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One big family Au! Kevin accidentally hurt Susan and is reminded of back when they were still in Playtime co⊠some bad memories came back to haunt him about it⊠(1/3?)
Kevin got a lot of stuffs on his mind! (2/3?)
Mama little sweetheart (3/3!)
And thatâs it! Hopefully you guys liked it đ I didnât expect this to blow up so Iâm sorry if the ending is anticlimacticâŠ
The Dan-Tastic Disaster
When the JL is stuck on babysitting duty until Danny shows up
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It started like any other Justice League meeting, with Batman brooding in the corner, Superman standing confidently at the head of the table, and Wonder Woman calmly preparing for the mission briefing. What none of them expected was to be dealing with a de-aged, ghostly child with the potential to end worlds.
"Are you sure this is safe?" Superman asked, glancing down at the toddler perched on the conference table, currently gnawing on a metal batarang like it was a teething ring.
"Safe?" Batman muttered, rubbing his temples. "No. Manageable? Hopefully."
Dan Phantomâor what was left of him in his current toddler formâlooked innocent enough at first glance. Bright green eyes, tiny fists gripping onto Batmanâs cape like a security blanket, a cute little tuft of white hair curling above his head. But the Justice League had been briefed on his true nature. He was Danny Phantomâs evil future self, de-aged through some cosmic mishap. And now, thanks to fate or terrible luck, they were babysitting.
"Up! Up!" Dan suddenly demanded, lifting his tiny hands towards Superman.
Superman, always the gentle giant, smiled softly. âOkay, little guy. LetâsâOW!â
The moment Superman picked him up, Dan burst into green flames, scorching Superman's red cape and singeing his hair. The Kryptonian tried to gently pat out the fire, but Dan just giggled mischievously and floated upwards, still burning, as Supermanâs cape disintegrated into ashes.
âIâll just⊠get another cape,â Superman mumbled, resigned.
Wonder Woman knelt down, observing the floating toddler with the curiosity of someone about to embark on an epic quest. âHe reminds me of the young warriors of Themyscira,â she said, a glimmer of fondness in her eyes. âStrong, brave, and full of fire.â Literally.
She offered him a soft smile. âLittle one, let me tell you a tale from my youth, of the Amazons and their triumph over the beasts of the land.â
Dan floated down toward her, his eyes glowing with interest for all of three seconds before he grabbed her lasso and swung from it like a child on a tire swing. "Wheeeeee!"
Wonder Woman blinked. âHe is⊠very enthusiastic.â
Meanwhile, Batman was in the corner, already furiously texting Danny Phantom on his encrypted Bat-phone. URGENT: Toddler version of evil future self setting things on fire. Please advise.
Dannyâs response pinged back almost immediately: Good luck! Donât let him touch anything sharp or made of explosives. Be there soon-ish.
Batman scowled at the "soon-ish." The last thing they needed was âsoon-ish.â They needed now.
"Uh, Bruce," Superman said, nervously eyeing Dan, who had now decided that the perfect place to hide was inside a control panel. "Heâs touching the lasers."
Batman swiveled around just in time to see the Watchtower's interior light up in bright neon green flashes. Every screen blinked with static, and the alarm system activated. Dan was just... pressing buttons. Randomly. While humming a tune and still floating lazily around, now wearing Wonder Womanâs tiara on his head.
"Dan," Batman said in the tone reserved for criminals, children, and now, apparently, demonic ghost toddlers. "Get out of there."
Dan paused, looking Batman straight in the eye, and gave the kind of evil grin only a future supervillain could pull off. He slammed his tiny fist into the panel, causing every door in the Watchtower to open and close in a chaotic frenzy. Somewhere, the coffee machine exploded.
âGreat Hera,â Wonder Woman murmured, eyeing the scene with wide-eyed awe. âHe is... relentless.â
âHeâs a menace,â Batman grumbled, already trying to recalibrate the systems on his wrist computer.
Superman, ever the optimist, decided to take a different approach. "Dan, how about we go play somewhere that isnât full of very important and dangerous equipment?"
Dan looked at Superman for a long moment, then reached out and ignited Supermanâs other cape. Superman sighed. âI donât know why I thought that would work.â
Before Batman could further escalate into his âsilent loomingâ tactic (which, thus far, had only led to Dan giggling and calling him âfunny bat manâ), Danny Phantom finally phased through the wall. He was panting, his hair tousled, clearly in a hurry.
âSorry! Sorry!â Danny said, hands up. âI had to deal with this whole thing with the Ghost Zone andâoh, wow. Heâs already set things on fire? That was fast.â
Batman gave him a look. The kind that promised revenge if Danny didnât take care of this immediately.
âOh yeah, heâs... a handful,â Danny said, scooping up the toddler, who immediately stopped causing chaos and instead tugged at Dannyâs hoodie. âI told Clockwork it was a bad idea to leave him with you guys, but you know how he is.â
Batman raised an eyebrow. âYouâre telling me Clockwork is responsible for this?â
âYeah,â Danny replied, casually flipping Dan upside down, which somehow made the toddler laugh instead of scream. âSaid it would âbuild characterâ or something. No idea what that means.â
Wonder Woman glanced between the now-quiet Dan and the previously-chaotic Watchtower, eyebrow raised. âAnd what, exactly, are we meant to learn from this?â
Danny shrugged, adjusting Dan like a backpack. âPatience? Endurance? Definitely not fire safety, though.â
Superman, cape now a pile of ash on the floor, simply chuckled. âWell, it was... eventful.â
âIâm just glad the Watchtower is still standing,â Batman muttered, already mentally drafting the report about the damage.
Danny grinned, patting Batman on the back. âYou did great! You didnât even let him explode anything. Thatâs a win in my book.â
As Danny started phasing through the walls with a happy toddler on his back, Wonder Woman watched them go, a soft smile on her face. âHe truly has a way with him, doesnât he?â
Superman nodded, glancing down at the remains of his cape. âYeah. But next time, heâs babysitting.â
Batman, deadpan as ever, just sighed. "There won't be a next time."
Monthly Phantom Check Up
Frostbite, Dannyâs overly enthusiastic yeti doctor, shows up at the Watchtower for a surprise check-up, and things get awkward fast.
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The Watchtower was in chaos. It wasnât a typical day of chaosâno alien invasions or time-traveling villainsâbut something far more uncomfortable. Frostbite, Danny Phantomâs towering Yeti doctor and self-proclaimed âMaster of Ghost Medicine,â had arrived unannounced. His massive, fur-covered frame loomed in the main meeting room as he carefully unpacked a series of glowing, intimidating medical instruments.
Superman leaned over to Wonder Woman, voice low. âIs this... normal?â
Wonder Womanâs brow furrowed in thought. âI donât think this falls under the usual protocol for supernatural beings.â
Across the room, Danny Phantom stood in all his half-dead gloryâor rather, slouched in defeat, wearing a hoodie that seemed far too large for his ghostly frame. He was clearly trying to shrink away from the entire situation, one pale hand covering his face in mortification.
âFrostbite,â Danny hissed in a hushed whisper, âyou couldnât have waited until we got back to the Ghost Zone?â
Frostbite beamed, oblivious to Dannyâs pleading. âNonsense, Great One! Your health is of utmost importance, and I detected a slight imbalance in your ectoplasmic core. It must be addressed immediately!â
Batman stood against the wall, eyes narrowing as he watched the scene unfold. âEctoplasmic core?â
Frostbite nodded solemnly as he began to prepare an absurdly long, glowing probe. âIndeed, Batman. The Great One is half-ghost, and thus, his core requires regular maintenance. There are many nuances to his biology that need tending to.â
Danny groaned. âOh, Ancients, kill me nowâŠâ
The Justice Leagueâgathered for what they thought was going to be a strategy meetingâcould only look on in awkward silence. Aquaman coughed and pretended to adjust his trident. Green Lantern pulled up a holographic projection of the solar system, which he stared at intensely despite not needing to. Flash, of course, was barely containing his laughter, lips twitching every time Frostbite said something ridiculous.
