My DP Character HCs Masterlist
This is just a bunch of hc stuff for DP characters. It might take a bit to get it all on here.
Danny:
Interesting Idea for King Danny
Engineer Danny
Frost Phantom
The Christmas Gift
The Source of Danny's Anger At Christmas
Anti-Gravity Phantom
Secret Identity
Fenton:
Fenton Bias
Jack & Maddie's Perspective on Ghosts
Neurodivergent Fentons
Neurodivergent Jack & Maddie
Neurodivergent Jack
Dani's Obsession
Halfa Jazz
Fenton Preferences
Family Legacy 1
Family Legacy 2
Phantom Family AU
The Walker Family
Vlad Masters:
Ugly Crying Vlad
Vlad Struggling With NPD
Vlad the Methyphile
Vlad's Romantic Profile
Vlad's Sexual Profile
Clockwork:
Clockwork
The Origin of Clockwork
Clockwork Through the Multiverse
Full Prompts & Story Ideas:
The Bell Tolls For Amity
The Curse of the Seven Sins
Timeless Journey
Vlad vs Dan
Broken Future AU
Lady Nightshade AU
Purification & Aftermath
Other:
Nocturn (My Style)
Dash After High School
Rebel Alliance
Ember's Lement
Head Butler of Manson Manor
Lunch Lady
Sapiosexuality
Vlad & the Supernatural Trio
MRA Tucker
Team Halfa
Dan Insults Vlad
Realistic Danger & Casualties
Valerie's Powers
Dan Likes Greek
Sam's Thoughts on Lionfish
DP Confessions
Ecto-Apocalypse
Plants Rights Lunatics
Whimsigoth Sam
The Haunted Jukebox
A Better Pam
Xovers:
DPxDC - Ship Names List
DPxDC - Psyche Talk
DPxDC - Anger Management
DPxDC - Anger Management & Those Who Think It's Wrong
DPxDC - Superman Isn't a Clonophobe & Backup
DPxDC - Bruce the Burdened
DPxDC - Elder Wayne Return
DPxDC - The Lazarus Pits & Jason Todd
DPxDC - A Bird in Amity
DPxDC - The Black Cat
DPxDC - Bell Above the Box
DPxDC - Jazz as Altair the Bluebird of Gotham
DPxDC - Duul Aman Thal
DPxDC - Green Lantern Danny
DPxDC - Vlad As a Lantern
DPxDW - Danny & the Doctor
DPxMCU - Saving Private Vision
DPxMH - Calamity Park
DPxIV - Viltrumite Kryptonite
DPxSU - GemHaunt
DPxMHA - Hawks' New Life
DPxMLP - Cutie Mark
DPxDB - Death Comes For All Eventually
Other DP Masterlists:
Ghost Zone Masterlist
DP Ask AU Masterlist
DP Phantom Twins AU Masterlist
Other Useful Masterlists:
Aikoiya's Writing Tips Masterlist
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Family Dinners - dpxdc
"Holy shit, you're Bruce Wayne!" Danny gaped, jabbing a finger at the man sitting at the head of the table.
The bustling dining room goes silent as everyone turns to look at him.
"Danny, who did you think was going to be here?" Tim asks, disbelief plain in his voice and Danny feels his face flush red.
"Sorry, I, uh, I guess I just never put it together. Tim Drake-Wayne. Wayne Manor. It, uh, makes sense now." He laughs sheepishly and scrubs at his neck before slumping back down into his chair.
"Well," Tim says with an indulgent sigh, "at least I know you're not just friends with me for my connections."
"Yeah, I'm really sorry, I just never thought about it, I guess."
Danny sinks lower as everyone around him laughs. Come to dinner, he said, the food is the best, he said, ignore the family, he said. Danny really wishes he'd listened to Tim and just ignored them—almost as much as he's regretting accepting the offer in the first place—but... he's having dinner with Batman.
Ancients, that's so weird!
The last time he saw Batman was in the future and, suffice it to say, it was not going well. There hadn't really been time for family dinners there.
Wait. Family dinners?
He peers around the table, openly gawking at everyone as it all clicks into place.
"Everything alright, Danny? Now realising who everyone else is?" Tim asks with a roll of his eyes.
"Uh... something like that..." Danny mumbles as everyone laughs again.
From further down the table, the smallest Wayne scoffs and clicks his tongue.
"I thought you said he was smart, Drake?"
