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salmonight · 1 year

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DannyMay 2023, Day 15: Full Hazmat AU

Tittle: The Cleaner: First File

Summary: One day green glowing monsters started appearing and attacking cities all over the globe, and with them, arrived 'The Cleaner'. The Justice League has not uncovered any real information about them to this day. Meanwhile, Danny in a full hazmat suit: 'People can't even let me take a friggin nap!!'

One day, green glowing monsters and people started to appear all along the globe. No one knew where they came from, only that they enjoyed wreaking havoc wherever they showed up.

With the entities came 'The Cleaner' as they were titled. They always appeared no more than 10 minutes after a villain - from the ‘Green Dimension’, as they named it - showed up, and contained them in ten seconds flat, immensely helping in keeping the damage to the minimum.

The only saving grace was that these aliens never got anyone killed. Everyone in the Justice League found this observation extremely bizarre. But even with no casualties, the repair costs were enormous.

No matter how much the JL looked, there were never sightings of the figure other than during the fights, when they seemed to appear out of thin air. Internet searches came up blank as well, only filled with excited rants and candid photos taken by civilians. With these, they concluded that “The Cleaner” was either a) a brand new hero previously unknown, or b) from the same dimension the glowing entities came from. The whole League was miffed, with the Bats even more so, collectively losing their shit over having no contingency plans against the unknown figure.

Fully covered in a red and black hazmat suit nobody had a clue about their identity, even their gender was shrouded in mystery. Somehow their outfit, even without being overly baggy managed to hide any distinguishing bodily characteristics that otherwise would have been visible.

Until…. one day, one of the speedsters overheard the ‘Cleaner’s’ rant.

It went as any of their usual fights with the green monsters did. Not even a few minutes after the beast started to destroy the buildings, their mysterious hero materialized into existence in front of it. Instead of immediately throwing a punch like they expected, ‘The Cleaner’ instead stared at them with the most deadpan expression they could convey with a helmet on. For some reason, the speedster got a huge 'I’m-so-done-with-this-shit' vibe. Or that was just his overactive imagination. It was hard to tell with the headgear on. He must have gotten it right though, because then they tiredly put a palm to their face with one hand, and, without looking, flicked open the lid of a tube and sucked the entity into it with the other.

Surprisingly, The Cleaner didn’t immediately disappear once the monster was gone, so he took a few steps closer as they hung the green, metal tube ( which he could now tell was actually a soup thermos? What? ) back on his belt and pulled out an honest-to-god cellphone.

He didn't even have to strain his ears to listen in on the ensuing phone call since they were talking pretty loudly. And boy, did they sure sound pissed.

“I swear to the Ancients, Tuck,” the ‘Cleaner’ complained, motioning with their hands aggressively to emphasize their point “If I have to come to fetch another one of these god damned brats I'm gonna treat them the same way they act and build them a time out corner in either the warden’s prison or the palace. I'm pretty sure both Walker and Frightknight would love to teach them a lesson about tact!"

There was a pause as he listened to whoever they were talking to on the other end of the line. “No, I don't care that they’re centuries older than me. If they act like spoiled children they get treated as such!”

They let out an annoyed harrumph “I was taking a nap, Tuck. A NAP!!! You know I don't take naps! Not to mention I’m retired! What the hell am I? Their nanny? I don’t even get paid to clean up the messes they make! Can't they just keep their ecto ass sitting still in the realm for at least a few centuries to let me take my well deserved break!? But nooooo, these asshats have to make even more paperwork for me to do!"

“When I told them not to break into Amity anymore I did not mean for them to go to another dimension and terrorize a whole-ass-planet!!!” The ‘Cleaner’ threw up their spare hand in exasperation.

Their grumbling still could be heard as, with a wave of their hands, a portal opened, made out of a green swirling mass. Ignoring everyone else’s presence they stepped into the portal as it was the most common thing in the world.

The speedster could only watch and gape at the now empty air. They certainly did not know they could do that.

Now that he remembers though, they did sound like a male didn't they? He couldn’t estimate their age from the voice as it was very muffled coming through the headgear, but it was definitely not feminine.

And that's how the Justice League got their first ever info about the mysterious ‘Cleaner’.

Finally, the first real data was entered into the vigilante’s (?) file:

Name: UNKNOWN

Alias: “The Cleaner”

Age: UNKNOWN

Gender: Male

Origin: UNKNOWN

Race: UNKNOWN

Appearance: UNKNOWN

Power(s): Flight (or hovering, unconfirmed which), Super strength(?), Teleportation(?), Portal creation (confirmed)

Weakness(es): UNKNOWN

Costume: A full black and red hazmat suit. The headgear has a black, unreflective screen that has green orbs (eyes?) shining behind it. Matte black gloves, combat boots and belt. There are compartments added to the belt. Content: UNKNOWN

Weapon(s): a metal thermos(?) with green accents

Personality: UNKNOWN

Affiliates: Tuck (?) (no file available)

Takedown plan(s): Impossible to make without further data

Note: The entity always deals with the threats quickly and effectively. Their moves speak of prior experience.

Ao3

The one that helped betaing this work once again is the lovely Amateum!

My hands were itching to draw something so in a 'why the fuck not' mode i drew Danny's file.

Except as sequel of this with arts and all fellas cuz am already preparing it!

The sketch:

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ellabellabugz · 1 year

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Day 6 of DP/DC Week 2022

Danny felt the familiar tug on his gut, letting out a groan as he sat up. Instantly shooting out of his room and into a large field. It was his football field, the only place close enough for him to actually deal with this.

He took a deep breath, envisioning the rope around his core. He reached out and grabbed it, feeling the tug again, trying to pull the Halfa somewhere else. Danny's grip tightened, and he pulled back.

He could feel the shock around him as hooded men appeared in a circle around him. Three gagged men stared up at Danny. They were kneeling in front of him. Domino masks cover his eyes.

Danny blinked before looking at the cultists. “Really? Did you try to use the Batclan to summon me? It’s not even all of them!” Danny felt insulted at the fact they didn’t even bother using the entire Batclan. Just three of them.

“How’d you?”

“Seriously?” Danny groaned putting a hand up against his glowing white hair. “ I’m an all-knowing, all-powerful being, and you're wondering how I pulled an Uno reverse on your summonings?”

“Well yes, the book strictly states we bring the being to us. Not the being brings us to them.”

“It’s a new concept, I like to break the rules and come up with random shit.”

Danny heard a muffled snort from one of the bound men. He looked down, honestly, Danny couldn’t tell them apart at first glance. His gaze was mainly on the bundles of black hair. Before looking over each of them.

The heroes looked pretty beat up, their suits torn and bloodied. Most likely from the scuffle they had with the cultists. Danny raised an eyebrow, the cultists had to be decently skilled if they were able to defeat the Batclan.