âNow,â Frostbite continued, holding up a glowing vial of something green and gooey, âthe first concern is the ectoplasm imbalance. Too much exposure to the Ghost Zone can cause buildup, which leads to... ah, letâs say, irregularities.â
Superman cleared his throat. âIrregularities?â
Frostbite nodded gravely. âYes. In the human digestive system, it might be compared to... indigestion. But in ghosts, it manifests as random phasing, ectoplasmic leakage, and occasional transformation into a much more terrifying version of oneself.â
Superman blinked. âThat sounds... worse than indigestion.â
âOh, much worse!â Frostbite said brightly, not catching the sarcasm. âEspecially during ghost puberty. Itâs when the ghostâs core is developing at its most volatile stage.â
Dannyâs entire face turned bright red. âFrostbite! Seriously?!â
âGhost... puberty?â Batman echoed, voice laced with what could only be described as grim fascination.
âIndeed!â Frostbite said, now fully in doctor mode. âThe Great One is well past that stage, but itâs important to note that ghost puberty can last several decades for some. Phantomâs transformations would have been wildly unpredictable for years, often triggered by emotional stress or large quantities of fast food.â
Flash actually lost it at that, letting out a snort and quickly covering his mouth. âSorry, sorry! Justâdid you say fast food?â
Danny rubbed his temples. âYes. I went through my âghost pubertyâ eating burgers and stressing about math tests. Can we move on?â
Frostbite chuckled warmly. âAh, yes. The human world does have its unique challenges for the Great One. Now, the next matterââ
âThereâs more?â Danny wailed, half considering flying straight through the floor and never coming back.
âOh, yes!â Frostbite said with far too much enthusiasm. He turned to the League. âHis dual nature also means his ghost half sometimes conflicts with his human immune system. Itâs a fascinating process! For example, Danny can phase through objects, but if he catches a human cold, it throws his phasing abilities off and he might accidentally phase into a wall and get stuck.â
The room went silent.
Batman stared at Danny. âYouâve... phased into a wall?â
Danny gritted his teeth, wishing for the sweet release of invisibility. âI was twelve, okay? And yes, I got stuck. It was fine.â
âMostly fine,â Frostbite corrected, waving around a spectral thermometer. âThere was that one time we had to extract you from a particularly thick brick wall in Amity Park. Took several hours.â
Wonder Woman, who had remained silent up until this point, exchanged a concerned glance with Superman. âIs this something we should... prepare for?â
Danny shot them both an exasperated look. âNo. Iâm not going to phase into the Watchtowerâs walls. Probably.â
âUnless his ectoplasmic levels are low,â Frostbite added cheerfully. âWhich is why this check-up is vital!â
As Frostbite pulled out what looked suspiciously like a ghost-themed blood pressure cuff, Danny gave up. âIâm going to dieâagain.â
Flash wiped away a tear of laughter, his shoulders still shaking. âThis is the best day of my life. I didnât know ghost puberty was a thing.â
âIâll send you my research papers,â Frostbite said kindly. âThereâs a great deal of fascinating biology involved!â
Danny, ignoring everyone, shot a glare at Batman, who was watching all this with far too much interest. âDonât even think about adding this to my file.â
Batman didnât respond, though his fingers twitched ever so slightly toward his utility belt.
Frostbite, oblivious to the ongoing awkwardness, finished prepping his tools. âNow, Great One, if you could just sit still. This next part involves extracting ectoplasmic residue from your poresââ
âIâm phasing through the floor,â Danny muttered, promptly sinking halfway through the Watchtowerâs pristine floor, only his head remaining visible. âSee you guys never.â
The Justice League stood in stunned silence as Frostbite packed away his tools with a serene smile.
âVery well,â Frostbite said. âIâll schedule the next check-up for next month. Goodbye, Justice League!â
And with that, the massive Yeti doctor vanished through a portal, leaving the League standing there, trying to make sense of what they had just witnessed.
Superman finally turned to Danny, whose head was still poking out of the floor.
âDanny... you okay?â
Danny didnât respond, choosing instead to fully disappear beneath the floor.
Flash wheezed. âI love that kid.â
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An alien race rallies before Earth, demanding to speak to Earth's "Protector". While all heroes are arguing about who, exactly, they are talking about, the aliens get impatient and broadcast an image of...Daniel Fenton.
Everyone is very confused.
The aliens are getting angry and impatient and not willing to answer questions. No one knows why they think Daniel Fenton is the "Protector of the Earth", except perhaps Daniel Fenton himself, who looks very embarrassed.
John Stewart picks him up and forces him to the WatchTower, so they can put an earpiece in his ear and instruct him on how to be a diplomat.
They have Fenton all set up, in front of the giant screen broadcasting his face to not only the aliens, but all of Earth.
Except.
The aliens are chattering amongst each other in their own language, and Fenton goes from looking nervous to looking pissed.
"Oh that's real fucking rich coming from a bitchass pussy that looks like three day old dog shit, come at me you stupid motherfu-"
Three things happen.
First, Flash snaps himself out of his stupor and slaps a hand over Fenton's mouth.
Second, Fenton's parents, who were waiting outside of the room, immediately start shouting at him about his language and how grounded he is.
Third, the aliens are bothering their translator, who is refusing to translate.
They have no idea how Fenton speaks the alien's language, and given that he's actually struggling and escaping bit by bit, clearly using powers they hadn't been aware of previously, they're starting to think it might be a Young Justice situation.
A teen hero capable of going to other planets, who somehow made one of them think he was Earth's Protector, and who's parents have no idea.
Shit.
Or; The aliens get their information about other planets through a very complicated process that, without them knowing, goes through the Infinite Realms for a hot second. This means when they looked up "Great Protector" they got the name Daniel Fenton. Because of the Yetis. Danny, who can understand all languages but currently only speaks English and Esperanto thanks to ghost powers, overhears the aliens talking mad shit about his mom right before negotiations are supposed to start. Danny reacts accordingly.
Dani is in a pickle.
She accidentally got the attention of a small GIW branch in the middle of nowhere, probably a prison or containment unit, and they hunted her straight into the town she managed to find.
They also used their weapons on her. Their weapons...tuned for Danny. Her template.
Dani is down an arm and a leg, powers on the fritz because of the weapons they shot her with, sprawled in the middle of the road while horrified onlookers scream, with the GIW agents bearing down on her.
She closes her eyes and braces, and hopes it's at least less painful than melting. The adrenaline has already numbed the pain of losing two limbs, and she's grateful for that, but she's not sure it'll be enough to stand up to...well. Getting shot over and over again.
But nothing happens.
The screams slowly die down, and a hush falls over the area. The air itself seems to go still
She peeks open her eyes, and the GIW agents are still and tense, staring at something behind her. The people on the street still look scared, but now they look scared in a different way.
It's a struggle, but she manages to turn her head to see what stopped the GIW in it's tracks.
She's expecting Danny, or one of his rogues. Maybe even Vlad, in her wildest dreams.
What stands behind her, though, is none of them.
There are four people, all wearing similar outfits, not saying a word as they stare down the GIW with red hot glowing eyes.
She thinks she recognizes some of them, but the blood-loss is catching up.
The last thing she thinks before she passes out is that she really, really hopes she didn't hallucinate being saved by the Supergirl, cuz that would be really cool.
