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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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sguidwards-bestfriend · 7 months

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Dp x Dc thoughts and stuff

New Dimension, Who's This?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

From Danny's short experience Jason was about as trusting as he first was when Fright Night joined him. He didn’t think Frighty’s method of accept my eternal loyalty or die would work very well here. The guy, despite looking like a brick wall and a fridge had a child, seemed to have a very gooey center. Now to hope that wasn’t just the contaminated ecto.

Contact was the easiest way to get the bad ecto (Becto?) out and he was NOT one for cuddling. Just mentioning it made the man squirm, well not outwardly, but his core shivered.

Danny didn't see a big deal in it, but maybe it had been the years in the ghost realm, where personal space wasn't really a thing when you can phase through people... his human half was also used to Tucker and Sam, whom he'd shared a bed with so many times Jazz ended up giving him a pamphlet on "healthy polyamory".

Alfred, the name of the butler, had convinced Jason to take him on a tour of the manor. There were about a million rooms, way too many living spaces (no one needed that many seating areas), a whole barn, and a really nice kitchen with food that didn't fight back.

As they walked Danny kept close, either a hand on his shoulder or floating close enough to be up against him.

Although Jason seemed stoic externally Danny could feel each and every emotion he had. He never seemed uncomfortable with Danny, but he was guarded. Some feelings, like nostalgia, became volatile from the corrupted ecto and quickly turned into anger.

One of these times was just seeing Tim, his brother, came out of his room with about 12 empty coffee cups in hand. The feeling, for just a second, started as care that switched to anger quicker than Danny had been expecting. There had been an emotion between the two, but Danny hadn't caught it. The anger seemed more ghostly than the first part, it was shaky and unstable.

With that shift came a surge of ecto that sounded like a screaming child, Danny placed a second hand on him to help filter it out. His eyes flickered green then went back to the light blue with a grayish outline that they had been before.

Tim had stopped in his tracks, frozen in place with his mountain of dirty cups. No one moved. Then, as if nothing happened, Jason continued walking, leading Danny to what he’d come to find was the library.

Danny loved to read as a kid, but he died, had to stop the ghost coming through his parent's portal, save the world, pass high school, become king, and give up a more human life to dedicate to ruling an entire dimension that he never got back into it. Especially once he'd established peace throughout most of the realm: a majority of his work consisted of paper work. Very boring paper work.

"You can grab a book if you want." Jason sat on a comfy looking chair, leaning into it and slouching down. He looked a lot less intimidating like this.

"Nah. I have to read a lot for work, but thanks for the offer." Danny floated above him, one hand anchoring him to the man.

"What do you do for work?" Jason asked, not putting the book down.

"Lot of people sell their soul." Danny watched his own hair flowing in the air like it was underwater, he's not sure when it started doing that, but it looked badass so he wasn't complaining. "It’s depressing paperwork when you have to define the worth of a soul in numbers."

Jason hummed and continued to read. They sat there like that for a while before Jason spoke up again.

"How did you know the pit rage was taking over, when we were in the hall."

"Ghost speak isn't translatable exactly, but your core kinda babbles like a baby." Danny looked down at the man, he'd closed his book. "It cries when it's angry and cries when it's sad, but your human emotions come first and are amplified by your core."

"So, what, you just heard a ghost crying?"

"More like I heard your human emotions through a megaphone and then ghostly crying right after."

Jason picked his book back up, but Danny had a feeling he wasn't actually reading it.

They stayed like that for what felt like hours to Danny. He didn't think it right to ask any questions. Besides, he was being vague about his own answers too.

Through the years he'd gotten the hang of being cryptic enough while still giving an answer from Clocky.

Clockwork!

Danny sat up, accidentally pulling Jason up with him a bit. "I need to get in contact with Clockwork!"

Jason grumbled and fixed his jacket, "Who's that?"

"The ancient of time, he'll know how to get me back and how to fix you... if he answers or wasn't behind this."

...

Jason did not seem happy about contacting the hellblazer/detective, but he was in town. What luck.

Danny no longer felt very lucky when the blonde detective with a strong English accent started yelling.

"This is the fucker wreaking havoc with the lazarus pits?"

Jason sighed, "Can you help us or not?"

The man breathed out a puff of smoke and mumbled to himself. "Yeah, yeah. I can help." He sat on the nearest chair and looked down at his PDA, or well, Jason said they were phones. This universe seemed a few years past his own. "The infinite realms aren't easy to get a hold of. You need to be pretty powerful to go in between the realms. How did you get stuck here anyway?"

"Was practicing with my dimension hopping dog, I went through a portal, he didn't. Now I'm stuck here." Technically that wasn't a lie, he was with Cujo when he himself had made the portal.

"Dimension hopping dog, right." He took another hit from his cigarette before grunting and standing up. Danny wasn't a fan of this type: arrogant bastards that believe you aren't worth their time. "Only thing I can think of is a summoning."

"Okay sure, how do we do that?" Danny asked floating behind Jason, a hand on his back. John looked at him skeptically, so Danny shot back. "I've never done a summoning that would be ridiculous! That's like standing in the same room with someone and calling them."

"Fine, let’s go down to the cave."

Once in fruit loop 3.0's basement the hellblazer pulled out a book and started drawing out patterns on the floor. Danny recognized a few words, which gave him confidence that the summoning would at least bring someone from the infinite realms.

The wording was very old, but from what he could read it was about summoning the most powerful being in the infinite realms.

Danny assumed it would be Clockwork, and just hoped its wasn’t some manifestation of Pariah Dark.

John finished, then turned to stand at the front as if he'd rather be anywhere else but here, and started to chant. The circle glowed a familiar homely green when he feels a pull in his gut.

"Fuck."

...

Jason watched as Constantine drew out the circle with strange hieroglyphs. He'd read that book when trying to find ways to remove the pit rage years ago. This summoning was meant for the strongest being in the entire realm. It could be any kind of monstrosity.

His stomach dropped when the sickly green glow filled the room. The shadows danced unnaturally and the room dropped a few degrees.

Behind him Danny made a blip of a noise and disappeared. For a moment he assumed the man was scared, making himself invisible to hide from the creature crawling out from a hell dimension.

Only he didn't feel Danny behind him anymore.

"Welp... didn't expect that. Definitely an ego boost I tell ya." Standing in the center of the circle was Danny. He didn't look anything like the man he'd spent all day with. He was a few feet taller, had pale green skin that shone almost white and six lanky arms with pointed nails. The fangs and slightly pointed ears he already had were pulled longer, his legs were just as unsettling as his arms, it almost looked like he'd been pulled through a black hole. Stretched through time and space.

