markers (most in shades of green), to the point where things were actually scattered on the floor, and the computer of its far side was unlocked to a cluttered, neon green desktop.

Bruce watched as Tim’s entire face scrunched in obvious disgust, and couldn’t help but chuckle at the irony. (Although his son’s workspace and documents were typically organised, the boy's bedroom left something to be desired.) “See what I mean?” Tim grumbled under his breath.

Bruce hummed. “I’ll make my judgments face to face.” It was the truth, after all, he was well aware of the mistakes that came from judging a book only from its cover. He turned to Ivan, ignoring Tim’s disapproving grunt, “This is Mr Fenton's…Office?” He questioned wryly, trying to pry information from the young intern before he was to meet the man himself.

Ivan blushed slightly, and a hand went to rub at the back of his neck sheepishly. “Yeah…He calls it an office, but I suppose it’s more of a workspace, I guess. He means well.” He assured, before checking his watch. “Mr Fenton should be here any moment, sorry about the wait, he’s normally not this…” Ivan trailed off, distracted by a slight commotion at the entryway and a grin spread over the intern's pale lips. “Ah, right on time.”

Through the commotion Bruce caught a tall, lanky figure weaving through a crowd of energised engineers.

“Morning D!

“Fenton, where've you been?”

“D-dog, fancy seeing you here!”

A chorus of fond greetings filled the room, and Bruce was actually unsettled by the amount of excitement the arrival of one Mr Fenton could cause. (It was starkly different from his own.) He could actually tangibly feel the shift in atmosphere from the morning blues to energised productivity.

Bruce’s first deduction when Daniel Fenton split from the crowd was that he was a lot taller in person. Bruce had never been self-conscious about his height, in fact, he was proud to be comfortably on the taller side at roughly 6’2, but as Daniel made his way over, he was disturbed to find the young man easily had a few inches on him.

However, despite that, he didn't appear the threatening corporate type (not that Bruce had expected him too). His dark button up and black dress pants were too casual to be intimidating, and although his height certainly gave him presence, his lankier stature took away from any authority it would have garnered - the kid (because he was young enough to be one) was practically just long bones, sharp edges and lean muscle (if any).

It was a wonder how he managed to get anyone to listen to him. Let alone the aerospace engineers.

“Heya Danny.” Ivan shuffled forwards to greet the young supervisor as he made his way over to them.

Fenton didn't miss a beat, and turned all his attention to the intern. “Sup Iv’e. Good to see you buddy.” He stuck out a hand for a fist bump, which the intern eagerly returned. “How’d that Uni test go yesterday?”

Ivan shrugged as Daniel threw his satchel onto the cluttered desk, squishing paper as he did. “Good actually, thanks for helping me out with the practice questions.”

And in just those few sentences, Bruce could tell exactly why Daniel Fenton had the utmost respect of the aerospace division. No wonder they all spoke so highly of him, his interpersonal skills were brilliant.

“That’s awesome!” Mr Fenton praised, and patted him on the shoulder fondly, before turning to his desk and shuffling his documents. “And who are our guests?”

“Thanks” Ivan said sheepishly, before his eyes darted back to meet Bruces, and he seemed to remember the reason why he was standing by his supervisor's desk. “Oh! Right. Danny, this is Mr. Bruce Wayne, and you’ve already met Mr. Timothy Drake, they’ve been waiting to have a chat with you.”

Daniel turned then, and Bruce was surprised to find a pair of dark aviators peering over at them, completely obscuring the bright blue eyes he was expecting to see. “Ah, Mr Wayne, it's a pleasure, I was wondering when I’d be seeing you.”

Bruce cleared his throat, and stuck out a hand to shake. “Please, call me Bruce, and the pleasure is all mine, Mr Fenton. Introductions were long overdue.”

“Well in that case, call me Danny. Mr Fenton makes me sound old as hell.” Daniel-Danny said, that iconic impish troublemaker smile he’d witnessed in his photo making its way onto his face, revealing two rows of strangely sharp, white teeth. Maybe too sharp, surely that wasn’t normal? “So, what can I do you two gentlemen for? Nice to see you by the way Tim.”

A forced smile scraped across Tim’s face, and Bruce fought the urge to laugh as Danny moved to shake his son’s hand next. Tim looked like he’d sucked on a lemon. “Nice to see you as well. Bruce was looking to do an inspection on the aerospace division, would you mind showing him around?”

Danny’s grin didn't waver. “An inspection. Well let’s hope we’re up to scratch.”

Bruce chuckled at the manager's sly humour. “Let’s hope so. Although…” He pointed a finger towards Danny’s aviators. “I do have to question if sunglasses inside are appropriate for the workplace, Mr Fenton.”

“Oh these?” Danny’s grin widened, but he made no move to remove the shades, clearly unperturbed by Bruce’s warning tone. “I’ve got an eye thing.”

“Is that so?”

“Mm. Apparently some people find them unsettling. I’ll be happy to forward you a doctor's note.” He stated, flicking the frames fondly.

Bruce narrowed his eyes, but did not pry. He supposed Daniel was a pilot, and he could admit, the aviators did suit him. “No, that won’t be necessary.” He planted a friendly smile back on his face. “So, that tour?”

“Of course!” Danny said happily, and Bruce could have sworn he saw something flash behind those shades. “Let’s go!”

Bruce turned to find Tim already looking at him, a sleek brow raised in question. “Believe me now?”

Bruce didn't respond. He didn't need to. Because yes, there was something very strange about Daniel Fenton and it wasn’t just his good looks.

Wow, you made it down here, bonkers. In other words, this seemed to be a hit, so we’ll continue. Might turn it into a fic, we’ll see, I’ve got some other shenanigans up my sleeve.

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