He blinked as he registered who they were.

Wow,

The cultists actually managed to defeat, The Batman.

His laugh was odd, causing even more tension around the room. “How the hell did you get caught?” He wheezed looking at Batman. “I mean your Batman. I can’t even think about how they managed to catch you! How’d you manage?”

Danny glanced towards, who he guessed was the lead cultist. Who seemed to shift uncomfortably under the Ghost King’s gaze.

“We simply had a plan.” The man answered after a short moment of awkward silence.

“Really? I’m pretty sure Batman had a plan. I bet he had a plan for his plan. Then a plan for his plan’s plan.” Danny looked upward. “Plan for the plan for the plan for the plan. Plan plan plan plan. Say that twelve times fast could turn into a tongue twister.”

Everyone was shocked by the supposed Ghost King's ramblings. It was as if he forgot he had an audience. Don’t worry, Danny didn’t forget about his company.

His eyes shifted toward the hostages. Floating closer as he explained them.

Alright, so we got Batman, Nightwing, and

Holy shit

“Red hood?”

Danny gaped before jolting forward. “Dude I’m a huge fan.” Danny’s hand shot up grabbing the gag and ripping it off.

“Uh thanks,” Hood spoke after a moment of recovery. “But if you don’t mind, I’d like to be untied.”

Danny frowned. “Yeah, in a sec. After I take care of the cultists and get you guys home.”

“Where are we.”

Danny shrugged. “Noneyah.”

“Kid I’m not falling for that.”

Danny's grin widened, revealing the fangs that were hidden. “Look at that Hoodie is too goodie for my jokes.” His grin quickly fell into a frown. “That rhyme sucked.”

“Ghost King.” The cultist seemed to get over his shock and stepped forward, book open. “I bind you to my w-”

Danny appeared in front of the man watching him startle. “Will.” Danny cackled before disappearing as if he never existed.

The silence extended from seconds into minutes before a scream erupted. One of the men was dangling from the air. His limbs flailing around as he attempted to fight back against whatever was fighting him.

Soon the terror grew even more so as a portal opened up where the man had been standing not too long ago.

“Wait! No!” It was too late, the man dropped disappearing into the hole.

The other cultists stared in shock before running. The temperature dropped horrifically, frost coating the ground as the shadows contorted in front of the cultists. Neon green eyes shone through the darkness, a shadow reaching out before the ground gave out underneath the rest of the cultists. Dropping them into an unknown destination.

At least unknown to the Bats.

Danny knew very well where he was sending these men, and the officers at Gotham PD would be very surprised at the random appearing cultists within a holding cell.

The shadows pulled back and Danny was there floating with a cocky grin on his face. His attention turning back to the Bats. “Let’s get yall home.”

He raised his hand. Ignoring the muffled protests of two. While Hood yelled wait. The portal opened under the three of them dropping them onto a rooftop. Danny poked his head through the portal, a sheepish look on his face, watching as the heroes rubbed their sore wrists.

“Sorry bout that. Cultists are a pain. Anyway, have a great day,” His attention went to the darkness of the city. “Er. Night. Have a great night.”

“Wait.” The dark knight, Batman grunted watching the confused look from Danny before he shook his head.

“Sorry, I’m not being batrrogated.”

Hood blinked as Danny laughed. “Interrogated, by the bat. Batrrogated.” Danny shook his head at the lack of response. “Must be in shock, that was a genius joke,” Danny muttered pulling his head out of the portal and watching it close.

The three masks stared up at him as it did so.

Danny shivered.

Wow, what a night.

Too bad he couldn’t use it as an excuse for why he was going to fail his test tomorrow.

#dp/dc week 2022 #danny phantom fanfic #fanfic #batpham fanfic #batpham #crossovers yay #I'm tired ugh

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castrianamore · 1 year

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Bitter, Had the Heart

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Tim Drake was the Red Robin. THE Red Robin. Dick had Bludhaven. Cass and Steph where on an undercover mission half-way across the universe. Duke mostly ran daytime missions and well Damian? That kid was another beast entirely,

Since Tim is the only one consistently watching now and days he’s the first and only one to notice one more body following the bats around. A kid with all black hair and white motifs and an attitude problem that reminds him a tad too much of Jason. It was a shame Jason was adamant that he “didn’t know anything”.

But the Streets of Gotham listened. Playing on everyone’s lips like a discordant harmony was one word. Distortion. Not that Tim knew the full meaning of that word yet, but Danny would make sure he would.

Also being posted on ao3! I also never use Tumblr so it may take a sec to get my formatting right!

#batkids #batpham #batphantom #danny phantom #tim drake #tim drake x danny fenton #BatPham fanfic #batfamily #batfam #batfam fanfic #fanfic #fanfic ideas #jason todd #Jason Todd adopts Danny and no one can stop me from writing this #jason todd and bruce wayne #Tim Drake and Jason Todd

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avelnfear · 1 year

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This is a snippet that might someday make it into my fic.

“He’s the least dangerous one.” Jason snorted at Ra’s Al Ghul’s words. “He’s the civilian in a family of Bats.” Jason let out a short laugh, clamping his mouth shut as soon as he heard his voice. He was clearly struggling to hold in his laughter, but no one could deduce why. “By taking all of you first we have taken away his support, making it easy to deal with him.”

Anyone who knew Ra’s Al Ghul knew that he’d just told them that he’d captured the heroes and then ordered the death of a person they’d left behind. By the destroyed look on all but one of the heroes faces, this person would be dearly missed.

Jason tried to keep from laughing, he really did, but the combined looks of horror on his family’s faces and the smugness coming from a man who was so very wrong proved to be too much. He burst into laughter so hard that one might think he’d been hit with Joker’s Gas. The room’s occupants looked at him with varying levels of confusion, concern, and disbelief.

When his laughter didn’t dissipate for a long time, Ra’s became angry. “What do you find so funny? You’ve just been informed that your beloved will be killed, and you find that funny?” His tone was biting even in his clear confusion.

Abruptly, Jason stoped laughing. The change was so sudden that it was unnerving. Several people, captive or otherwise jolted with the jarring shift in attitude as all amusement had left Jason’s face.