His hair was longer as well, it floated above him like it wasn't experiencing gravity. Floating above that was a ring of a green aurora borealis. His face was hard to look at directly, it shifted. It was just the outlines, it was all eyes, it was empty, it was a black hole.

Around him shone little starts that twinkled occasionally, Jason had been part of the Justice League when a solar flare nearly killed half the planet. This being had the power of hundreds of those and was moving them around absentmindedly. one hand seemed to burn slightly, but it was too bright for him to focus on it.

He looked ethereal and terrifying.

Constantine broke the silence first, "State who you are!"

In a million voices that echoed through the cave and into Jason's chest Danny spoke.

"I am Phantom, King of the Infinite Realms, Champion of Pariah Dark, Bringer of Peace, Ancient of Space, The Great One." Da... Phantom looked down at the circle. There was amusement in his voice, "I see, the words I didn't recognize were a binding of truth, that means I can only communicate in ghost speak."

Constantine looked more fed up than scared, but he knew when the con-man bit off more than he could chew. He turned to Jason and whispered to him, "He's the bloody king. I'm not helping you fuck the king."

"I do not need help with that." Phantom said before shining brighter, a green tinge covering the edges of his body.

Constantine turned back, most likely expecting the creature couldn't hear them. "I met Pariah Dark, your magical essence is..."

"Ghosts have cores." Phantom corrected, crossing the central arms as the rest continued moving stars around.

"Yeah, yeah. Your core is different. Since when are you king?"

"Time moves differently between realms. On my earth it was about a decade ago, but by the zones standards it was nearly 50. When did you last hear about them?"

Constantine huffed, pocketing the cigarette that had gone out when Phantom appeared. “Three years ago, but I don’t delve into the infinite realms often.”

“Zatana helped me a bit with the whole being dead thing. Maybe she'll know?” Jason hadn’t talked to her much in the years that followed, she’d not been able to help him. Though now looking back he hadn’t given her much of a chance.

“Yeah, that might…” Once again Phantom interrupted Constantine.

“Wait, wait. I know this magical signature.” The two looked back at the being, “You're the bastard who keeps selling bits of his soul. Do you know how many disputes I've had to settle, how much fucking paper work I've had to do because of you!”

Constantine, ever the survivalist bolts. An act Jason hadn’t been expecting in the slightest. The hellblazer threw the book at him when he left, muttering something that changed the green color to something softer, less toxic.

Jason goes to stand in front of Phantom, the man he’d spent the entire day with was an eldritch being of unfathomable power. He excused the summoning with a wave of his hand, as the book showed.

Although he did shrink down to a more human size, only his face changed in appearance. The rest of him was still pale and lanky, the pointy ears looking cuter than they had before, whe they were as long as a sword.

Jason stayed silent. How was he meant to go about this. What had he promised to this being that it was willing to stay with him. What had he sold to the creature that dictates the value of a life.

“Oh sweet!" Danny/Phanton did a strange squat and wiggle like he was trying his legs out for the first time in a while. "Wanna go for like a walk or something?”

Jason’s brain seemed to skip a grove when he heard Danny’s voice coming out of the blueish creature.

“A walk sounds nice.” Jason said, ignoring how his mind was racing with the possibilities of this being really curing him… and of what he’ll ask in return.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

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(sorry this took forever, im certain being a fanfic writter curses you or something. So many fucking things were happening at once gah. I've had this plotted out since i posted part 2, but never got around to turn it into a realish fic)

#danny phantom #dpxdc #dcxdp #jason todd #danny fenton #dead on main #Can you tell I smoke weed not cigs?#I honestly don't know if the terms are different and trying to look that up is fucking hard

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elithemiar-blog · 2 years

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While Jason is traveling, he accidentally finds a ghostly party (holiday?) featuring one of the gods (Greek/Roman), he's accepted to the party after a tense standoff, the ghosts recognizing as one of their own despite him feeling off.

The area has a barrier of sorts that will transfer earthbound ghosts into a half mortal, half zone area. This quiets the pit for some odd reason, he sees a teenager in the back and just sidles up next to him, like he feels similar to himself (emotional awkward projection/little dangerous ghosty).

Danny nods to the guy that glances around very confused, and he can sense the wrongness from him just like all the other older ghosts but still doesn't quite understand (GhostKing!Danny might be able to tell that it's corrupted, but not so much of how to fix it).

He can hear some words in the unfamiliar static of the language (ghost speak), but something about the kid beside him being mentioned and thanked for coming despite putting his haunt in danger by leaving. The gods/goddesses compliment him of his defeat of Undergrowth, Nocturn, Vortex, and Pariah. Jason hears them, not like he had to listen very hard, but eventually comes to understand what they're saying. By the end of the night, he learns quite a few things:

The kid's name is Phantom

He defends a small town from other ghosts and the ghosts from hunters

This kid has stopped god level threats that may put even the JL to shame

He's a special kind of ghost

This kid let him know that he's liminal and that's probably why he even got through the barrier

Ghosts that can hurt the living exist

End of the night, the barrier drops, and Jason is left standing where the party was, and the pit slowly comes back. Now, he just wants answers and that means finding out where Phantom is. Except with a quick net search, there's no results.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #jason todd #danny phantom #prompt #danny arrives via ghost zone #I love the interactions between danny and jason

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stillebesat · 1 year

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*vibrating a normal amount*

GUYS. There is a Lazarus Pit somewhere in the BATCAVE.

So. Apparently at some point. Bane and Batman (probably not together? I'm sorry I'm just going off of a wiki) were both going around destroying Lazarus Pits.

ONLY.

Batman eventually found out that the Lazarus Pits are actually needed to keep the world stable. You can't destroy them all. That's bad. Very bad.

And so he decided to create his own and where would he put said pit? In the safest place he knows.

The Batcave.

Because he knows that's like the one place that Ra's will never get to so therefore The Demon Head will never use it.

But like can you imagine the DP X DC possibilities?!?!

Like what if the person who told Batman that destroying all the Pits was bad was the Ghost King?

What if Danny was the one who helped Batman to pick out a safe location in the Batcave as well as design the holding area for the Pit/Portal so that it would remain stable and be unlikely to hurt any humans?

What if the increased ectoplasm in the area makes the Batfam more liminal?