Or: Clark, Lois, Jon, Kon, Kara, Ma-basically everyone, immediately family or no, is in Smallville for a cookout. Then the screams in town start up. What the Supers see is a young girl gunned down in the road with government agents moving in, unable to save herself. She's clearly not human, if her green-tinted blood has anything to say about that, and the government agents were speaking to each other like she didn't have any rights. They were talking about experimentation. About removing her other limbs so she couldn't fight back. And. Well. Clark, Jon, Kara, and Kon might be, just a little bit, pissed off.
Oh, Itâs On!
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Ensue the prank warâŠ
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It all started with a simple question posed by Dick as he lounged on the Batcaveâs most uncomfortable piece of furniture, which he affectionately called "the Bat-Stone."
âSo, has anyone actually tested the limits of Dannyâs ghost powers?â
Tim looked up from his laptop, always the first to take a bait. âYou mean, besides the constant intangible phase he does to avoid Damianâs batarangs?â
Stephanie, who was tending to her bo-staff but was actually poking Cass with the end of itâgrinned. âIâm in. If nothing else, weâll get some decent entertainment. Better than watching Bruce brood in the dark.â
Cass, normally the least likely to engage in such activities, simply tilted her head with a curious look that might have been interpreted as a quiet agreement. She might not speak often, but Cass had developed a taste for subtle chaos.
Jason cracked his knuckles with a smirk. âSounds like a good way to pass the time. And besides, Iâm bored.â
Danny, floating into the room with a glow of mild suspicion, was not as oblivious as they might have hoped. âYou guys arenât planning anything, are you?â
Dick waved a hand dismissively. âUs? Plan something? Come on, Danny, weâre innocent.â
Danny gave him a deadpan stare. âThatâs literally the opposite of what you are.â
The challenge was set, and everyone knew it. But Danny, being the ghostly trickster he was, didnât wait to be pranked first. He struck with precision.
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The first inkling that things were amiss came when the Batmobiles began moving on their own. Jason was the first to notice, his usual vehicleâa sleek, red tank of a motorcycleâhad rolled up to him as if it were a loyal dog wanting to go for a walk.
âAlright, whoâs messing with my ride?â Jason demanded, but the vehicle simply honked twice in response, the sound oddly cheerful.
âItâs not me!â Tim called from across the cave, where his own ride had begun circling him like a shark. âI swear, Iâm not touching anything!â
Danny floated nearby, feigning innocence with an expression that screamed, I totally did this. âYou sure your cars arenât just excited to see you?â
Jason narrowed his eyes. âThis is war, ghost boy.â
---
The Batcave, typically a place of stoic professionalism, had devolved into a battleground of pranks. Stephanie had rigged Dannyâs usual hangout spot with a pop-up scarecrow (it looked suspiciously like Scarecrow, but with a clown wig) that would jump out at him whenever he tried to sit down.
The trap backfired spectacularly when Danny phased through the seat, sending the scarecrow careening into Cass, who simply caught it midair with one hand and set it down gently. Without saying a word, she gave Stephanie a look that said, âNice try, but no.â
âOkay, point to Danny,â Stephanie conceded, wiping away tears of laughter.
In retaliation, Danny decided to step up his game. The next morning, Alfred calmly entered the Batcave with a tray of tea, his hair glowing an eternal green. Not a word about the change, not even a glance in the mirrorâAlfred was far too professional for that.
Bruce, however, did notice. âAlfred, did you do something... different with your hair?â
Alfred, ever unflappable, set down the tea tray. âJust trying out a new look, Master Wayne. I believe itâs quite... refreshing.â
Bruce nodded slowly, not entirely sure if Alfred was joking. âItâs very... unique.â
Danny had to leave the room, barely containing his laughter. The dry humor had struck a chord, even with the ghost kid.
---
As the prank war escalated, it became harder to tell who was pranking who. Jason found his helmet filled with ectoplasm, while Timâs gadgets began mysteriously glitching out, causing them to display random memes whenever he tried to access files.
Stephanie set up a system of water balloons throughout the cave, each strategically placed to drench whoever activated the trap. The grand finale was a large balloon precariously perched above the entrance, ready to douse the first unlucky victim.
Unfortunately for Damian, who had been staunchly standing next to Bruce to avoid any involvement in the chaos, his loyalty did not save him.
âI am not a part of this, Father,â Damian declared, stepping slightly closer to Bruce.
A soft âclickâ echoed in the cave, followed by a loud splash as the massive water balloon above exploded, soaking Damian from head to toe.
Bruce sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. âDamian, I thought you said you werenât part of this.â
âI am not!â Damian insisted, dripping onto the Batcave floor. He glared at the ceiling as if it had personally offended him. âThis was not intended for me.â
Danny appeared next to him, intangible and dry. âI guess the water balloon had other plans.â
Jason, Tim, Stephanie, and Dick burst into laughter, while Cass allowed herself a rare smile. Even Bruce couldnât hold back the faintest twitch of his lips.
---
The chaos continued throughout the day, culminating in a final showdown where Dannyânow fully embracing his role as master pranksterâmade every Bat-Suit in the Batcave walk out of their cases and perform the âMichael Jacksonâs Thrillerâ dance.
Bruce had walked in just in time to see his most serious suit do the moonwalk.
âThatâs it,â Bruce declared, finally done with the madness. âNo more pranks in the Batcave.â
But as he said it, his own suitâs visor flipped up to reveal a pair of glowing green eyes that winked at him before going dark.
Dannyâs laugh echoed through the cave. âYouâre gonna have to catch me first, Bats!â
Bruce sighed again, mentally preparing himself for the next round. It seemed that in the Batcave, chaos would always have a ghostly signature.
Ghostly Heir or Batty Custody?
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The Justice League Watchtower was an advanced piece of technology, housing the worldâs greatest heroes. But even in a place dedicated to protecting the Earth, some things were simply unavoidableâlike gossip.
It had started innocently enough, as these things often do. Superman, having just returned from Gotham, was discussing the latest developments in the Batcave with Wonder Woman over a cup of coffee. The conversation was meant to be private, but when you have people like the Flash who can be in and out of a room before anyone notices, privacy is a relative term.
âSo, Batman has another kid?â Superman had said, trying to keep his voice neutral.
Wonder Woman raised an eyebrow. âAnother one? Are we running a daycare now?â
Superman shrugged. âNot sure. But heâs different from the others. White hair, glows a little. Bruce is being⊠secretive.â
âBruce is always secretive,â Wonder Woman pointed out.
âYeah, but this one seemsââ Supermanâs words were cut off as the Flash zoomed by, pretending to be busy with something else. The two superhumans exchanged a glance but said nothing more, knowing that once the speedster got wind of something, the whole League would know within the hour.
And they did.
Back in Gotham, Bruce Wayneâbetter known as Batmanâwas oblivious to the brewing storm. He sat in the Batcave, going over the latest reports on Gothamâs criminal activity with his usual intensity. Beside him, a ghostly figure floated lazily, occasionally glancing at the screens with mild interest.
Danny Fentonâknown to most as Danny Phantomâhad been in Gotham for a few weeks now, lying low while he figured out how to deal with some supernatural issues back in Amity Park. Clockwork had suggested Gotham as a good place to lay low, citing the cityâs reputation for attracting all sorts of weirdos. Besides, Clockwork had argued, Batman wouldnât care as long as Danny didnât cause trouble.
And for the most part, Danny hadnât. Heâd stayed out of Gothamâs wayward criminal elements, kept his ghostly powers under wraps, and only occasionally wandered the streets at night to stretch his legs (or float, as it were).
Of course, he hadnât counted on the Bat Family.
Damian had challenged him to a duel within minutes of their first meeting, insisting that he prove himself worthy of staying in the Batcave. Danny had countered by turning intangible and letting Damian tire himself out, which only seemed to frustrate the young Robin more.