“I don’t find it funny.” Jason leaned forward as much as the chains binding him would allow, locking eyes with Ra’s, his face deadly serious. “I find it fucking hilarious.” Jason waited until Ra’s opened his mouth to continue as everyone else watched in stunned silence. “You think he’s the normal one, the civilian in a group of heroes. You think he’s not very dangerous if dangerous at all. You think your assassins can do anything to him. You think he needs us for support. You think you’ll be able to kill him. You think you are safe. You think he’ll never be able to find you. You think you’ve won.” Jason’s voice was soft and quiet yet piercing. He leaned back, expression blank. “As for me? Of course I don’t find it funny. The sheer amount of things your wrong about it hilarious all on its own, without any context. I can’t fucking wait to see the look on your face when you find out just how wrong you are. You’ve fucked around, now it’s time to find out. Your brilliant fucking strategy is an absolute shit show because of misinformation. If I were you, I’d start praying, hoping that some god is willing to further piss off the one you call a civilian by protecting your sorry ass to the best of their ability. It might buy you an extra minute to exist.”

There was a massive thud from down the hall, coming from an impact that struck the whole structure. Jason tilted his head down, grin sharp and inhuman and eyes flashing green.

From down the hall was clearly heard, “Cucumber on a stick! I overshot!”

The other captives tensed, that was Danny! What was he doing here? How was he here?

The assassins in the room tensed. That voice belonged to the civilian lover Red Hood was just ranting about. How was he here? How was he still alive?

Ra’s felt something odd swell in his chest, tightening his muscles and making his heart race. He knew it was a civilian on the other side of the door, he knew it. There was nothing special about Danny Nightingale except that he’d changed his name from Daniel Fenton. Then why, why, did Ra’s suddenly feel like prey that had wandered into the path of a predator?

#dp x dc fanfic #danny fenton #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp #jason todd x danny fenton #jason todd #written on my phone #ra’s al ghul #batpham #rough draft #Ra’s fucked up #he’s going to learn just how bad #ghost king danny #my fic that is being written #Damian is being held in a different place by Talia #the reason that is important is a secret but I still wanted to point it out #i should sleep #sorry if formatting is off #ttac(wygiaf)

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thetoyboxs · 1 year

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[Slides the folder over]

Read my fanfic.

Anyways! I wrote a fic a few weeks ago with a prompt here on tumblr and even did some doodles to go along with it. I then posted it onto AO3 and, turns out, people really liked it! Wow!

So I decided to render out those sketches into these lovely scenes! And yes I did use the webtoon’s style I was not about to go tumbling over how to draw the batboys in my own style. I don’t know how accurate any of this is but I did have fun.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #batpham #batman #Danny Phantom #art #my art #fanfic #should I do more of these sketches?#they were very fun #the style was nice to emulate #also don't talk bad about my triangles I love them #childhood...? friend

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spookytragedyshark · 1 year

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Random idea

Danny can open windows to other realties just fine but portals are another thing.

Naturally according portals are rare in the DC realties. Seeing each of the batfam in a battle of death not unlike his own Danny resolves to help. Dyeing and being brought back has side effects even if they pretend to not recognize them and Danny knows why. Trauma sucks.

So Danny as King of the Infinite Realms places a price on the soul of one John Constantine. He sorts out the hellish mess buying the contracts from each of them. It was not easy but none of them could officially claim his soul with so many wanting it.

That was how John Constantine was summoned to the Infinite realms because if one owns a soul then they can summon it to their home reality.

"I'd pay the Devil Twice as much to keep your soul." - I am a righteous hand of God- Danny choose to sing as the activation.

John was forced to find a scientist that could understand and build the ghost portal or be tormented with memes.

Was not Johns fault if the portal is too small for a human form and Danny had to take a much smaller animalistic form..

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moss-covered-thoughts · 2 months

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Valentine's Core Exchange Fic

Hi @agent-sushi-fbi !! I have your gift ready for the DP Valentine’s Core Exchange!!! Thanks SO so much for being patient with me while I wrapped this up! I had an absolute blast working on this and I really hope you enjoy reading it! I have also gifted it to you on AO3, where my user is Abitnervous

Dead on Main is my fav ship and I had a lot of fun making something new for ya~

Also, thank you to my helpers! I did some brainstorming with @stealingyourbones and @bonebrokebuddy was my beta reader! Yall were fantastic help!!

This was a super fun event, so thank you to the mods at @valentines-core-exchange for organizing this! Aaaaaaaa!!

Without further ado: Hella Good Brew

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Finally, the figure came into view, and when he saw Jason he grinned, fangs visible. Jason’s heart nearly stopped.

“Hey, Red!”

“Phantom,” he greeted, keeping his voice low since he didn’t have the benefit of having the modulator to cover for him. Keeping the ‘mask’ on without the helmet was much harder.

The ghost floated over to the counter casually, resting his head on his hands thoughtfully. “What brings you all the way over here?” He batted his eyelashes at Jason, smirking. Goddamn him.

Phantom always bantered with him like this. Jason told himself it was not the reason he kept coming back.

“The usual. Making sure you’re not up to trouble.”

“But Red!” Phantom put a hand to his chest in mock offense, “I’m always up to trouble!”

#danny phantom #batpham #dpxdc #dpxdc fic #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #ao3 writer #dead on main #dead on main ship #jason todd #red hood #danny x jason #romance fiction #first time writing a ship fic #super fun #moss thoughts

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tourettesdog · 2 years

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DP x DC prompt where Bruce and Tim go to investigate Amity Park, with Jason in tow, all suited up. They’ve heard a strange claim about “ghosts” there, and trying to research the town revealed a concerning government presence and tampered records.

The moment they enter the town, the ectoplasm in the air starts rapidly filtering out the corrupted ectoplasm in Jason’s system and strengthening his underdeveloped core (kinda like To Join the Whispers). Jason doesn’t tell Bruce or Tim at first since he’s kind of freaking out about how the Pit is responding to the town. Then Jason’s arm goes through a table and they don’t really have any idea what is happening and are now all freaking out about it. Danny sees this happen and immediately recognizes the same sudden, uncontrollable power displays he had after the Accident.

Danny is extremely torn because he wants to help (a new halfa?? or something close enough??? and he’s a vigilante???? hell yeah), but he’s also Terrified of Batman going anywhere near his fucking house. So he introduces himself as Phantom and tries his best to steer them away from FentonWorks while also trying to help talk Red Hood through everything and dump a lot of ghost facts on them. Going to see Frostbite is extremely tempting, but Danny’s pretty sure he can handle this. Pretty sure. (He does Not want Batman near the portal, since it means being in his gd house, and he doubts he can get Red Hood there without Batman following.)

The bats didn’t even know who Phantom was until they arrived in Amity and they’re all a Little concerned that this random, powerful ghost child is this excited about Jason essentially going through ghost puberty in record time. It’s even more concerning that Phantom doesn’t seem at all surprised that a human can be part ghost in any way, which means either Phantom is somehow human himself (somehow) or that this is just not a new occurrence in this town.