What if the increased ectoplasm in the air allows certain ghosts (Bruce's Parents, Dick's Parents, etc) to become more visible?

What if, depending on the timeline of just when the Gotham Lazarus Pit is created, if it was created sometime after Jason's death but before his revival....it's ectoplasmic presence helps to fully revive Jason. He forms a core in the coffin. His mind returns to him without the LoA having to get involved. He instinctively uses ghost abilities to escape from his grave without having to dig his way out. He returns to his family.

What if the Pit was created while Jason was with the League. And he's dealing with corrupted ectoplasm from that Pit. But when he finally finally ends up in the Cave (maybe he's severely injured and has to stay there for a while?) the pure ectoplasm in the Cave helps to filter out the corrupted stuff and helps him form a core then?

What if Jason feels like he can never go home because he's been replaced, he has too much blood on his hands....and yet the moment he steps foot in the cave or steps foot in the manor he feels like he's come HOME. And he has no idea why he feels so safe and protected there and why it's so difficult for him to want to leave when he's HOME until a while later when he finally discovers the presence of the Pits.

What if Batman created the Lazarus Pit on his own and he or some other family member accidentally becomes a Halfa in the process?

What if Ghost King Danny feels the presence of a new connection to Earth opening up and goes to investigate and discovers the Batfam?

What if Phantom (injured maybe, possibly in desperate need of a new haunt) comes through the portal/pit after they're created and feels the presence of another halfa (jason) or else feels a 'connection' to the Batfam in some way and ends up making Gotham his new home? (Found Family AU)

Also. Like. Could you imagine the freak out that Batman would have the first time an actual ghost came up through the pit? And if said ghost wasn't Phantom? Like nothing in his research mentioned creatures emerging from the pit itself! What is he to do?!

He created the pit in the cave to keep it safe from Ra's but he had no idea that the pits would come with their own 'problems.' And now suddenly there are these beings from the Infinite Realms hanging around the cave and he's desperately trying to research just who these beings are and what they're capable of and trying to find contingencies just in case they're more evil than gremlins. Plus HOW does he keep them from entering the cave itself?!

Imagine Technus messing with the technology in the cave. Skulker borrowing weapons to augment his suit. Johnny taking the Batfam's various motorcycles out for a spin.

Like...guys. There are soooooo many possiblities. So many.

#DP x DC #Lazarus Pits #Batman #Danny Phantom #Ghost Shenanigans

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radiance1 · 3 months

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The ballad of Jane doe has me in a choke hold. The lyrics really feel to me and I had an idea of an alternative universe where Jason as Robin and beheaded by Joker as a way to avoid irl identification? Idk he’s insane.

But the lyrics that really spoke to me were: Oh Saint Peter, let me in!

You must know where I've been

Won't you tell me at last who I am?

(This can be either Jason revived and never getting his memories back and asking maybe maybe Danny someone who is kinda his minder who he is but Danny never knew him so he can’t say or Batman in a desperate but frustrated way when he’s all vigilante and stuff while fight and takes off his helmet for dramatic effect and maybe Jason never aged and still 15 or he just doesn’t have a head so Danny made one of ecto that is supposed to look like him)

And I'm asking "why, lord?"

If this is how I die, lord

Why be left with no family

And no friends?

(Jason never having his memories cries out for any information but maybe someone is blocking his search or some other factor, Jason not having any memories mourns the thought of family and maybe in a fight he’s yelling angrily about the unfairness of his situation and having no one, maybe even a vent to Danny if slimmed him spinned right)

I’ve got no celebration

Just this consolation

Time eats all his children

In the end

(Jason not remembering his funeral and his only consolation is his missing head or a scar on his neck from the beheading and this can also relate to clockwork and you know the Kronos correlation, how time has no favorites and everyone will be forgotten just like him in the end of their days wether it be their death or the last time their name is said)

A melody floats through the air

When silence falls, does no one care?

(frustration of no one telling him who he is and and maybe there will be a fight scene where he takes off his helmet and asks if anyone- anything cares about his existence in front of Bruce or the batfam)

how Danny plays into his either this is alternate Jason and Danny being one person and Danny being in an accident which kills him half not and half did or Danny is dead Jason’s minder and they get teleported to another universe where canon is idk :)

Jason, a dead man walking and Danny, the only guy who seems to know at least something without questioning why he knows the things he does.

Unfortunately, and as much as Jason asks, begs, wishes, Danny doesn't know who he was before his death.

You could even pit him up with the League a bit, more specifically Talia Al Ghul, who feeds him crumbs of information to keep him on some sort of leash, which eventually leads to him coming back to the Gotham with a vengence.

But here's the thing I'm considering.

What if he doesn't ask Batman, Bruce, or any of the Batfamily. No.

He asks the Joker.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dcxdp #dc x dp crossover #Honestly didn't know what to say to this one

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iguessthisisanewobsession · 1 year

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This is in response to the "Jason pretending to be/maybe actually is pregnant" thread.

Jason's gaslight himself into having symptoms but they're on again, off again. In frustration, he says. "I wish you'd make up your freaking mind, body!" Famous last words... 😉

Desiree overhears. And the next day Jason wakes up obviously pregnant (he's showing and can feel the baby kick) and definitely more feminine looking than when he went to bed.

This is the au that really got people entering my asks? xD

Jason would be furious

Danny: ok, we just have to make a wish to put things right. I need to give Desiree a talking about consent again.

Jason, cocking a gun: And I need some goddam child support!

You also have to look at the angst side of “okay, now what?”

Like there is definitively a baby now in him, would he actually like to have said baby? Like could he bring a kid into the world as is? Would he actually be stable enough or would he just continue the cycle his own birth mom did to him?

Then there’s the possibility scary complications that could happen because of suddenly being several months along.

It’s not like he’s a normal ghost after all.

I feel like Desiree where to get caught up in this story Jason would make the tough decision to reverse the wish, if only for the reason that he can’t be certain that the baby would be healthy.

He would never forgive himself if he put his own child through the hardship of having a not fully developed core. The disconnect he went through for months before he was dunked in the pits.

In the end of it Jason would feel a bit heartbroken but know deep down he did the right thing.

And if suddenly the symptoms he was having previously were coming in more routinely afterwards he would just think he’s being a bit delusional. That’s all.