"So, you all do it, too, then?" he asks, ignoring the jibe. Danny's only a little bit jealous as he thinks of how much easier they must have it, how much easier it'd be if his family had been on his side, too. "You all work together?"
"Nah," Dick says from across the table with a brilliant grin. "Tim's the only one that works with Bruce, we all have different jobs. I'm a police officer in Bludhaven."
"Disgusting." Danny blurts out without thinking—because seriously, what kind of self-respecting vigilante would also be a police officer?—before clapping a hand over his mouth. "Sorry."
The whole table laughs again, the loudest being the blonde girl a few spaces down from Dick. Look, Danny wasn't really paying attention to names when they were all paraded in front of him. Dick only gets remembered because his name is a joke.
Come on, Danny, recover!
"That's, uh, not what I meant, though."
"Oh?" Dick asks, cocking his head slightly to the side. Is it Danny's imagination or does his smile tense slightly?
"Yeah, I mean like, you know, in costume. It must make it so much easier to have everyone together like this."
"Costume? What do you mean?"
Yeah, Danny's not imagining it, everyone tenses up at that. It's really only now that he's realising that this probably isn't how he should bring up that he knows about their... night time activities. In fact, he probably shouldn't be bringing it up at all.
"Uuhhh..." Danny looks wildly around the table as he continues making his stupid noise. Think, think, think! There must be a way out of this!
"Danny?" Tim asks, looking concerned.
"Oh, Ancients, this isn't how I wanted it to go at all," he mutters, slipping even further into his chair. He's almost on the floor now and he so, so wishes it could just swallow him up.
His real first meeting with Batman was meant to be cool! He had planned to be Phantom, maybe save them from a tight spot, prove his worth as a mysterious and powerful ally as thanks for the help Batman gave him in the future.
"Danny, what are you talking about?" Tim starts tugging on his sleeve in an attempt to pull him back up from his pit of despair.
Eventually, Danny relents and sits up straighter, hiding his face in his hands and whining all the while.
"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect him to be here and it threw me off so now I look stupid and it's so embarrassing!" he wails, flailing his arms wide. "Why wouldn't you warn me that Batman was your adopted dad, Tim? Couldn't you have let me know?"
"I'm sorry, what? Danny are you alright? There's no way Bruce can be Batman, look at him!"
"Yeah," the blonde girl laughs from the bottom of the table, "look at him! That's a wet noodle of a man! Batman can actually do things, B is incapable of pretty much everything."
"Thank you, Stephanie," Bruce sighs, massaging his forehead.
It's... Those are the first words Danny's heard Batman say since everything went down and it's enough to knock him out of his embarrassment.
It's really good to hear his voice again. Especially now, when it's strong and healthy and full of personality—even if that personality is little more than a tired father right now—far better than how it had been, at the end.
Danny sits up, back straight, and grins. He's got this. He remembers it perfectly. Some people count sheep to fall asleep, Danny repeats his mantra to be certain that he'll never forget it.
"Gamma alpha upsilon tau iota mu epsilon, 42, 63, 28, 1 colon 65 dash 9."
Once again, the whole table falls into silence.
"Holy shit..." breathes the other D name (Duke? Danny's pretty sure he's Signal) from opposite Stephanie. "Isn't that...?"
"The time travelling code." The littlest Wayne says stiffly. "We have met in the future?"
"That's not just the time travelling code, Dami." Dick says, looking between Danny and Bruce. "That's the family time travelling code."
Danny's grin freezes in place.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"1 colon 65 dash 9." Dick explains, still flicking between him and Bruce. "It means you've been adopted into the family and we should all treat you as such, no questions asked."
"Tell you what, I'm about to ask a question." Danny says, dumbstruck. "You just told me it was a code to identify time travellers, not anything about being adopted! What the hell, B?"
Bruce looks about as shellshocked as Danny feels.
"We must have been close," he says finally, after opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water a few times.
"No! Not that close!" Danny reels back, taking a deep breath ready to refute it all, but... "Well, I mean, you found me when I first got stuck, and you helped me get better despite being... And then we fought together against the, uh, bad guy, before he, um, he... before you couldn't."
An uncomfortable beat passes while they all pick up on what Danny tried so hard not to say.
"So, you're not from the future, then, you travelled there and came back?" Tim asks, breaking the tension and leaning forward with a glint in his eye.
"Yeah, it was a whole end of the world thing, but don't worry about it," Danny says with a hand wave, "It's all kosher now, won't ever happen."
"What did happen?"
"Seriously, don't worry about it, we cool."