They came here to figure out wtf was happening in Amity, and Phantom’s raising about 50 more questions by the second. Bruce sees Phantom take down a mutant ghost bear ripping through town and now he’s pretty sure this ghost child (who may or may not be partially alive??) is a load-bearing feature of the town. He’s not a fan of that. Bruce is even more concerned that, upon mentioning the government presence in town, Phantom says the GIW is causing more problems for the town and is actively hunting him.

Jason’s just... having a time. He’s never felt so zen and anxious at the same time. He wants to feel skeptical about Phantom and what’s going on, but being anywhere near the kid makes him feel like he’s hanging out with his best friend since childhood, wrapped in a warm blanket and safe as can be. (And the Pit is quiet and his mind feels Clear.)

The only reason the bats didn’t attack Phantom and drag Jason away in the first place is because Jason doesn’t Want to leave and jumped to defending the kid oddly quick. They tried to drag Jason out of town but he’s turning partly-intangible now whenever someone touches him and they physically can’t.

Danny’s pretty much adopted Red Hood as his new brother and even if he doesn’t trust Batman as far as he can throw him (far), he feels like he’s doing a pretty good job juggling mentoring Red Hood and managing to derail Batman’s investigation at the same time. Tucker helped lure the Drs. Fenton out of town with a fake ghost hunting convention, and the online information for anything in Amity is so butchered (between Tucker, Technus, and the GIW each having their turn at tampering) that the bats are having to rely mostly on word of mouth for their investigation.

He’s not doing quite as good of a job as he thinks he is, though. All it took was Phantom badmouthing the FentonWorks building once in passing for Bruce to look into it. They try to break into the place the moment they think Phantom’s gone-- only the house has some Surprisingly violent security systems and Phantom appears out of no where and drags them away.

They plan to go back the next day, cause there’s definitely Something there and they’re pretty sure it’s the answers they need. (Even just looking at the weird structure on the roof pretty much promises that.)

Only... Jason’s developing core (which isn’t fully formed and is soaking up the ectoplasm in Amity like a sponge) turns out to be an electric core. It starts going Buckwild with pent up energy, and Danny is having None of that. He goes from being very happy and excited to just-- terrified and flighty.

Random sparks of electricity around the kid with the Worst track record with that stuff? Yeah, no thanks.

Danny races home and just paces endlessly, confiding in Jazz that he doesn’t know what to do and wants to help and feels awful for bailing on them-- but he doesn’t feel capable handling someone with electricity sparking off of them like water off a duck. He thinks they need Frostbite’s help, which means letting Batman into FentonWorks, which means opening himself up to the possibility (probability) of Batman finding out more about the Fentons, Danny Fenton specifically, and Phantom.

The bats are panicking because, skeptical of Phantom or not, he was the only person providing them with answers and trying to help. Jason’s stressed to high hell without the calming feeling of Phantom nearby-- AND electricity now jolting from his hands uncontrollably on top of everything. The electricity is just coming and going at random, with him having no control over it.

They go to FentonWorks, their only lead, and this time a girl with red hair answers the door. She’s clearly stressed out about something-- and she has Phantom in her house, looking dejected and still very terrified as he keeps his distance. Why Phantom is in a house that is clearly stacked to the nines with ghost hunting equipment is... suspicious.

Jason’s powers act up almost immediately after entering the house-- causing some very scary damage to the nearest light fixture-- and Jazz is like “yeah no, we need to fix this Now” and marches them straight to the portal. The entire time she’s trying to explain her parents’ work and how they have friends through this portal that can help, and it’s Quite the sell to make on the fly.

They walk past a few family pictures on the wall on the way to the lab and it’s all Tim needs to see to be like “Soooo Phantom is definitely your brother-- hey um why is your brother a ghost??” He expresses this aloud and the way Danny tries to stammer and hide it is as good of confirmation as anything.

And then they see the state of the lab. All of the ghost-hunting weapons just lying around, and the giant portal to hell-- and how Phantom is still visibly keeping his distance from the sparks coming off of Jason. There’s just building rage in Bruce as he’s putting together the parental negligence and trauma. He wants to grill the two kids about their parents (why do they have all of these ghost hunting weapons when their kid is some sort of ghost?? WHY is their kid some sort of ghost???), but now he’s faced with a teenaged girl trying to convince him to go through a mysterious ghost portal to bring his kid to some strange ghost doctor.

Jason is leery as can be of the portal (it Looks a bit too like the Lazarus Pit, and it definitely feels like death), but this girl-- Jazz-- doesn’t seem afraid of going through the portal and is making it very clear she’ll just go into this “Ghost Zone” without them and grab this doctor if she has to. The thought of the girl diving through the portal by herself (and the sparks still flying off of him, making a mess of the lab equipment), is enough incentive to get Jason to go with.

Transporting Jason is... problematic, though. He would absolutely destroy the Specter Speeder if he rides in it. They eventually settle on Danny dragging Jason through the zone by a line (wearing a giant pair of rubber gloves on top of his gloves because he is not playing around).

By the time they get to the Far Frozen, the situation is sort of... solving itself? Being in the Ghost Zone has filtered out the last of the Pit's gunk from Jason and his malformed core is settling down now that it doesn't have good ectoplasm competing with sludge. He still doesn't really have control over the electricity, and feels a bit overwhelmed with energy, but it's no longer firing on all cinders.

Frostbite's pretty bothered by meeting Jason. He recognizes him as something similar to Danny (Bruce isn't going to let the "Great One" nicknamed Phantom has slide also; hoo boy that's another for the Giant List), but... Off. He has a core but it's-- small. Delicate. It was dormant until he entered Amity, and even now it doesn't really have the power or even shape a normal ghost core should.

Frostbite is able to help with the electricity, at least, by just explaining that now that his core has formed (in what capacity it can) Jason has to be careful about pent up energy to avoid it striking out. That the electricity feeds easily off of available energy and, especially if his emotions are high, will lash out if it overflows. He has Jason let out a lot of energy in a secluded space and it feels immensely cathartic.

Jason is still not allowed into the Specter Speeder on the way back to FentonWorks.

Returning to FentonWorks (with Jason's condition stabilized after his GZ spa cleanse) opens the door for a very careful interrogation of the Fenton siblings. Each answer or non-answer they give is more concerning than the last. The straw that breaks the camel's back is learning that the portal itself killed Danny and that his parents are not in any way aware he's (half) dead because of the ever-real risk his parents will hurt him if they find out.

They haven’t even mentioned Vlad. There’s still so much.

Bruce is already mentally signing the adoption papers. Tim and Jason have accepted they're getting two new siblings and are warning the family (and Jason's planning to be as careful as he can with these new powers so he doesn't freak Danny out because knowing Why it was freaking Danny out has him wanting to wear his own pair of rubber gloves and strangle their parents with them).

Danny is just a little shellshocked that these people are nicer than he thought and are willing to help him and not make his life worse.