#dp x dc #writing prompt #danny phantom #danny fenton #batman #dc x dp #jason todd #red hood #Desiree dp #this still cracks me up #but now I add #just a touch #of angst #we do not have a name for this one still #also you bet your ass Jason doesn’t notify his family #they are just left out of the loop #it was Jason’s choice and he didn’t want to be swayed one way or the other #mother hood au #mpreg

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rainybyday · 1 year

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I keep thinking about how all of the bats always have this near by death experiences like Candy and I thought about how Danny meets all of the Bata when they are near their death experiences or if they did did but got revived

like maybe it started with Jason when Jason first died.

Jason just calling out for Bruce, slowly thinking that he is going to die alone with the Jokers laughter as the last thing he hear when he feels a hand over his own. He tried to look, to see who it is but all he can do is twitch in pain.

“Its ok. He’s coming little bird, he’s coming. Your dad’s coming for you.”

And Jason died with the reassurances of a stranger telljng him his dad is coming for him. Unfortunately he forgot about him when he was dipped in the pit

The next would be Steph who felt herself die and was expecting darkness but she was instead standing in front of her own body with the world around her looking like she was looking through green tinted glass.

“your not gonna die you know.”

And then she turned to see a boy with black hair and green eyes next to her, staring at her body.

she tried to speak, tried to say something but nothing won’t come out. Instead she just stood there with the body, standing still as they watch as Steph was revived and suddenly she was back in her body. She didn’t know if it was her mind trying to soften the blow about her death or if it was real but she kept that interaction to herself.

(once she learned of Jason thou she thought that maybe that was the ghost of a former Robin)

After that there were multiple near deaths situations where bat members are hearing voices of a boy with black hair and green/blue eyes. Sometimes he is reassuring them, sometimes he’s helping them to safety, and sometimes he just watches them.

Other events like Barbara getting shot or Dick killing the Joker would also manifest the boy as well.

Bruce, Dick, Steph and Barbs thinks it’s Jason reappearing at their most desperate time, when their tethering the line of death and life. Tim and Cass know it’s not Jason but they don’t know who the kid is or what he is exactly.

The problem was when they found out that Jason was alive and they still see the boy was when they started to understand that it wasn’t normal now. That the boy was not their mind guilting then or scarring them with the death of Jason.

When Jason also had a vision of the boy was when they started to worry. Who is this boy that they see when death is near?

[Meanwhile, on the other side of the world Damian gets ready to finally meet the family with the knowledge of the Spector (Danny) decided to give to him so he may know of the family he will soon meet.

It was time to meet the family, just the two of them.]

#Been awhile #college is college #But anyways #dc x dp #dp x dc #jason todd #stephenie brown #danny fenton #damian al ghul #damian wayne

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valiantsuitcaseskellington · 1 year

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Weeping Siren

Inspired by this post, but not the same thing.

Had this amazing idea I couldn't let go.

So basically, Danny's home world was destroyed, and none of his friends or family are alive or even dead with him. I'm not sure what caused thus but probably some sort of dumb GIW plot. This act also damages, but not destroy, the ghost zone/infinite realms.

Danny becomes the ghost king, sure he might have a bit of paper work, but in this story the main job of the ghost king is to keep the ghost zone working/safe, and even protect it should he have to. Because the ghost zone is damaged, he spends most of his time feelings himself through the ghost zone and fixing areas, maybe this is why the Lazarus pits exist?

Anyways, since Danny's always stressed and is grieving/will always grief his home, the ghosts always feel the sorrow of their great king, whom they all grow protective of, and who they greatly love and appreciate.

Danny takes to singing to relieve stress, help him pass the time, and even let him grief in a safe way. Despite this and the love of his people, being in the ghost zone and effectively working even when he can sleep, it all starts getting to him. So he starts performing his songs to the ghosts, telling his stories, his wishes, his love and grief, what he wishes could've happened, and what he hope WILL happen, all through his songs.

Yet he is still in the ghost zone, and so the ghost suggests he performs to the many dimensions and universes that the ghost zone is connected to, it is infinite after all.

And so he does.

From here the ghost king gains a reputation for being a great, yet sad king. A being that could destroy dimensions without trying being in perpetual grief. His stage name becomes the Weeping Siren.

It continues like this.

My idea come from a story where the JL see Constantine being excited/ecstatic for once. They ask what's up and John says the Weeping Siren is going to perform in their universe soon, and he's excited to attend.

One thing leads to another and John or Zatanna convince the other members to join, or the other way around, the JL convinces the two to take them. Either way they tell the JL time and space and everything stops for those who attend, so there are no consequences, and everyone can have a chance to join. And they want the JL beings from different dimensions and universe will most likely be attending as well.

If you want to go even crazier you can add different versions of the Justice league or those they know, like many different versions of Jason Todd attend and things like that.

I imagine it like a bar/dinner kinda vibe, with a stage that Danny steps on to. He's obviously going to be dressed androgynously, and it's hard to say if he seems more ghost or human, as his forms have long since practically merged with eachother. Sure he could shift more to one of his sides, but he accepts hes both, so he becomes both.

Danny sings songs, even the happier songs have a wisp of sorrow or longing in them.

A song I'd add is Nobody by Mitski. Idk why, but it resonates with me, and I think It'd resonate with this Danny.

This danny totally wears dresses, and i imagine he wears darker colors, more blacks with chains, as well as have glasses that look perscripting perched on his head like you would sunglasses. With a certain flower in his hair. Nods to Tucker and Sam. Yes he wears pants and combat boots popular my many world's men. He'd wear biker gloves and all in all he'd change up his outfits, wearing a multitude of different things popular of both genders. Yet the flower, the dark colors, those glasses, they always stay consistent.

#dp x dc prompt #dc x dp #dp crossover #dp prompt #dp x dc #dp #dc #dc x dp crossover #im not sure i came up with the best stage name #i might even change it myself if i ever write this #so feel free to mess with that all you want

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sleepy-writes-stuff · 1 year

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DP X DC WRITING PROMPT #7

(This was inspired by this post here and the following fic Like Betta Fish Do, except I'm once again feeling angsty. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it.)

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Red Hood was patrolling his territory when he feels a sensation similar to someone stumbling over a tripwire. He's immediately on high alert and goes searching for the disturbance, the Pit practically growling in the back of his head. He feels a physical pull that seemed to be guiding him through the dark streets of Crime Alley. He listens closely, completely silent, until he hears it.

Sharp breaths, bare feet slapping against the rain slick pavement, and a sharp, acidic scent wafting through the air as his target moves closer and closer. Once the person is almost right on top of his position, he sticks his foot out and yanks their feet backwards out from under them and immediately has a pistol aimed at them. Something makes him freeze though.