Tim had interrogated him about the nature of ectoplasm and ghost powers, scribbling notes furiously as Danny tried his best to explain without giving too much away.
Jason had simply grunted, muttering something about âanother bratâ before disappearing on his motorcycle, while Dick had been the only one to offer a somewhat normal welcome.
âYouâre like, what, the seventh kid Bruce has taken in?â Dick had said, clapping Danny on the back. âDonât worry, youâll get used to it.â
âIâm not staying here permanently,â Danny had replied, but Dick had just laughed, as if Dannyâs words were the punchline to a joke only he understood.
Things had been relatively quiet since thenâuntil now.
It started as a low hum, a barely noticeable vibration in the air. Alfred, the ever-watchful butler, was the first to notice something amiss.
âMaster Wayne,â Alfred said calmly, setting down the tray of tea heâd just brought in. âWe appear to have⊠company.â
Bruce looked up from the Batcomputer, his eyes narrowing as the hum grew louder, evolving into a low rumble that seemed to shake the very foundations of the Batcave. Danny, who had been floating upside down, lazily spinning in midair, suddenly snapped to attention.
âPlease tell me thatâs not what I think it is,â Danny muttered, his expression turning from bored to annoyed in seconds.
âIâm afraid I cannot,â Alfred replied, his tone as even as ever, despite the growing disturbance.
The rumble turned into a roar, and suddenly, with a burst of green light, a swirling portal opened up in the middle of the Batcave. The vortex crackled with energy, and from it stepped a towering figure clad in ghostly armor, a crown of ectoplasmic fire atop his head.
Pariah Dark, the Ghost King, had arrived.
âBATMAN!â Pariahâs voice boomed through the cave, rattling the glass cases that held the old Robin suits. âI, Pariah Dark, King of the Infinite Realms, have come to challenge you for the custody of my heir!â
There was a moment of silence as the words hung in the air. Danny facepalmed, groaning audibly. âThis is not happening.â
Bruce, for his part, remained as stoic as ever, though his eyes narrowed as he assessed the situation. âYour heir?â
âYes, my heir!â Pariah bellowed, his eyes glowing with ectoplasmic energy. âThe boy you have taken into your care! I will not allow thisâthis mortal to usurp my claim!â
Bruceâs gaze flicked to Danny, who looked thoroughly unamused. âIs there something you forgot to mention?â
âOh, come on!â Danny threw his hands up in frustration. âThis isnât what it looks like! Iâm not his heir, and Iâm definitely not up for custody!â
Pariah seemed undeterred by Dannyâs protests. âYou defeated me in battle, boy. By the laws of the Infinite Realms, that makes you my heir! And now this Bat-creature seeks to claim you as his own! I will not stand for it!â
Bruceâs expression remained impassive. âIâm not trying to claim him.â
âSee?â Danny gestured to Bruce. âTotally not trying to claim me. So you can just go back to the Ghost Zone, Pariah. No custody battle needed.â
Pariahâs eyes narrowed, his fiery crown flaring. âThe only way to resolve this is through combat! Batman, I challenge you to a duel for the boy!â
Bruce glanced at the portal, calculating the odds. âAnd if I refuse?â
âThen I will take the boy by force!â Pariah declared, raising his massive sword, which seemed to materialize out of thin air, crackling with ectoplasmic energy.
Danny floated down between the two, trying to keep the peace. âGuys, letâs just calm down. No need for a duel. Iâm fine. No oneâs taking anyone by force.â
Pariah looked down at Danny, his expression a mix of paternal concern and royal indignation. âDo not worry, my heir. I will defend your honor.â
Danny groaned again. âI donât need my honor defended. I need you to stop making this weird.â
Before Danny could protest further, Bruce stepped forward, his voice as calm as ever. âVery well. A duel, then.â
âSeriously?â Danny looked at Bruce, incredulous. âYouâre just going to agree to this?â
âIf it ends the situation quickly, yes,â Bruce replied, his tone as dry as ever. âThis isnât the first time Iâve dealt with an overprotective guardian.â
Pariah raised his sword, clearly satisfied with the outcome. âPrepare yourself, mortal! I will not hold back!â
âHold on, hold on!â Danny zipped between them again, clearly exasperated. âWe donât need to do this! Pariah, go back to the Ghost Zone. Batman, you donât have to fight him.â
Pariah looked genuinely perplexed. âBut⊠the honor of the Infinite Realms demands it.â
âNo, it doesnât!â Danny insisted. âThe Infinite Realms donât care about some weird custody battle! Besides, Iâm not a kid, and Iâm not staying here permanently! Iâm just crashing for a bit!â
Pariah frowned, lowering his sword slightly. âYou⊠are not staying?â
âNo!â Danny said, exasperated. âIâm not staying! Iâm not your heir! Iâm just Danny, okay?â
The Ghost King looked around, as if trying to process this information. âBut⊠you are under his care. It was reported by reliable sources.â
âReliable sources?â Danny echoed. âWho told you that?â
Pariah seemed to hesitate for the first time. âA rather talkative sorcerer in a trench coat. He mentioned it while muttering about âbloody batsâ and âundead nuisances.ââ
Danny blinked, realization dawning. âConstantine. Of course.â
Bruceâs expression remained unchanged, though there was a faint glimmer of irritation in his eyes. âThis⊠Constantine has been spreading rumors?â
Danny sighed heavily, feeling more tired by the minute. âLook, can we just forget this whole thing happened? Pariah, you go back to ruling the Ghost Zone. Iâll handle Constantine. And Batman, you can go back to doing⊠whatever it is you do.â
Pariah Dark seemed to mull this over for a moment before finally lowering his sword completely. âVery well. But know this, boyâif ever you require my assistance, you have but to call.â
âSure, sure,â Danny muttered. âIâll keep that in mind.â
With one last, dramatic sweep of his cape, Pariah Dark stepped back into the swirling green portal, which closed behind him with a final, ominous crackle.
For a moment, the Batcave was silent. Then Danny turned to Bruce, looking both sheepish and annoyed. âSo⊠I guess I should have warned you about that.â
Bruce simply nodded, his expression as unreadable as ever. âNext time, try to keep your interdimensional family disputes to a minimum.â
âIâll do my best,â Danny promised, floating back toward the Batcomputer. âBut with my luck, thatâs not gonna be easy.â
âLuck has nothing to do with it,â Bruce replied dryly, already turning back to his work. âAnd tell Constantine to keep his mouth shut.â
âYeah, good luck with that,â Danny muttered, rubbing the back of his neck as he floated back to his usual spot, thinking about the supernatural messes that seemed to follow him wherever he went.
As the Batcave returned to its usual state of brooding silence, Danny couldnât help but think that maybe, just maybe, Gotham wasnât the best place to lay low after all. But with the alternative being another encounter with Pariah, he figured the Batcave wasnât so badâat least, not until the next interdimensional incident.
Prompt #3
Danny is Thanatos au
Danny's been alive for years now, millennia even. Well, not fully alive but you get the point. He's met many gods and demigods, and other Greek creatures.
So when Hades comes to him with a moody teenager, he can't help but sigh. Of course, now he's a babysitter. At least he gets to mess with these demigod camps.
Nico is very confused on why his dad dumped him with the god of death, but at least he gets to prank the others.
(ships, headcanons, and whatnot are up to you! Preferably taking place between/in Percy Jackson and the Olympians and Heroes of Olympus)
(I would also love to see mentions of other mythology series Rick has done, like Kane Chronicles)
Deathâs Apprentice
Chapter 1: The Eternal Babysitter
Death wasnât as glamorous as people liked to think. Sure, there were perksâimmortality, some really cool powers, and the ability to literally scare the pants off peopleâbut there were downsides too. Like the paperwork. Oh gods, the paperwork.