Also notes: Jason wouldn't have a full roster of halfa abilities. No secondary form (though the white hair tuft prob glows more, and his eyes turn green more often), probably no true flight, and no ectoblasts. He mostly gets a grasp on the electricity and intangibility, and can use invisibility sparingly. The pranks he and Danny (and later Dani) get up to are the stuff of legend.

#this was rocking around in my head and I needed to write it down #dp x dc #dp x dc prompt #danny phantom #dp #dp prompt #batpham #prompt #dogposts #dp fanfic #this also wound up being longer than intended but oh well lol #wanted to put Sam and Tucker in here somewhere but it felt too busy rip #Also I'm extremely incapable of summarizing things and shortening ideas so this got very long #dogprompts

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mango-sp1ce · 10 months

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Gotham Sightings

The sound the railing made as he swung his feet was kind of annoying. It was scratchy and whiny. It wasn’t too loud but it still grated on his advanced hearing.

It also alerted the red helmeted man in the alley below to his presence. Danny watched silently (except for the squeaky metal sound from his legs swaying between the bars) as the man pointed his gun quickly up to the fire escape dangling above him.

He hesitated. A man with good morals then. To second guess shooting what looks to be a normal civilian. Danny smiles lightly down at the man, though he’s unsure if it can be seen due to the dim lighting of the alley.

“You sure react fast for a dead guy.” He says softly. The hesitant hand holding the gun steadies. The mask on the man gives nothing away but the tenseness that returns to his body speaks a thousand words.

“Who are you!” The man yells up towards him. Danny stops kicking his feet before resting his chin on the railing. Rumors in Gotham spread fast. And Gotham had taken to whispering about him.

Whispers too quiet to reach the bats it seems.

“I’m the neighborhood ghost. Aren’t you a bit far from Crime Alley?” He asks, watching as the man reacts. His body does all the reacting actually, his head tilting to the side and his neck leaning forwards. Confusion maybe? Disbelief? Danny was never that good at reading body language.

The man below goes to say something, his beginning breath filtering through whatever voice changer he has in his mask. In the second between him breathing in and getting a word out, the world shakes.

Both of them snap their heads to the large burst of light and sound further into the streets. It just barely peaks into the alley, but everyone could feel it for miles. An explosion, probably. A large one.

“Fuck.” He’s not sure which of them said that.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #batpham #danny phantom crossover #danny phantom fanfic #dpxdc #If this is a teen Danny #could be gearing up to adoption #an older Danny could be gearing up to #dead on main

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rapplesart · 2 months

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I‘ve been obsessed with Danny phantom and Batman fics lately and I made this little sketch because I love those scenes where Danny hides under the cape. It’s a little rough but I still kinda like it .

#artwork #batman #batfam #danny phantom #danny fenton #batpham #dc x dp #dc x dp crossover #digital art #drawing #bruce wayne #dc comics #artists on tumblr #sketch #fanart #fanfic #fic art

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salmonight · 3 months

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Fentonic2024 Day 11: Chaos / Plushy

Drew this little thing for the actual fic am working on for this day. Take it as a fun little bonus i added to it!

I just adore this au so much. Draw little doodles of it is so much fun!

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ellabellabugz · 1 year

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Day 5 of DP/Dc Week 22

Danny’s day was going pretty normal for being a halfa. An unaging halfa to be exact. He wasn’t sure when he lost track of time, but being stuck looking like a 14-year-old made him rerun school enough times. Always slipping in and out of different cities.

This year Danny chose Gotham. The city had enough ectoplasm reeking from it to help keep Danny nourished.

That and Clockwork had told him there was something ghostly happening within the city. Leaving it very vague on what was happening. Danny wanted to find out what. So two birds with one stone, school and figuring out what ghost was deciding to terrorize the gothic city.

Danny couldn’t help but stare at the buildings as he walked down the street. Sam would love it here. If you ignored all the smog and muggings happening around every corner, Gotham was rather beautiful.

Danny turned the corner, entering a darker ally. It surprised him how dark the city could become. At the moments he thought it was at its darkest, it decided to go HA your wrong and turn even darker.

Sometimes it felt suffocating like the darkness was closing in on him. Trying to drown Danny is the deaths happening throughout the city. It was hard to push it away. Hard not to let himself drown in the hatred and sorrow within the city.

But Danny managed.

His eyes slowly looked upwards as his walk came to a halt. The man in front of him grinned down at the boy, teeth yellow with beer stains. Danny could smell the man’s breath from a mile away, and even closer Danny swore he would shove a breath mint down the man's throat the second he could.

“Well, What do we have here.” The man drawled, knife gripped menacingly in his hand.

“Looks like a boy.” A woman's voice came from behind him, Danny glanced in her direction, catching a mop of black hair within his sight, before inwardly groaning. “A lost little boy.” The two of them laughed before moving closer.

“Don’t worry, we won’t bite.” The woman said, her hand snaking onto Danny’s shoulders. He fought off a shudder at how slimy her hand felt against his skin.

“Much.” The man laughed as the woman gripped Danny tightly as if trying to hold him in place. He didn’t bother fighting. The closer he got them the easier it would be to take them out. The man moved closer and Danny fought off a gag. Seriously did these people ever shower?

The knife pressed against Danny’s throat as the man moved closer. “Come on boy.”

“I don’t know what you want,” Danny said, fighting off the urge to tell the man to brush his teeth.

The woman laughed leaning down to whisper into Danny’s ear, her hot breath on his neck. “There are two things. Your money.”

“And-” The man was cut off as a shadow slammed onto him. Danny’s eyes widen as the familiar fog rose out of his mouth, eyes widening at the sudden attack.

Danny froze as something cold wrapped around him and he was yanked forward at an alarming speed.

Now Danny knew how to move fast, he could fly at unbelievable speeds but this was something new. He couldn’t focus on the world as the building flew by. The thing wrapped around his waist, he realized was an arm. It was hard and firm, holding Danny securely against whatever was kidnapping him.

Danny blinked and he was on the floor. The sounds of bats and water dripping filled the air. His eyes widened as he stared at the ghost. That had to be the ghost.

Why the heck did Batman have to be a ghost?

He just got kidnapped by Batman.

Batman who died. Danny watched when his death was reported

A groan pulled Danny’s attention away from the ghost to a man sitting at the computer.

That was the bat computer.

“B. you can’t just keep bringing kids in here.” Danny blinked at the voice, staring at Nightwing as he stood up. “This is what, the fourth one this week and it’s only Tuesday.”

Batman wasn’t phased by the chastizing but instead floated closer to Danny who just stared before the dead vigilante disappeared.