The intruder didn't just go down with a surprised yelp, but an agonized scream and sharp wheezes that sounded painful even to him as they hit the pavement. Now that the intruder was in front of him, he could identify them as an average sized male, late teens to early twenties, with wild, pitch black hair. Once the guy flipped around on the pavement and looked up, Jason could also see icy blue eyes with a slight green tint to them that shouldn't be so noticable at this time of night. The guy's eyes were practically glowing.

Speaking of glowing, the guy had a hand splayed protectively over his chest where a toxic green substance was steadily seeping through the thin white material. The Pit stirred uneasily at the sight. Before he could ponder much more on the guy's current state, he started talking in a rushed, panicked babble.

"S-Shit. Sorry. I didn't know this was your haunt. I'm only passing through, I swear!" With how fast the guy was breathing it was a wonder how he was able to spit the words out so fast. He was nearly hyperventilating at this point. It was kinda making Jason feel bad.

"Please don't shoot me. I'm already dangerously low on blood as it is. I don't think I could handle another wound on top of what I already got."

Now that immediately set off multiple alarms blaring in his head. Coming to a decision, he holstered his pistol and crouched down to the stranger's level. He raised a placating hand when the guy was about to say more.

"Sorry about that. I'm not used to feeling like someone's throwing rocks at my window when they enter my territory. Did I open any stitches under there?" He asked, pointing to the noxious green substance he can only assume is blood that was continuing to seep through the guy's shirt. It uncomfortably reminded him of the Lazarus Pits.

"I'm Red Hood by the way." He turned his raised hand over in offer of a handshake, trying to be friendly. Clearly he must be doing something right since the guy reciprocated the handshake, though a bit hesitantly.

"U-Uh. Danny. My name's Danny."

"Nice to meet you, Danny. Are you gonna answer my question?"

"Oh! U-Um. Stitches, right. Yeah, might've popped a few on the way down." He stuttered as he gestured to the ground.

Jason winced in sympathy, and offered to help him up. It was a bit difficult to do, considering Danny's wound, but he was back up on his feet in no time. Looking Danny up and down, cataloging any other injuries and noticing how dirty his clothes were. They suspiciously looked like patient scrubs. Jason's eyes narrowed to slits under the hood, not liking the conclusion he was coming to.

"Mind telling me what exactly you were running from?"

The question immediately set Danny off. His pupils dilated in fear, sweat started beading on his forehead, and his hands started to shake as he wildly looked in every direction. His eyes landed back on Jason and the fear nearly tripled in intensity. Danny took a hurried step towards Hood, almost startling him into taking a step back.

"It isn't safe." Danny practically hissed out from between his teeth, eyes now glowing uncontrollably in the darkness of the alley. "I don't know how you've managed to fly under the radar so far, but you need to run. They're coming."

Danny's fear was starting to jump-start his own fear response, but he violently pushed it down. He needed to be clearheaded.

"Who's coming? Listen, if you're in trouble I can help-"

"No-" Danny has a tight grip on either of Jason's biceps now, hands still shaking uncontrollably. "You can't help. They have every right to do anything they want to us under federal law. The only thing we can do at this point is run-"

The sound of something whistling through the air catches Jason's attention as a dart lands in Danny's arm, causing him to jerk away to yank it out. The dart is white with a strange logo partially covered by Danny's fingers. The guy barely has enough time to look back up at Jason, pleading for him to run, before his eyes roll to the back of his head as he pitches forward.

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I do have a bit more to add on to this, but I'm stopping here for now. Check back in a few hours for a highlighted next → button of you want!

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clockwayswrites · 1 year

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Like Betta Fish Do - Part 15

Masterpost of ao3 link and all parts.

WC: 4225 (Ch 12 when on ao3: Chs 1-10/Parts 1-12 are there already and are better than here btw.)

“The ghosts’ King?”

Danny hummed in agreement and placed one of the trays of food on Jason’s lap.

“Seriously, you’re a king?”

“Mostly. Now eat you Pho.”

Jason did as he was told.

He shot Danny purposeful looks throughout dinner, but Danny refused to give. He kept his attention fully on the TV even though Jason knew that Danny was incapable of keeping his full attention on any show— much less one they were only watching for Jason’s sake. When the food was gone and the trash had been thrown away, Jason leaned over and paused the show. He figured that Danny was out of excuses.

Danny was still hovering in the doorway between the kitchen and living space, refusing to look at Jason. It made Jason sigh. He pulled himself off the couch, wincing slightly at the cuts on his feet. Now that he was clean and full the minor hurts he’d gotten from the episode bit at him, but he pushed the matter aside as he walked over.

Gently, Jason cradled Danny’s face. The wrapping around his split knuckles felt rough against the soft skin, but Jason simply soothed the path with his thumb.

“Danny.”

The sigh Danny let out was impressively resigned. “I didn’t mean to tell you about the king thing yet. I just didn’t want you to worry about hurting me.”

Jason hummed softly. “But it’s true?”

“Mostly.”

“You’ve said. That doesn’t explain anything, fish.”

Danny just closed his eyes at another brush of Jason’s thumb.

“Fish… I can’t say this won’t change how I think about you, because it feels like every time we meet you’re telling me things that shake me world view, but it’s not going to scare me away. Danny, you’re…,” Jason had to pause to swallow thickly. “You’re here. You saw me in a Pit Rage where I tried to scare you away and you’re still here. You’re here and… and you’re not flinching when I touch you.”

Bright aqua flashed as Danny’s eyes flicked open, intense in their severity. “I told you, I trust you.”

“Then trust that this won’t scare me away, just like I didn’t scare you away.”

Danny sighed and caught Jason’s hand. Instead of pulling it away, though, Danny just twined their fingers together and rested his cheek on them. “So, yeah. Ghost King.”

“Mostly,” Jason said, teasing a little. It worked to pull a slight smile out of Danny.

“Mostly. I can’t take the crown fully until I’m done living. As halfas we’re constantly in change and flux in a way that full ghosts aren’t. There are also some concerns the power that come with the trappings of royalty would be too much for my human half. So right now I’m seen as… too turbulent, basically, to be fully in charge. That means the monarchy is a regency under my council. I’m king in name, but I’m more of a princling right now.”

Jason nodded slowly, absorbing all of that information. It left him with a hundred questions: how did the ghost court work, who made up the council, what were the trappings? As with every conversation with Danny these days there were more questions than answers. He went for the one he felt the need to know most. “How were you chosen to be king?”