Danny, also known as Thanatos, God of Death, sighed as he signed another parchment with a flourish, the quill pen scratching against the ancient scroll. He was in his usual spotâa small, dimly lit office in the Underworld. The walls were lined with shelves overflowing with scrolls and ancient tomes, all meticulously organized (well, mostly). A large hourglass sat on his desk, sand trickling down in an endless cycle, a constant reminder of the passage of time.
Danny had been at this for millennia, ever since his untimely death back in Amity Park. Becoming the god of death hadnât exactly been in his plans, but then again, neither had dying in the first place. But here he was, centuries later, still doing his job, ferrying souls to the afterlife, keeping the balance, and dealing with gods and mortals alike.
He leaned back in his chair, his ethereal, star-flecked hair shifting as he stretched. It had been a quiet dayâno major disasters, no mass deathsâjust the usual trickle of souls making their way to the Underworld. He was just about to relax when a familiar presence made the air around him tingle with power.
âDanny.â
He groaned internally before opening his eyes to see Hades, Lord of the Underworld, standing in his doorway. Hades looked as grim as ever, his dark robes billowing around him like shadows given form. But there was something different todayâsomething that made Danny immediately wary.
âHades,â Danny greeted with a nod. âWhat brings you to my humble abode?â
Hades stepped inside, his expression as unreadable as ever. But it was the figure standing behind him that caught Dannyâs attention. A teenage boy, no older than fifteen or sixteen, with dark hair and eyes that seemed far too old for his young face. The kid was dressed in blackâof courseâwith a Stygian iron sword strapped to his side and a scowl that could rival even Dannyâs on a bad day.
âDanny,â Hades began, his voice as grave as ever, âI have a favor to ask.â
Danny raised an eyebrow, leaning forward with interest. âA favor? From me? This should be good.â
Hades didnât react to the sarcasm, simply gesturing to the boy. âThis is my son, Nico di Angelo. I need you to look after him for a while.â
Danny blinked, his mind momentarily blank. âYou⊠want me to babysit?â
Nico bristled at the term, his scowl deepening. âI donât need a babysitter,â he muttered, crossing his arms over his chest.
Hades ignored his sonâs protest, focusing entirely on Danny. âNico is⊠struggling with certain aspects of his powers. I believe your experience could be beneficial to him.â
Danny stared at Hades, then at Nico, and back to Hades. âYou want me, the god of death, to play mentor to your son?â
Hades gave a single, solemn nod. âYes.â
For a moment, Danny was speechless. Heâd dealt with a lot of strange requests over the millennia, but this one took the cake. He looked at Nico again, the kid glaring at him with all the intensity of a brooding teenager who just found out his dad volunteered him for summer camp.
âLook,â Danny started, rubbing the back of his neck, âIâm not exactly the nurturing type. Are you sure this is a good idea?â
Hadesâ expression softenedâjust a fraction. âDanny, youâve been through more than most gods can even imagine. You know what itâs like to struggle with power you never asked for. Nico needs someone who understands that.â
Dannyâs initial resistance faltered at that. It was trueâhe had spent centuries coming to terms with his powers, his responsibilities, and everything that came with being a god. If anyone could help Nico, it might be him.
âFine,â Danny sighed, finally relenting. âBut donât blame me if he ends up more messed up than he already is.â
Nicoâs eyes flashed with irritation, but he said nothing, clearly resigned to his fate.
âThank you, Danny,â Hades said with a rare note of gratitude in his voice. He turned to Nico, placing a hand on his shoulder. âListen to him. Heâll teach you what you need to know.â
Nico gave a stiff nod, his gaze still fixed on the floor. Hades lingered for a moment longer before turning and leaving the office, his form dissolving into shadow as he vanished.
Danny and Nico were left alone, the silence stretching between them like the River Styx. Finally, Danny stood up, clapping his hands together in mock enthusiasm. âAlright, kid. Welcome to Death 101. First lessonâdonât annoy me, and I wonât send you on an express trip to the Fields of Punishment.â
Nico shot him a glare, but there was a flicker of something else in his eyesâcuriosity, maybe, or at least a grudging acceptance of his situation. âFine,â he muttered. âBut I donât need a teacher.â
Danny smirked, crossing his arms. âOh, youâre gonna love this then. Come on, letâs start with something simpleâlike how to prank the other demigods.â
Nico looked up, surprised. âPrank?â
Dannyâs grin widened. âYep. If youâre stuck with me, weâre gonna have some fun. Besides, itâs about time someone shook things up at those demigod camps.â
For the first time since they met, Nicoâs expression softened, just a little. âAlright,â he said, almost smiling. âWhatâs the plan?â
Danny couldnât help but feel a little proud. Maybe this wouldnât be so bad after all. He had millennia of experience and a new apprentice who clearly needed to lighten up.
âLetâs go give those campers a taste of what itâs like to mess with the god of death,â Danny said with a wink.
Nico, still uncertain but intrigued, nodded. âLead the way.â
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Camp Half-Blood was as lively as ever, with demigods running drills, sword-fighting, and generally trying to avoid getting hit by the latest monster of the week. The camp had seen its fair share of chaos, but nothing quite like what was about to hit them.
Danny and Nico stood at the edge of the camp, hidden from view by a cluster of trees. Nico looked out at the campers, his expression caught between annoyance and something else, something that looked suspiciously like hope.
âSo,â Nico asked, trying to sound nonchalant, âwhatâs the plan?â
Danny grinned, pulling a handful of small, glowing orbs from his pocket. âGhost orbs. Theyâre harmless, but they make anyone who touches them temporarily intangible. Imagine the confusion when someone tries to pick up their sword, and it goes right through their hand.â
Nicoâs eyes widened slightly, a spark of mischief igniting in their depths. âYouâve done this before?â
Danny shrugged. âMaybe once or twice. Or a hundred times. But whoâs counting?â
Nico took one of the orbs, examining it closely. âAnd this is supposed to help me⊠how?â
âBy reminding you that you donât always have to be so serious,â Danny replied, giving him a gentle nudge. âYouâve got a lot of power, kid. Learning to have fun with it is just as important as learning to control it.â
Nico hesitated, but then, with a small smirk that was almost identical to Dannyâs, he nodded. âAlright. Letâs do it.â
The two of them made their way through the camp, Danny leading the way with the skill of a seasoned prankster. They dropped ghost orbs in strategic locations, under weapons, in the mess hall, and even in the Ares cabin, where the campers were sure to try to spar with each other at some point.
It wasnât long before the chaos started. Swords clattered to the ground as campers tried to pick them up, only for their hands to pass right through. One unlucky demigod tried to take a bite of his lunch and ended up with a face full of mashed potatoes as his fork became intangible. The Ares cabin erupted in shouts of confusion and anger as their weapons betrayed them, causing more than a few accidental trips and falls.
Nico watched it all unfold, his dark eyes shining with a mix of amusement and something lighter, something that hadnât been there in a long time. He turned to Danny, who was watching the scene with a proud grin.
âOkay,â Nico admitted, âthat was kind of fun.â
Danny laughed, clapping him on the back. âSee? Thereâs more to being the son of Hades than gloom and doom. Stick with me, and Iâll show you all the tricks of the trade.â
Nico still looked a bit uncertain, but the tension that had been wound so tightly around him since they met seemed to be easing. He wasnât smiling, not fully, but there was a new lightness to him that hadnât been there before.
âThanks,â Nico said after a moment, his voice softer, more sincere.
âAnytime, kid,â Danny replied, genuinely. âNow, how about we teach you some real ghost powers?â
Nicoâs eyes lit up with interest.