Nightwing was at Danny’s side, pulling him up to his feet. Danny scanned the cave, seeing it was mostly empty. “Come on, let’s get you upstairs.” Danny blinked as Nightwing pulled Danny towards a set of stairs.

“What?” Nightwing seemed startled at Danny’s question, turning his attention to the boy.

“Huh, all of the kids B takes can’t form words within the first hour they’re here. The shock of being kidnapped by Batman.”

Danny shrugged. “Nothing new about getting kidnapped, nothing new about ghosts.” Danny then fell silent as they entered into a study, his eyes landing on three kids in the room all chatting away.

All have very familiar looks.

Black hair

Blue eyes

Danny wanted to scream. Was Batman just a Vlad 2.0? Kidnapping kids with a certain look and never letting them leave.

Of course, this is what Clockwork was talking about. But Danny couldn’t just force Batman back into the ghost zone.

It’s Batman!

No, he had to be careful about this.

His eyes grew even bigger as they past other rooms, each having a few kids in them, all with the same hair color and eye color.

Nightwing seemed to wait patiently as Danny stared at the kids. Danny turned back towards Nightwing opening his mouth to speak. “How long has this been going on?” Danny asked as they entered a less populated area of the mansion.

“About two years, the kids come and go,” Nightwing answered, turning to face Danny with a quizzical look on his face. “What do you mean your familiar with ghosts?”

Danny shrugged before a smirk overtook his face. “I am one.”

“Yeah, sure.” Nightwing sighed. “Kid, sorry about B dragging you here, you can grab some food and leave if you want.”

Danny blinked. “Uh no.” Danny turned away from Nightwing, his eyes settling on a corner of the room.

Batman appeared in that corner. “Hey Batsy.” Danny called out, watching Nightwing startle slightly. “How about you stop kidnapping kids and open up a different safe haven for them? That way they don’t have a panic attack when the kid whizzed across the city within a few seconds. Or maybe you turn your obsession of yours into taking care of the kids you already have. Instead of… collecting them.”

Batman blinked down at Danny as if he didn’t understand him. Danny blinked back before groaning. Nightwing let out a startled yelp as Danny floated up toward the ghost.

Danny faced Batman and repeated his words in the ghost language. Watching as realization dawned on Batman.

After a second Batman looked around as if he didn’t know where he was. Danny watched this in confusion before another groan escaped him.

“Batman

You do know you're dead right?”

#dp/dc week 2022 #danny phantom fanfic #batpham fanfic #batpham #danny phantom

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carrionforthecrows · 1 year

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You didn't know? Part 2

Soulmate AU | at age 18 you stop aging until you find your soulmate {with some twists}

Part 1 | Next Part

He was 15 when his soulmate died.

It wasn't for that long the only reason he noticed is because of who he is. He's been obsessed with soulmates for quite awhile, a lot of his books did cover the magic of soulmates. Besides he is The Boy Wonder, the one who believes Robin is magic.

Of course he'd pay attention to the importance of a soulmate. To every little possible thing about the bond between two souls. Because having a soulmate is the only thing that he had when he was just Jason Todd the kid from Crime Alley.

Jason wanted to protect his soulmate, being Robin helps him towards his goal. But right now that goal is on hold...

25...24...23...

Right now he wanted his dad.

17...16...15...

Where is his dad? Where is B?

10...9...8...

Jason was hurting, he was injured very bad.

3...2...1...

Jason died at 15 with a cry for his dad and a apology to his soulmate on his lips.

Authors Note: I am doing more parts, I am trying to reclaim/relearn writing after the American Education System ruined it for me. Is it perfect no, but also once I am done I will read any peoples additions to this. But until then I cannot or I will not be able to finish this.

#dp x dc crossover #dp x dc fanfic #dp x dc #dc x dp #batpham #jason todd #2nd robin #joker #dead on main #soulmate au #soulmates #batman #bruce wayne #angst #danny fenton #danny phantom #im not a writer

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castrianamore · 1 year

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Bitter, Had the Heart

DC X Danny Phantom Crossover

Chapter 1: to see or to mistake

TW: Graphic depictions of Corpses, Mutilation, vile smells

Tim Drake was a brilliant Detective. He was a shareholder of Wayne Enterprises. Middle child of the family really. He was working on his degree in business at Gotham U, as expected. He also excelled, as expected. Nothing could have prepared him for this, though. I’m all his years of detective work nothing was quite this gruesome, this brutal. This slow.

A horrified terror filled expression struck across two gang member’s faces. Their deceased bodies had entrails splayed over the alley and he held a rag over his nose and mouth at the smell. It wasn’t just the decay setting into the bones and souls. It smelled like rotten eggs, sulfur. Mixed with the metallic scent of iron and blood and disgust.

Nightwing landed next to him.

“Oo that’s not pretty,”the man whispered. “Damn that stinks.” Time handed over a rag to his elder brother who very gladly put it over his nose.

“You’re telling me. This is one of the more brutal and gruesome cases I’ve seen in a while…” Tim was trying to take in what he could from below. They had to have been tortured alive as they had their entrails removed, at least most of the other rogue’s in Gotham made their subject’s deaths quick, even if painful but these? This was a new breed of brutal and horrific.

Tim was frustrated. He was a fucking detective for gods sake.

“How many is this now?”Nightwing looked at his younger brother before back down at the bodies.

“8… I think we can classify this as a serial case right now,”he huffed. He pulled out a notepad writing things down.

Smell of sulfur.

Entrails spread out.

Claw marks on the walls.

Symbols written into the alleyway walls in the blood of the fallen.

Faces frozen in horror.

This was the 7th and 8th one and of course it was similar to the others. Smell of sulfur. Entrails spread out. Once they got the autopsy report back he high suspected the heart will have been removed and a bite being taken out of the kidney if there even was one.

“So Gotham has another mysterious serial killer whose signature is as gruesome and messy as the Joker’s entire existence.” Tim had been frustrated with this case since it started and he was beyond grateful for the help. A lot of the bats were in on the case at some point. Duke had been trying to do Daytime recon. Tim and Dick were keeping up with police investigation, namely Dick who claimed he was coming from Bludhaven to help with the case. Got them both the inside information.

Bruce and Damian were trying to track down anything and it had been all hands on deck to keep a watchful eye on the city. Cass and Steph were off-planet apparently dealing with something from the covert ops team of Young Justice. Barb was doing her best to play eyes as she kept an eye on the various cctv footage around the city, but Gotham was big and there was always crime to attend too.

Tim was stretched thin himself. He normally had shareholder meetings in the mornings at least once a week, sometimes twice, and after that it was to his college classes. Tim had college, patrols, the company. Fuck. Let alone the occasional charity galas and other events he had to go to not only as a wayne but as a head of the company as a whole.