"How long in the future was it?"
"About ten years? You were pretty spry for an old man, B," Danny laughs, wishing they'd get off the topic of what happened and get back to the adoption bit.
Everyone shares degrees of a cautious smile as they relax out of the shock, and Dick—whose grin is the biggest—says, "No wonder you got the family code, you're already riffing on him like one of us. How long were you there for?"
"A week, before I managed to get back to my present and stop him then."
"A week? Jeez, B, that has to set some kind of record, seriously."
"Oh!" Danny says, sitting bolt upright and blinking in surprise before pointing at Dick and bouncing in his seat. "You're Nightwing!"
"What?"
"That's exactly what Nightwing said when Batman told me the code! Makes so much more sense now."
Dick laughs and claps his hands, delighted.
"You were not formally adopted?" The grumpy small one—Dami?—asks, his face pinched.
"I didn't even know I was informally adopted."
"And your parents? Are they alive or dead?"
"Damian, stop—"
"They were dead in the future, but they're alive now." Danny says, looking down. He fiddles with the tablecloth, twisting the fabric around his fingers as he fights down the pang of sadness that he always feels when he thinks of them now. He forces a bright smile on his face and hopes it doesn’t look too strained. "I just, uh, can't talk to them much, anymore."
"Damian," Dick warns, "1 colon 65 dash 9. Treat them as family, no questions asked."
"This is Damian treating him as family, the little turd has no manners." Tim scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he gently bumps shoulders with Danny to knock him out of his funk. Danny can't help but send him a watery smile.
"I have the most exemplary manners, Drake, unlike some people." Damian spits, crossing his arms with a pout. "I was merely ascertaining his status to see how he could possibly fit into the family."
"I know this is all a bit sudden, Danny," Bruce smiles, ignoring Damian and reaching out to lay a warm hand on his arm, "for all of us. But if I felt strongly enough to give you that code after spending a week with you in the future, then you are more than welcome in this family, if you so choose it. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we'd like to get to know you a bit more."
"I know a threat when I hear it, Bruce." Danny snorts. "But, yeah, I get it. I'm sorry this is all so weird, it really wasn't how I wanted to find you again, but... I'm glad I did."
"So are we, Danny." Dick says, with a warm smile. "And formally or not, 1 colon 65 dash 9 means you're family. Welcome to the fun house! No take backs or refunds, sorry. You're stuck with us."
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DP X DC Dont Scratch the Ice
It wasn't October in Gotham if Manbat hadn't gone on a rampage, and Dick was currently chasing Kirk Langstrom through the densely populated Main Street in Gotham, so by God was it fucking October.
They'd mostly kept on rooftops so far and Dick honestly thought this chase was going to be relatively easy until suddenly, thanks to decades of poor infrastructure maintenance, the sky light the scientist-turned-bat was using as a launchpad fell through under his weight and left him falling downward into Gotham City's indoor Ice Rink.
Dropping down on the ice, Nightwing made the startling realization that he neither had the skill set to gracefully slide across the ice on his soft, noise proof shoes, nor the normal winter cleat accessories to remedy the issue.
Trying to both stand up and think of a way to properly fight/corral Manbat on the ice, he saw him cornering a large group of skaters. Thinking fast, Dick launched his grapple to hook on the frame of the plexiglass wall surrounding the Rink itself and used that momentum to nail the Manbat in the back of the head with his knee. "ICE to meet you, big guy! This fight would be a lot better off somewhere else, don't you Rink?" He quipped.
Manbat roared, the skaters screamed, and his jokes went criminally unappreciated.
Springing off the plexiglass barrier, Dick tried to think up his next move when he saw two skaters split off from the pack and lead Manbat to the center of the Rink. Rushing to try and separate the two suicidal civilians from the rabid bat-creature-thing nearly ready to tear them to shreds, he stopped short as a third came shooting down from the opposite end of the rink and making a spray stop right in front of the Manbat- but instead of the snow spray they were expecting a wall of ice came up from his skates and froze Dr. Langstrom into place.
"So is this the Batman everyone's been talking about? Because if so he's really gonna have to help us fill in these grooves."
One of the two who split off came circling back. "No this is Man Bat. Kinda like you, just uncontrollable rampaging bat form." She said, looking appreciatively at the wall of ice.
"More of a Jekyll/Hyde situation I think, or the Hulk." The second commented, slowly skating back to his friends, but as he was nearly there his skate caught on one of the deep scratches the Manbat had caused and he fell face first.
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