As Danny and Nico started to head deeper into the camp, their mischievous work already causing chaos among the campers, the inevitable confrontation arrived sooner than expected.
Clarisse La Rue, daughter of Ares and all-around no-nonsense demigod, came storming towards them with a look that promised pain. She had just witnessed one of her cabin members attempt to pick up their sword only for it to phase right through their hands. Her patience, already thin, was practically non-existent at this point.
âAlright, di Angelo!â Clarisse barked, stomping up to them with her usual aggressive swagger. âWhat the Hades is going on here? And whoâs thisââ She paused, taking in Dannyâs otherworldly appearance, from his star-flecked hair to his effortless, glowing aura. She squinted, her eyes narrowing in judgment. ââtwink?â
There was a moment of silence, during which Nico looked like he was torn between laughing and hiding. Danny, on the other hand, blinked rapidly, trying to process what heâd just heard.
âExcuse me!?â Danny finally spluttered, looking utterly affronted. He glanced at Nico, who was now biting his lip to keep from laughing out loud. âDid she justâdid you just call me a twink?â
Clarisse, completely unfazed, crossed her arms. âYeah. What of it? You got a problem with that, sparkles?â
Dannyâs jaw dropped, and he put his hands on his hips, now fully embracing the melodrama of the situation. âListen here, Miss Muscle-Bound,â he started, âI am the god of death, not some sparkling sidekick in a bad vampire movie!â
Nico couldnât hold it in anymore. He burst out laughing, doubling over as the tension drained out of him. This was too good. The god of death, his babysitterâmentor, whateverâwas being called a twink by Clarisse of all people.
Clarisse, meanwhile, looked unimpressed. âGod of death, huh?â She raised an eyebrow skeptically. âYou donât exactly look the part. Shouldnât you be more⊠I dunno, terrifying? Instead of looking like you walked out of a galaxy-themed boy band?â
Dannyâs eyes narrowed, and the temperature around them seemed to drop a few degrees. âOh, I can be terrifying, sweetheart. Just ask any of the souls Iâve ferried to the Underworld. But for now,â he added with a smirk, âIâm trying something newâlike making your life just a little bit more interesting.â
Clarisse rolled her eyes. âGreat. Just what we needed. Another prankster.â She turned her glare on Nico. âAnd youâso youâre working with him now?â
Nico finally managed to catch his breath, still chuckling. âYep. Hades thought it would be good for me to, uh, broaden my horizons.â
âMore like broaden your sense of humor,â Danny muttered, still bristling slightly from the âtwinkâ comment. âWhich, by the way, I have in spades.â
Clarisse shook her head, clearly debating whether or not to punch one or both of them. âWhatever. Just donât let your âbroadening horizonsâ get in the way of my training sessions. Got it?â
Danny gave her a mock salute, his smirk returning. âYes, maâam. Wouldnât dream of it.â
Clarisse grunted, turning on her heel and marching back toward her cabin, muttering something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like, âTwinks and sparkles, gods save us.â
As she walked away, Nico looked at Danny, who was still grinning, albeit with a bit of exasperation. âYou handled that well,â Nico said, trying to keep a straight face.
Danny huffed, running a hand through his starry hair. âIâll have you know, Iâve dealt with worse. But stillââtwinkâ? Really?â
Nico snickered. âSheâs not wrong. You do kinda have that whole âethereal pretty boyâ thing going on.â
Danny shot him a look. âYouâre lucky I like you, di Angelo. Otherwise, Iâd drop you in the middle of Tartarus for that comment.â
Nico just grinned, feeling more at ease than he had in a long time. Maybe having Danny around was going to be fun after all.
As they continued their walk, the chaos around Camp Half-Blood persisted, with demigods still trying to figure out why their weapons were turning intangible. Danny, now slightly mollified after his âtwinkâ ordeal, glanced at Nico.
âAlright, kid,â he said, a mischievous glint in his eye. âLetâs go see how much more chaos we can cause. Iâve got a few more tricks up my sleeve, and I think itâs time the rest of these campers got to know me a little better.â
Nico nodded, unable to suppress the grin on his face. âLead the way, mentor.â
And with that, the god of death and his apprentice set off on their next adventure, leaving a trail of confusion, pranks, and yes, sparkles, in their wake.

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The Angelsâ Arrival (DP x DC)
HELP- my mind is stuck on that one Doctor Who episode.
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The world wasnât prepared for the invasion. There were no flashing lights, no grand declarations of war, no screams. The Weeping Angels came silently, as they always did. Ancient statues with stone wings and cold, lifeless eyes, they appeared across the globe seemingly overnight. People vanished without a trace, entire towns became ghostly echoes of their former selves, and the Leagueâs response teams were stretched thin.
Zatanna, Hawkman, and Green Arrow were the first to investigate a particularly worrisome case in a small Midwestern town. The townâs residents had simply⊠vanished. The Angels had come, and no one knew how to stop them. And the worst part? They fed on time energyâsomething that wasnât in short supply in a universe full of time-travelers and temporal anomalies.
This wasnât just an invasionâit was a feast.
The trio landed in the center of the town, their eyes scanning the eerie silence around them. There was no sound, no movement. The air was thick with the stench of time itself being devoured, leaving a residual feeling of decay and stillness.
âWhere is everyone?â Hawkman asked, his wings rustling uneasily as he scanned the area with his enhanced vision.
âSomethingâs wrong,â Zatanna murmured, her breath fogging in the cold, lifeless air. âItâs too quiet⊠too still. Magicâs all wrong here.â
Green Arrow was already on edge, his bow at the ready. This wasnât the kind of fight he was used to, but his instincts screamed danger. âI donât like this. Itâs like the whole townâs been put on pause.â
As they moved cautiously through the empty streets, they came upon statuesâso many statues. Each one a Weeping Angel, frozen in various poses of despair and malice, their hands covering their faces. But the trio knew better than to take their eyes off them.
âTheyâre watching us,â Hawkman muttered, keeping a vigilant eye on the statues.
Zatanna nodded, her fingers twitching as she prepared a defensive spell. âThey move when you donât see them. Donât blink.â
âNot planning on it,â Green Arrow replied, his eyes narrowing as he heard a faint noiseâsomething like stone grinding against stone. âWe need to keep moving.â
Hours passed as they combed through the town, finding no sign of life, not even a trace of the vanished citizens. But they were aware, always aware, that the Angels were closing in on them. Time was running out.
Finally, they reached the townâs center, where an ominous cluster of Angels stood, arranged as if they were frozen mid-pursuit. It was there that the League lost contact.
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Back in the Watchtower, the rest of the League waited anxiously. It had been hours since they last heard from their team. Batman paced the control room, his usual calm demeanor cracking with frustration.
âThey should have reported back by now,â Wonder Woman said, her voice tight with concern.
âPerhaps theyâre just being cautious,â Martian Manhunter offered, though his tone suggested he wasnât entirely convinced.
John Constantine, who had been brought in for his expertise in the occult, watched the screen with a furrowed brow. âThis isnât good,â he muttered to himself.
Finally, the communicator crackled to life. Batman immediately hit the console. âGreen Arrow, report. Whatâs your status?â
There was a moment of static before Green Arrowâs voice came through, sounding oddly distant. âEveryone is dead, over.â
The words sent a chill through the room. The League members exchanged alarmed glances, their hearts sinking.
âWhere are you now?â Batman demanded, his voice harsh with urgency.
âIâm on my way up to you, sir,â Green Arrowâs voice responded, though there was something off about his toneâsomething cold.
Constantineâs eyes narrowed. âWell done, Arrow, but⊠what did the Angels do to them?â
The silence that followed was deafening. Then Green Arrowâs voice crackled back through the comms, flat and unfeeling. âSnapped their necks, sir.â
Harsh silence rang through the Watchtower. Every member froze, their minds racing to comprehend what they had just heard.