“Would you believe right of succession through combat?” Danny asked with a wounded smile.

“Fuck.”

“Yeah. Yeah, fuck about sums it up.” Danny said. “So I can hold my own. Even if you end up a really strong ghost, you’re not there yet. I don’t think you’re even strong enough right now to land a hit if I went intangible.”

“Right, intangible.” He’d forgotten that was a thing. “You went right through the door after—”

“Ghost stuff,” Danny cut Jason off. “I’ll teach you once your develops. Invisibility, intangibility, and flight are all really basic ghost stuff.”

“And then there’s the not so basic stuff like the core powers?”

“Mhum. And whatever else you might get. I picked up a lot of things from fighting my rogues.”

Jason jerked back in surprise. “Your what?”

“My rogues. That’s what you all call them here, right? The villains or nemesis or anti-heroes or whatever that fight the Bats.”

Danny had rogues. Jason closed his eyes and took a deep breath. If he hadn’t worn himself out already he would have been terrified of the green surging up. “Fish— Danny, are you a hero?”

“Officially retired,” Danny said. “Being King helped solve a lot of issues. And it turns out a lot of them just wanted to brawl so I’ve scheduled times for the ones not actually out to hurt any one. And I’ve destroyed the portal and most ghosts can’t make their own.”

“But you were a hero,” Jason choked out.

“Yep. The portal gave a way to get ghosts through and someone had to do something. My friend Sam convinced me of that— Jason, are you okay?”

Jason forced through a breath. “I’m fine, fish.”

That was a lie, but how could he explain it? How could he explain the knife that was twisted in his gut at the idea that Danny had died and been forced to become a hero. He couldn’t without revealing a lot of secrets that weren’t his to share.

“Just hate thinking of you in danger.”

“It’s— I’m fine. I mean, it sucked, a lot, but I’m fine. A lot of them weren’t that bad. Like Boxy’s whole thing is about wanting to amass boxes. He’s a nuance but not really a threat,” Danny rambled as he fiddled idly with Jason’s wrapped knuckles. “He’s really calmed down too since he married Lunch Lady who, yeah, went a little overboard with things but mostly just want’s to feed people. Their daughter Box Lunch is just the cutest little blob too.”

“Wait.” Jason squinted his eyes open at that. “Ghosts can have children? How does that even work?”

Danny grinned. “Well you see when one ghosts loves another ghost very much—”

“Fish.”

“Okay, sorry. I mean not sorry, your face was too great, but sorta sorry. Um, let’s talk ectoplasm and Ancients. It’s— all of it is a whole thing. Come one, I’ve got some candy in my bag we can open,” Danny said, dragging Jason back over to the couch.

Jason let himself be pushed down to sit and have his feet propped back up. Really, Jason just wanted to pull Danny close and make sure he was alright and go kick the ghost tails of whoever left scars on Danny, but this didn’t see to be the night for it. Right now, Danny wanted to look out for Jason, so he’d let him. There would be time for the other stories later— maybe once Jason could explain why it impacted him so much.

For right now there was candy to eat and ghost biology to learn about. Because apparently not every ghost was alive once— and wasn’t that, as Danny said, ‘a whole thing’.

“Are you sure that you’re okay to do this?” Danny asked. Again.

It had only been two days since Jason had come out of the Pit Rage. Danny had stayed through the night and most of the next day. Finishing ‘The Lizzie Bennet Diaries’ was the excuse (and it was pretty good for a ‘Pride and Prejudice’ adaptation), but Danny knew that Jason knew it was a weak excuse. Still, Jason let it slide and didn’t try to push Danny away again.

It was after a very late lunch that Danny made himself leave. He didn’t want to push his luck or make Jason feel trapped; he didn’t want to give Jason a reason to lash out like that again. As much as Danny understood that Jason was doing it out of fear and that Jason couldn’t seriously hurt him, it didn’t change the fact that Jason was a little terrifying in that moment. Worse than the spike of fear that had run through Danny was knowing that Jason was terrified of himself. And so to try and fix that they were walking in, substantially after hours, to a gym that Jason knew. Danny would prove to Jason that the other didn’t have to be afraid of hurting him.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the Mr. Wayne,” the brick house of a man who was tidying up behind a small reception desk quipped.

Wait. Wayne? Danny’s gaze flickered between the two.

Seriously?

“Fuck you for making me sound like a smarmy creep by saying this,” Jason shot back without any heat, “but Mr. Wayne is my father. Seriously, there’s one the Mr. Wayne and it sure as fuck will never be me. Tim and Damian can duke it out over the that title when the old man goes.”

Oh fuck, seriously a Wayne.

The brick house clutched a dramatic hand to his chest. “I don’t know man, you don’t write, you don’t call, whatsa man to think but you moved up in the world? Gotten too good for little ‘o Sal’s.”

“No one in your family was ever named Sal, Joel, so fuck off.”

Jason was a Wayne. Tucker could never get wind of this.

“That’s between you and me, bub.”

“And half the clientèle that’s known you since you were in diapers.”

“Eh— same diff,” Joel said, shoving a folder file into a gym bag. “Gym is all yours, Mandy’s already gone. Be sure to lock up after yourself and clean up any mess you make.”

“Will do, Joel. Thanks.”

“Sure, Jason,” Joel said, heading for the door. He turned around at the last moment and give them a smirk and a sloppy salute. “And no having sex on the mats!”

“Joel!”

Danny knew he was blushing, but he bet it wasn’t as bad as Jason’s bright red cheeks.

“I’d apologize for him, but that’s just the way he is. He’s good people though, let’s me use this place after hours so I can exercise in peace… why are you staring at me like that?

Danny made himself blink. “You’re Jason Wayne.”

Between Tucker’s love for technology, Sam’s connection to the rich elite, and Vlad’s jealous Danny knew more than he wanted to about the Waynes. Just apparently not actually enough.

A frown tugged at Jason’s mouth. “You still hadn’t put it together. Shit. I get that I’m not in the spotlight as much as Tim or even Damian but— will this, I mean…”

“Won’t change a thing,” Danny was quick to assure Jason. “One of my best friend’s family is rich and the guy who’s, like, technically my godfather is rich too. I’m just surprised? You don’t exactly—”

Danny paused, one hand frozen in waving reassuringly as the rest of what Danny knew about Jason Wayne snapped into place. “Oh, fuck. You really did die, didn’t you? I mean, duh, I know you died, but Jason Wayne really died. That’s what you meant about cover story when we first met. Ancients, I am such an idiot! No wonder you thought I’d know you.”