Tim was running on fumes as this case was running him dry. That was another reason why Dick was in town to lessen the load on Tim. He liked college and he knew that he wan’t exactly the most social person let alone the most normal(look at his job?) but he did want to do things sometimes with his friends. Though, he was sure his ‘friends’ probably wouldn’t be around for super long. Having mundane friends outside of super hero life was hard, let alone a romantic relationship. He had tried with the other heroes. He had tried with civilians but the civilians just couldn’t understand the time necessary and the excuses he was going to have to make.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to pursue a romantic relationship but it just simply felt as if he had no choice but to not. Wow, he was tired if hid mind was going off on it’s own separate tangent in mind distracting him from the task at hand. Speaking of…

A small flash of one of the police’s camera’s caught him off guard. Unbeknownst to the group a man in black tech wear with white accents and a mask pulled over his nose was crouched by the body. Hands gloves and a hood up over barely visible black hair. He was taking a sample it seemed of, what was that? How did he not notice that?

There was a green viscous liquid and he just collected it, not just an incredibly small amount, but what was on the body at all. It reminded him far too much of Lazarus water for his liking, but if someone had poured gelatin in it.

“Wing,”Time stated wide-eyed at him.

“I see.”

“We have eyes on a potential suspect,”Tim called over coms.

“Do not engage, follow,”Batman’s words echoed back to him. Duh. They wanted information on the dude. The two backed into the darkness a little more as soon as the police-men turned around he was gone. Tim and Dick watched his foot catch on the ledging as he climbed onto the roof of the building pulling down his hood and looking around. Eyes covered by a pair of goggles that were a stunning and haunting green color. Then it seemed he spotted the bats even from their vantage point, and as soon as they noticed. The man took off running.

“Shit!” Tim exclaimed, moving to jump onto the roof to pursue .

“Red! No engaging!”

“I’ve been following this shit for months, I’ve never been then close to a lead Nighty!” He exclaimed moving to follow.

“Language! But, really?!?” Nightwing followed after time the two moving with ease.

“Stop!!!” He yelled at the black masked figure who merely cocked his head to the side running backwards for a moment before jumping across to the next roof doing a roll. Experienced in parkour at least as Tim and Dick followed suit. Fuck he was fast.

“We need to corner him,”Dick hissed.

“Don’t tell B…”

“Don’t tell B what?”Dick replied before Tim threw two batarangs at his target.

“Red!” Dick exclaimed as the man dropped sliding on his knees to avoid the first one but as he got up the second one hit his leg. Bullseye. The person tripped holding his leg for a moment. A small grunt of pain could be heard as he scooted away from the two of them. The way their face was covered left no idea what thoughts crossed their mind. Nightwing landed next to Red as they stared at the man backing up against the wall to the roof.

“Don’t make us hurt you anymore. Tell us what you were removing from that crime scene,”Red threatened, grabbing his bo staff off his belt and letting it unfurl. The person shook their head as they used the short wall to stand up limping heavily. They weren’t incredibly close to the ground at the moment. At minimum a solid 8 stories high.

Pretty far up Tim would say. Which made the next move shake him. The man looked at them and slowly shook his head and by the time they both realized what they were doing their hearts broke. They gave him a farewell salute with two fingers and fell backwards off the edge of the building and neither himself nor Hightwing could catch him in time. Both running desperately to the edge wide eyed with panic.

It wouldn’t have been the first time someone had committed suicide to escape them. Tim doubted it would be the last either. Fate had it out for them in that way. Fate had it out for them in a lot of ways as Tim would find out over the course of events.

Though they never heard a smack against concrete as they rushed to the side, nor a scream of terror. So when they looked into the alley way the man wasn’t there anymore. Dick and him quickly using grappling hooks to get down.

“What the…”

“Where did he—“

“Infrared?” Dick suggested they both moved to look around them. Just the coldness of the alleyways and setting mid January weather. It was freezing in this alleyway.

“Is that a bed?”Dick pointed out the small campaign at the very back of the alley. A few cardboard boxes set up as a table with a few remains set there. Messy soaked sheets sat on top a cardboard bed with a messy pillow half destroyed it seemed

“Of course it’s a bad.” voice drawing them both out from their mission. “I never thought this would be the way I finally run into Two bats. You’re in front of my sleeping spot.”

They looked up to see a young man(teenager?) he only stood about 5’3. He was bundled up with a hoodie and a black trench coat over it. A soft blue scarf wrapped around his neck, hands shoved into his pockets with piercing blue eyes and ruffled black hair being held down by the matching blue beanie. He looked cold and from the infrared sensors on him the man was abnormally cold compared to most normal humans. A metà Maybe?

He had deep tired circles under his eyes. Skin far too pale to be healthy and a guant looks to his cheeks. His clothing almost just draping off his thin frame. He looked like he was very very sick if Tim could guess.

“Sorry for intruding, then,”Dick spoke up walking in front of him. Giving him a nod that he saw it too. “Did you happen to see a man fall from what roof?”

The man shifted and looked concerned Tim’s eyes looking of his shoulders, eyes, lips. Trying to pick up any subtle mico expressions.

“I just got back from classes, man,”The man sighs rubbing his forehead. “I’m half asleep and running 3 red bulls and a pack of saltine crackers.”

“Can we ask where you’re coming from?”Dick gave a charming gentle smile.

“The library.”

“I see, well we’re looking for a man dressed in all black with goggles with bright green lenses and black hair. He was sporting tech wear. You can give the police a call if you see anything?” Tim pulled out one of Greyson’s cards after he spoke. “We’re working with Detective Greyson at the moment for any leads so you can call the precinct if you see anything.”

The man took the card tossing it over his shoulder.

“ACAB, so can I sleep now? Or are we going to be playing a fun little game of 20 questions with me being the epicenter of the bats hyperfixations.”

“Ah… no, not at all. Have good night,”Dick stated as Tim was trying not to laugh as the man grabbing him grappling them up onto the roof. It was silent as they got a few blocks away before Tim burst out laughing.

“He just…”another laugh,”YEET!” Mimicking the card being thrown over his shoulder.

“That kid is suspicious.” Dick huffed maybe a little salty his normal charms didn’t work on him.

“He’s sassy not suspicious.”

“But his body temperature was—“

“He’s probably a meta Nightwing. Don’t tell the bats that you’re a meta, remember? It’s kind of Batman’s whole reason for keeping the city the way that it is, to protect metas.”

“You’re right.”

“I know. The kid looked exhausted the only thing I picked up from him was that he was beyond annoyed that he had to wait a second longer to go to bed. It’s,”he paused to look at his wrist. “2am.” A pause. If we was a student the mostly likely place he would have been would be the library. Even if you were walking from Gotham U library or a cafe it wouldn’t have taken you two hours to get where they were.” The library and most cafes closed at 11 or midnight.