âThatâs not how the Angels kill,â Constantine muttered, more to himself than anyone else. âThey displace you in time, they donât kill you⊠unless⊠unless they need the body for something.â
Superman, unwilling to accept the grim reality, interjected. âGreen Arrow, did you check the data analysis? We can check their vital signs and initiate a rescueââ
âNo!â Constantine snapped, cutting him off. âDonât be an idiot! The Angels donât need you alive. Arrow, tell me, how did you escape?â
Another long silence, before Green Arrow responded, his voice eerily calm. âI didnât escape. The Angels killed me too.â
John exchanged wide-eyed glances with the others, a deep sense of dread creeping into his chest. âWhat do you mean, âThe Angels killed you tooâ?â
âSnapped my neck, guys,â came the chilling reply. âWasnât as painless as I expected, but it got the job done.â
Panic started to bubble up in the Watchtower. Constantine ran a hand through his hair, frustration and fear gnawing at him. âIf youâre dead, how am I talking to you?â
âYouâre not talking to me, Constantine,â the voice replied, now dripping with an unnatural calm. âThe Angel has no voice.â
The League members exchanged horrified glances as the realization set in. This wasnât Green Arrow speaking to themâit was something else, something using his voice.
âThey stripped my cerebral cortex from my body and reanimated a version of my consciousness to communicate with you. Sorry âbout the confusion.â
Constantine swore under his breath, his mind racing for a solution. âSo when you say youâre on your way up to usâŠâ
âThe Angels are coming up, yes,â the voice confirmed, chillingly matter-of-fact.
âââ
The Watchtower was plunged into an eerie silence as the gravity of the situation sank in. The Angels were coming for them. Not just for Earth, but for the Watchtower itselfâa place that existed in a delicate balance, floating in orbit above the planet.
Superman clenched his fists, his expression grim as he prepared for the worst. âWe canât let them get here. We have to stop them.â
âHow?â Wonder Woman asked, her voice steady but with an underlying edge of concern. âThey can move faster than we can perceive if weâre not looking at them.â
âThatâs the problem,â Constantine said, his voice low and grim. âThereâs only one entity who might be able to help us now, but itâs a risky play.â
Batmanâs eyes narrowed as he turned to the sorcerer. âWho?â
Constantine hesitated for a moment before speaking. âThe King of the Infinite Realms. Heâs the balance keeper of all dimensions, including time itself.â
The rest of the League looked confused, their faces reflecting their lack of knowledge about this mysterious entity. âWhy havenât we heard of this King before?â Wonder Woman asked, her brow furrowing.
âHeâs not someone you want to meet,â Constantine explained, his tone somber. âHe exists outside our usual understanding of realityâneither fully alive nor dead. Heâs old, powerful, and not particularly fond of mortals meddling with time. But heâs our only hope of stopping the Angels.â
Batman looked around the room, gauging the reactions of his fellow Leaguers. They had faced countless threats before, but this was differentâthis was something that transcended the usual boundaries of their universe.
âWe donât have a choice,â Superman said finally, breaking the tension. âIf these Angels are feeding on time energy, then we need someone who controls time to stop them.â
Constantine nodded, taking a deep breath. âAlright then. Stand back. This might get a little⊠intense.â
With that, Constantine began to chant in a language older than time itself. The lights in the Watchtower flickered as a cold wind swept through the room, the air crackling with energy. A glowing green portal began to open in the center of the chamber, swirling with a mixture of ectoplasmic energy and temporal waves.
The portal expanded, and from within it stepped a figure that seemed to shimmer with the very fabric of time. He was tall, with ghostly white hair that flowed like a river of starlight, his body adorned in armor that gleamed with the colors of a distant galaxy. His eyes, glowing a fierce green, held the weight of millennia. But unlike the regal and ancient aura one might expect from the keeper of time, there was a youthful, almost defiant energy about himâa dangerous mix of power and unpredictability.
The King of the Infinite Realms had arrived, but it wasnât Clockwork.
It was Phantom.
âPhantom,â Constantine greeted, his tone respectful but tense.
The ghostly figureâs eyes scanned the room before settling on Constantine. âYouâve called upon me at a time of great peril, John Constantine. The Weeping Angels⊠they should not be here.â
âNo kidding,â Constantine muttered. âBut they are, and theyâre tearing through time like a kid through wrapping paper on Christmas. We need your help.â
Phantomâs expression remained unreadable as he turned his attention to the other members of the League. They all felt a shiver of unease under his gazeâthis was not a being to be trifled with.
âThey are feeding on the time energy that sustains your universe,â Phantom said, his voice echoing with an ethereal power. âTheir presence here disrupts the balance of reality.â
The League stood in silence, realizing just how desperate their situation had become. And as they prepared for the coming battle, they could only hope that Phantom, the mysterious and unpredictable King of the Infinite Realms, could help them restore balance before time itself was consumed by the Angels.
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"Beware the weeping angel. It hunts in silence, moving when you don't see. One blink, and it will take your lifeâsending you where no one can follow. Never look away."
The Angelsâ Arrival (DP x DC)
HELP- my mind is stuck on that one Doctor Who episode.
Retired Clockwork who passed his position to Phantom AU
ââââ
The world wasnât prepared for the invasion. There were no flashing lights, no grand declarations of war, no screams. The Weeping Angels came silently, as they always did. Ancient statues with stone wings and cold, lifeless eyes, they appeared across the globe seemingly overnight. People vanished without a trace, entire towns became ghostly echoes of their former selves, and the Leagueâs response teams were stretched thin.
Zatanna, Hawkman, and Green Arrow were the first to investigate a particularly worrisome case in a small Midwestern town. The townâs residents had simply⊠vanished. The Angels had come, and no one knew how to stop them. And the worst part? They fed on time energyâsomething that wasnât in short supply in a universe full of time-travelers and temporal anomalies.
This wasnât just an invasionâit was a feast.
Continuation
Prompt #3
Danny is Thanatos au
Danny's been alive for years now, millennia even. Well, not fully alive but you get the point. He's met many gods and demigods, and other Greek creatures.
So when Hades comes to him with a moody teenager, he can't help but sigh. Of course, now he's a babysitter. At least he gets to mess with these demigod camps.
Nico is very confused on why his dad dumped him with the god of death, but at least he gets to prank the others.
(ships, headcanons, and whatnot are up to you! Preferably taking place between/in Percy Jackson and the Olympians and Heroes of Olympus)
(I would also love to see mentions of other mythology series Rick has done, like Kane Chronicles)
Deathâs Apprentice
Chapter 1: The Eternal Babysitter
Death wasnât as glamorous as people liked to think. Sure, there were perksâimmortality, some really cool powers, and the ability to literally scare the pants off peopleâbut there were downsides too. Like the paperwork. Oh gods, the paperwork.
Danny, also known as Thanatos, God of Death, sighed as he signed another parchment with a flourish, the quill pen scratching against the ancient scroll. He was in his usual spotâa small, dimly lit office in the Underworld. The walls were lined with shelves overflowing with scrolls and ancient tomes, all meticulously organized (well, mostly). A large hourglass sat on his desk, sand trickling down in an endless cycle, a constant reminder of the passage of time.
Danny had been at this for millennia, ever since his untimely death back in Amity Park. Becoming the god of death hadnât exactly been in his plans, but then again, neither had dying in the first place. But here he was, centuries later, still doing his job, ferrying souls to the afterlife, keeping the balance, and dealing with gods and mortals alike.
He leaned back in his chair, his ethereal, star-flecked hair shifting as he stretched. It had been a quiet dayâno major disasters, no mass deathsâjust the usual trickle of souls making their way to the Underworld. He was just about to relax when a familiar presence made the air around him tingle with power.