“It was kinda endearing that you didn’t,” Jason said with a little shrug. “And I’m not the most recognizable Wayne.”

Danny’s eyes flicked obviously up to the white tuft in Jason’s hair.

Jason just shrugged again.

How did he keep ending up knowing rich people. Was he just cursed somehow? “Right. Okay. Promise, this won’t change things. I just needed a moment to re-compartmentalize you.”

‘Re-compartmentalize’, Jason mouthed.

Danny just sighed. “Shut up, my sister is a shrink— shrink in training I guess. You live with her long enough and you pick up on things.”

“Okay, sure. Can we stretch while you re-compartmentalize my existence?” Jason teased as he locked the front door.

“Yes we can stretch, dead boy.” Danny had to pause again. “Um, is Gotham going to draw and quarter me for calling you dead boy?”

“Maybe, but don’t change,” Jason said, leading them into the gym proper. “It’s…”

“Good to have someone who doesn’t make a big deal out of your death?” Danny offered when Jason fell silent.

“Yeah.”

Danny got that. As thankful as he was for Sam, Tucker, and Jazz, none of them actually got how was best for him to deal with his death. Sometimes you needed to joke about it. “Your family knows then, that you really died?”

Jason nodded.

“How do they think you’re back?”

“It’s Gotham, fucked up shit happens,” Jason said. His voice caught in that way that Danny had come to learn meant Jason was struggling with the topic.

Danny let it drop. “Okay.”

He followed Jason through the stretches. He still didn’t really think he needed to stretch, but even Pandora insisted on them and she was dead, so he behaved and worked through the motions. It did, at least, work out some of the kinks from being hunched too long over his laptop and textbooks.

When Jason finally asked ‘how do you want to do this’, he sounded normal again and the last bit of tension Danny was holding drained away.

He answered with a smirk.

“Well,” Danny drawled. “I can’t show you all of what I do, since it would be too destructive. But I figure we just start sparing and I’ll ramp up until you get the point.

“And what aren’t you showing me?” Jason asked, shaking out his arms.

Danny paused, having to think about that. “Ghostly wail. Pyrokinesis, electrokinesis… though cryokinesis should be fine if I’m careful. None of the ghost ray or ectoblast stuff. No overshadowing… I don’t… I only do that if I don’t have any other choice.

“That’s… quite the list, fish,” Jason said. He looked a little startled when Danny glanced his way.

“It’s like I said,” Danny said. He was trying hard not to be nervous about this. “I’m strong. I wasn’t kidding when I said that. So, you know…”

Danny took a breath and let the rings of light wash over him. He didn’t need to say it any more, but ‘going ghost’ still ran through his head out of habit. He let gravity’s control slip away and floated just a few inches above the floor.

Another breath. He fixed his glowing green gaze on Jason. “Come at me.”

Jason lunged.

Danny flung up a shield, grinning as Jason’s punch bounced harmlessly off of it.

“Too scared to let me get close?”

Danny laughed. “You know what they say, the best offense is a good defense?”

“Other way around, actually,” Jason mocked. “Can you actually throw a punch.”

“Oh I can punch,” Danny said. The shield flickered away with a wave of his hand and a grin stretched over his face. He wiggled the fingers of his outstretched hand, green flickering around them. “But can you catch?”

The hand flicked sharply forward.

Jason had just a moment to look confused before he was ducking the weight that Danny had flung off of the rack from across the room.

Alright, so Jason could accept that maybe he underestimated Danny a little, but this was still manageable. Telekinesis and barriers were pretty standard powers. He dodged another dumbbell, rolling through the motion to spring up in range of Danny.

Or Dannies.

Because now there were three of them standing there, arms crossed, and smirking at him.

That was… well, it was a sight for sure.

Jason cleared his throat. “So, that’s quite a power you have. Illusions?”

“I don’t know,” the middle Danny said.

The one on the right shrugged. “Not a clue. What do you think?”

The way the left one grinned was feral. “I think he’ll need to figure that out.”

“Sounds good to me,” Jason said. He shifted a half step back— just far enough. He caught his toe under the bar of one of the dumbbells. As he kicked it up he twisted, catching the bar and continuing into his twist to fling it at the Danny on the left.

Who caught it.

Fuck.

“Oh, look at that,” the Danny said, studying the dumbbell before smirking up at Jason from under his bangs. “Guess we are solid after all.”

Well, fuck indeed.

The Danny on the right shifted, warping like a shimmering mirage. “And that’s not all we can do.”

The rippling became more intense before the duplicate’s whole form shifted. Suddenly a massive black and white wolf with glowing eyes leapt at Jason. He let himself fall, leaning into the drop only to push off and dart forward. He caught the dumbbell being thrown back his way and sent it towards the wolf.

He stepped low, pushing off the ground to dart towards the middle Danny— the Danny he was pretty sure was the real one.

Two steps in and suddenly he lost his footing, sliding on a now ice slick floor— forward and right through the intangible cold spot that was Danny’s body. Jason was barely past when Danny turned solid, grabbed Jason’s wrist, and twisted.

Jason was seeing the ceiling as he was flipped up and over Danny’s hip. His breath was knocked from his lungs as he landed hard on his back. He tried to push through the momentum, but Danny twisted faster. Knees landed on either side of Jason’s hips and hands wrapped around Jason’s wrists. Frigid cold spread through him as his hands were iced to the mat.

The other Dannies popped out of existence as the real one loomed further over Jason.

Jason swallowed heavily. “Well, I guess you do have some tricks up your sleeves.”

“Mmmhumm.” The smirk had somehow gotten even more feral.

“The more you show me, the more I’ll learn and the easier you get to fight.”

“Sure, dead boy,” Danny dismissed with a roll of his eyes. He shifted, settling to sit on Jason’s stomach. “But I think I still proved my point. And that’s without anything actually dangerous. If I wanted to down you, I could down you.”

“Think you managed to put me down pretty well tonight,” Jason rasped. He tried (and failed) to not think too hard about how Danny was sat on top of him like that.

Danny snorted. “You know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I do,” Jason said. “I still… I get it, but I still don’t know if I’ll… if I can have you around next time without panicking, but I get I can’t hurt you.”

“Okay. And my promise holds, I’ll leave if you tell me to. Just,” Danny leaned forward, resting his forehead against Jason’s with a soft thunk. “I just ask that you consider letting me stay, so that you don’t have to go through that alone. I just want you to try.”