“What did you realize? You’re smile fell.”

“The university library closes at midnight.”

“Okay and?”

“And this part of town is only a 45 minute walk from the library.”

“Is he our culprit they both have black hair. Could be especially if he’s a Meta explain why he was able to get away from us so fast.”

“I doubt it, that kid looked… sickly to say the least, but he was definitively hiding something.”

“So what was he hiding that he didn’t want the bats to know?

By the time they made it back to the alleyway the mysterious kid was gone.

“Dammit!”Tim exclaimed. This case was frustrating. Everything was going wrong.

“Look we at least know one thing right?” Dick was trying to make light of the situation. “He goes to Gotham U.”

“Dick.. we’re going to find hundreds of people who fall under the broad category. Let’s search “Black hair blue eyes” into the student database and see how many we come up. Let alone the fact that black might not be his natural hair color.”

“Hood could find him…”

“No, Hood has enough on his plate with these murders finding a homeless kid is not part of the problem at hand. The dude didn’t hurt anyone.”

“But if we run into him again,”Dick stared at the quickly disassembled bed the few ratty sheets now gone. “Do you think we could get him to the hospital for some help? Meta or not his readings were… rough.”

“We can’t force people into getting help all the time. It’s one thing for rogue’s who are more than a little insane but a guy who’s sick in the alley way?” Tim shook his head with a sigh rubbing the back of his neck. “We’d be chasing after half of Gotham.”

Tim rubbed his forehead a little frustrated with the general turn of events going on right now. Why couldn’t he get a lead on this fucker. He doubted that googles person would be much help. They looked like an investigator themself but at this point it was a lead and Tim was desperate. Each murder was more gruesome than the last like they were pushing their victims and themselves every time they did it. It had to have been a beast right?

“We need to find the masked person…”

“Yeah no I agree. Whatever they pulled off the body they were looking for that. They knew it would be there.”

“Think he’s the murderer?”

“Probably not, but they seem to know more than us which is concerning in its own right.”

“Not wrong there little bird.” Dick sighed. “We should leave. Head back to the cave.”

“Best, I have too many classes in the morning.”

“You have coffee addiction, you’ll be fine.” Dick smirked as they started back towards the cave moving to write a report of what they encountered on their patrol.

“You trying to feed my coffee addiction?”

“Absolutely not, B might kill me with that one,”Dick snorted.

It wasn’t as if Tim could sleep even as they got back to the manor to crash for night after writing their reports. He remained long after Dick had gone to get some sleep. Eyes focused on the screen and then down at his drawing in front of him. A rough sketch of the new person of interest.

Those eerie glowing goggles were stained into his mind as he leaned back in his chair looking at the file they had created for him.

Name: Unknown

Age: Unknown

Height:5’3 ~

Weight: 115-130lbs~

Appearance: Black hair in black tech wear and a respirator over his mouth and glowing green lensed goggles. White motifs along the outfit with a white D symbol over the left side of the chest.

Status: Unknown

Alignment: Unknown

All these unknowns. How were they supposed to figure it out. He had to meet this person again. He had to find them. He didn’t have a choice. This person was a key in his case. He sent a text to Jason.

“Keep an eye out for a guy that roughly looks like this” He sent an attachment of the drawing he did of the rough outfit in greyscale and what he saw.

“Oh… I know that dude. The people called him Distortion.”

What?

Jason knew of him? How did?

“How?” Cue Tim’s annoyed thoughts at how Jason didn’t care to share this information with them. Any of them. “And you didn’t think a new body on the streets who has a name wasn’t something you wanted to share with the class?!?”

More little bubbles as he was typing.

“He belongs to me that’s all you need to know. He’s an associate. A valuable acquaintance.”

“Well your associate was found removing evidence from my crime scene and bolting.”

“Need to know basis, Tim.”

“Do you know his identity?”

“No.”

“Age?”

“Yes.”

“Can i have it?”

“Absolutely not. He doesn’t want to be involved with the Bats or on your radar. I’d advise deleting the file you’re creating on him. He doesn’t take well to being on record right now.”

“Why?”

“Don’t know Don’t care but he’s incredibly useful and I’d like to keep him on our side and he was very hesitant on even coming to me. He only came to me because he’s operating out of my territory.”

“At least the guy has some respect.”

“He has street smarts. Now back off Tim. You know I let you in on a lot and that’s why I’m telling you this, but him? Distortion? Let him do his thing. If he tells me anything I’ll let you know.”

“What do you get out of this?”

“An investigator.”

“You have us?”

“Not all crime is big enough to involve the bats. Not all crime I can do all the work for for myself. He helps me out locating information and in exchange I leave him the fuck alone.”

Tim stared at the texts.

More typing bubbles.

“You tell Dick, Damian, or especially Bruce about this and I will rat you out for the Yelen case.”

Tim would be silent after all…

He stared at his doodle, ripping it up. It looked like shit anyways. He rubbed his face frustrated really as he made no changes to the file. Dick didn’t have to know about what he knew. This felt wrong to him though. Not just the whole Jason apparently knowing of the guy. If Jason knew of the guy but he remained under the radar of the rest of the bats it was concerning, and even as close as he was to Jason he wouldn’t put it past that guy to keep his issues to himself.

He always thought of himself really. First and foremost. It had been that way since his return mostly. It wasn’t like he never tried. Birthdays and holidays he’d show up. Tim wasn’t going to like that he noticed the mans change in demeanor the past year had done for him. A decrease in murders Jason committed in Crime Alley.

It was subtle enough unless you were looking for it, it wouldn’t be noticed, but tim did. Tim did notice. It reminded him of that breakdown he had a while ago. The anger returning to his brother like it had been there all along slowly increasing. The pit madness returning with a full force nearly driving Jason away from everyone. Jason wouldn’t talk about why the pit madness hit him so hard again.

He wasn’t exactly a feelings guy. None of them were. Dick was the most open of the Bat siblings to openly talk about their emotions and hell Duke had the most normal of a life before it all. Even he was hesitant. They all saw the Black Canary at least once every 6 months and that was only after a begrudging agreement with Black Lightning and the rest of the justice league. Most of they, themselves, weren’t involved in the justice league.

It was also why Cass and Steph being asked to go seemed to set him off. It wasn’t his place.

“He belongs to me..” Tim whispered out the words with a slight possessive tome looking at their texts chewing on his lip a little. A small habit he picked up when he was lost in thought and alone. Usually only when he was relaxed and with family. He couldn’t let people read his microexpressions out in public.

“For a solitary man, that’s quite a possessive statement Jason,”he mumbled into the batcave before standing up and walking up the stairs to his room. Not that he got much sleep either.

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