“I’ll try. For you fish, I’ll try.”

“Okay.”

“Okay. Now let me up, I want to go another round.”

“Your funeral.” Danny rolled fluidly off Jason before he paused, smiling down at him. “Oh wait. Been there, done that, right?”

Jason couldn’t help the bark of laughter that ripped out of him.

He wasn’t sure he had ever laughed so soon after a Pit episode.

“Oracle,” Dick started, activating his comm when there was a lull in the chatter. Batman might not like the chatter, but even he knew there was no stopping it. Besides, the Big Bat wasn’t even on tonight— Brucie duty called. “Has Hood checked in tonight?”

“No, but you know that he still doesn’t always ping when he’s out.”

Dick hummed softly through a frown.

“What is it?” Tim asked.

“Just, it’s been a few days since I’ve heard anything about him being active.”

“That isn’t unusually,” Babs pointed out, ever the voice of reason.

“Yeah, sure. But he missed a meal with Red and me too.”

“That also isn’t unusual,” Tim pointed out.

Dick sighed. Why didn’t anyone get it. “But all together?”

At least the silence felt a little more considering than judging.

“I think I’ll just swing by his place real quick, get eyes on him,” Dick said, twisting midair to change the direction of his flight. He silenced his comms again from his side, letting Oracle lead the Bats and Birds where she needed them. It wasn’t a busy night, at least, so Dick didn’t feel bad about taking a sidestop to check on his little wing.

He wanted to think that it was nothing— that Red Hood had just been quiet or, less likely, Jason was just taking some time for himself, but something was bothering Dick. It wasn’t one solid thing that was making Dick nervous. The bathbomb thing had been weird, but apparently it had been a case of mistaken identity for a joke. Which was odd, but it was Crime Alley. Finding Jason sick had bothered Dick more than it should have, but the other recovered easily enough. It was just that also… Jason had seemed a little different.

It was a good different! Jason has been thinking about going back to school. He had even been meeting up with parts of the family more casually and often. Dick didn’t want to be concerned about things like that, but something in his gut told him there was more going on. And as a Bat trained Bird, he couldn’t ignore his gut.

He landed, silently, on the roof top across from Jason’s as he caught the other stepping into the building.

“Well,” Dick said, turning back on his mic once he had settled into the shadows. “Seems Jason went to the gym.”

“Like Hood isn’t swole enough,” Steph chimed in. There was a heavy grunt from her end of the comms. Guess she caught up with the robber.

“Nothing weird about training,” Tim said. “I believe that he’s said there’s some gym he uses after hours? And it is still early, Hood isn’t off the table for the night.”

“No, that’s true. I guess—” Dick froze, almost jolting out of the shadows in surprise at what he was seeing.

“Nightwing?” Babs demanded.

“Jason has someone with him.”

There was silence for a beat before the line erupted in overlapping voices.

“What the hell?” Dick murmured.

“What’s happening Nightwing?” Tim demanded; words clipped and anxious and loud enough to be heard over the others.

“The twink just took Jason down. Dropped him like it was nothing.”

“Get in ther—”

“No, no that’s— okay that’s pretty weird, but that’s not the weird part. Jason swept the guy’s legs out from under him right after. And now, just… he’s laughing. They both are. Jason just flicked the other guy off.”

The silence on the comm line was heavy.

“Confirm that Nightwing?” Babs asked as Dick watched Jason pry himself up off the floor. He must have said something because the other man dissolved into harder laughter, curling up on his side as he flicked Jason off right back.

“There’s a stranger in Jay’s place and Jay is laughing,” Dick repeated.

He tracked Jason as he moved to the door and picked up the messenger bag the other man had dropped. Jason rooted through it and pulled out a small kraft paper bag. He raised his brows at whatever it was. And then he did something that Dick didn’t know Jason was capable of anymore.

He smiled. It was soft.

“Guys, he’s… smiling. Like….” Dick gave up trying to explain it and snapped a still of it with the body cam to send through chat.

“Oh,” Babs whispered. “He looks… so happy.”

“I can’t get an I.D. on the guy. Just somewhere around Jason or Tim’s age best as I can tell. Black hair. Lean but he’s obviously got some muscles,” Dick said when he had gathered himself. The guy basically oozed off the floor and onto the couch. He was twisted to watch Jason, which left his back to Dick. “I think the other guy got him tea. Jason’s making it for them now.”

“Tea? Like, a present?” Steph asked.

“Yep.”

“Huh.” That was a dangerous sort of ‘huh’ to hear from Tim. That ‘huh’ had layers— dangerous layers.

“No, Red.”

“I didn’t say anything!” Tim defended at the same moment as Babs chimed in with, “He has a point.”

“Thank you, Oracle,” Tim said.

Steph snorted. “I thought you didn’t say anything.”

“Oh shu—”

“No,” Dick interrupted. He poured every bit of authority he had learned leading his own team into the word. “I mean, it: no. I’ll stop by tomorrow to visit him and see what I can learn but no hacking, no looking at his cams, no checks.”

“Nightwing—” Oracle started.

“No. Guys, I’m serious. When was the last time Jay had someone he was close to outside of work and family?”

The silence really said everything.

“Yeah, exactly. So we’re not going to do anything to fuck this up for him. Have I made myself clear?”

“Yeah, yeah, crystal, no need to be so fucking dramatic,” Steph said, cutting through the tension as easily as she always did. “We have enough of that in the family. ‘Have I made myself clear’— who do you think you are? A bat shaped furry?”

Tim groaned. “No, we are not getting into this debate again—”

Dick tuned out his family as he watched Jason settle down on the couch across from the stranger. He was still smiling.

No, Dick was no Bat, but he’d still look after his little wing.

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AN: HELLO MY DARLINGS it has been a long time since we’ve had fresh fish here- a month to be exact. But we are back. Danny really wanted to throw a lot at this chapter. Danny, bby, we weren’t supposed to go into the King thing yet. But here we are. Also, Jason cluing in about how much he likes Danny? Could it be?

If you asked to be tagged on a part older than 14 or 13, I’ve probably missed you and you can ask again, but PLEASE be sure you’re not already on the list. Also when the new post editor becomes the only option in a few weeks, expect to see tags coming from my side account clockwaysadmin to get around the issue of too many tags stops things from being postable. That also might break tags less, we’ll see!

Stay delightful, darlings!

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