âDanny.â
He groaned internally before opening his eyes to see Hades, Lord of the Underworld, standing in his doorway. Hades looked as grim as ever, his dark robes billowing around him like shadows given form. But there was something different todayâsomething that made Danny immediately wary.
âHades,â Danny greeted with a nod. âWhat brings you to my humble abode?â
Hades stepped inside, his expression as unreadable as ever. But it was the figure standing behind him that caught Dannyâs attention. A teenage boy, no older than fifteen or sixteen, with dark hair and eyes that seemed far too old for his young face. The kid was dressed in blackâof courseâwith a Stygian iron sword strapped to his side and a scowl that could rival even Dannyâs on a bad day.
âDanny,â Hades began, his voice as grave as ever, âI have a favor to ask.â
Danny raised an eyebrow, leaning forward with interest. âA favor? From me? This should be good.â
Hades didnât react to the sarcasm, simply gesturing to the boy. âThis is my son, Nico di Angelo. I need you to look after him for a while.â
Danny blinked, his mind momentarily blank. âYou⊠want me to babysit?â
Nico bristled at the term, his scowl deepening. âI donât need a babysitter,â he muttered, crossing his arms over his chest.
Hades ignored his sonâs protest, focusing entirely on Danny. âNico is⊠struggling with certain aspects of his powers. I believe your experience could be beneficial to him.â
Danny stared at Hades, then at Nico, and back to Hades. âYou want me, the god of death, to play mentor to your son?â
Hades gave a single, solemn nod. âYes.â
For a moment, Danny was speechless. Heâd dealt with a lot of strange requests over the millennia, but this one took the cake. He looked at Nico again, the kid glaring at him with all the intensity of a brooding teenager who just found out his dad volunteered him for summer camp.
âLook,â Danny started, rubbing the back of his neck, âIâm not exactly the nurturing type. Are you sure this is a good idea?â
Hadesâ expression softenedâjust a fraction. âDanny, youâve been through more than most gods can even imagine. You know what itâs like to struggle with power you never asked for. Nico needs someone who understands that.â
Dannyâs initial resistance faltered at that. It was trueâhe had spent centuries coming to terms with his powers, his responsibilities, and everything that came with being a god. If anyone could help Nico, it might be him.
âFine,â Danny sighed, finally relenting. âBut donât blame me if he ends up more messed up than he already is.â
Nicoâs eyes flashed with irritation, but he said nothing, clearly resigned to his fate.
âThank you, Danny,â Hades said with a rare note of gratitude in his voice. He turned to Nico, placing a hand on his shoulder. âListen to him. Heâll teach you what you need to know.â
Nico gave a stiff nod, his gaze still fixed on the floor. Hades lingered for a moment longer before turning and leaving the office, his form dissolving into shadow as he vanished.
Danny and Nico were left alone, the silence stretching between them like the River Styx. Finally, Danny stood up, clapping his hands together in mock enthusiasm. âAlright, kid. Welcome to Death 101. First lessonâdonât annoy me, and I wonât send you on an express trip to the Fields of Punishment.â
Nico shot him a glare, but there was a flicker of something else in his eyesâcuriosity, maybe, or at least a grudging acceptance of his situation. âFine,â he muttered. âBut I donât need a teacher.â
Danny smirked, crossing his arms. âOh, youâre gonna love this then. Come on, letâs start with something simpleâlike how to prank the other demigods.â
Nico looked up, surprised. âPrank?â
Dannyâs grin widened. âYep. If youâre stuck with me, weâre gonna have some fun. Besides, itâs about time someone shook things up at those demigod camps.â
For the first time since they met, Nicoâs expression softened, just a little. âAlright,â he said, almost smiling. âWhatâs the plan?â
Danny couldnât help but feel a little proud. Maybe this wouldnât be so bad after all. He had millennia of experience and a new apprentice who clearly needed to lighten up.
âLetâs go give those campers a taste of what itâs like to mess with the god of death,â Danny said with a wink.
Nico, still uncertain but intrigued, nodded. âLead the way.â
âââ
Camp Half-Blood was as lively as ever, with demigods running drills, sword-fighting, and generally trying to avoid getting hit by the latest monster of the week. The camp had seen its fair share of chaos, but nothing quite like what was about to hit them.
Danny and Nico stood at the edge of the camp, hidden from view by a cluster of trees. Nico looked out at the campers, his expression caught between annoyance and something else, something that looked suspiciously like hope.
âSo,â Nico asked, trying to sound nonchalant, âwhatâs the plan?â
Danny grinned, pulling a handful of small, glowing orbs from his pocket. âGhost orbs. Theyâre harmless, but they make anyone who touches them temporarily intangible. Imagine the confusion when someone tries to pick up their sword, and it goes right through their hand.â
Nicoâs eyes widened slightly, a spark of mischief igniting in their depths. âYouâve done this before?â
Danny shrugged. âMaybe once or twice. Or a hundred times. But whoâs counting?â
Nico took one of the orbs, examining it closely. âAnd this is supposed to help me⊠how?â
âBy reminding you that you donât always have to be so serious,â Danny replied, giving him a gentle nudge. âYouâve got a lot of power, kid. Learning to have fun with it is just as important as learning to control it.â
Nico hesitated, but then, with a small smirk that was almost identical to Dannyâs, he nodded. âAlright. Letâs do it.â
The two of them made their way through the camp, Danny leading the way with the skill of a seasoned prankster. They dropped ghost orbs in strategic locations, under weapons, in the mess hall, and even in the Ares cabin, where the campers were sure to try to spar with each other at some point.
It wasnât long before the chaos started. Swords clattered to the ground as campers tried to pick them up, only for their hands to pass right through. One unlucky demigod tried to take a bite of his lunch and ended up with a face full of mashed potatoes as his fork became intangible. The Ares cabin erupted in shouts of confusion and anger as their weapons betrayed them, causing more than a few accidental trips and falls.
Nico watched it all unfold, his dark eyes shining with a mix of amusement and something lighter, something that hadnât been there in a long time. He turned to Danny, who was watching the scene with a proud grin.
âOkay,â Nico admitted, âthat was kind of fun.â
Danny laughed, clapping him on the back. âSee? Thereâs more to being the son of Hades than gloom and doom. Stick with me, and Iâll show you all the tricks of the trade.â
Nico still looked a bit uncertain, but the tension that had been wound so tightly around him since they met seemed to be easing. He wasnât smiling, not fully, but there was a new lightness to him that hadnât been there before.
âThanks,â Nico said after a moment, his voice softer, more sincere.
âAnytime, kid,â Danny replied, genuinely. âNow, how about we teach you some real ghost powers?â
Nicoâs eyes lit up with interest.
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Crack posts.
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Talia x Danny - Exes who get back together
Danny flirts with Bruce, So what if he's the same age as Jason?
Operation Blackmail. Infinite Realms Regents kidnap BatKids to save Danny
Ghost Constantines adopts the Fenton siblings. So does John.
Ellie marries Lady Gotham
Danny declares war on Gotham's curses
John THINKS Amity Park is a Fae city.
Yeti's to the rescue
Danny reincarnates as a wonderbat clone. One. Two. Three.
Danny posts his parents 'research'. Flash is NOT happy with the scientific misconduct.

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Daniel Fenton, who punched the Joker one (1) time, and acts vaguely eldritch, having convinced 75% of Gotham that heâs Batmanâs secret identity on accident: what is happening.
The Batkids, certified little shits, hanging around him to fuel the rumors and throw people off Bruceâs scent: Hi dad! :)
Danny, already sort-of a single parent, accidentally playing along too hard: oh. Guess Iâm a father now.Â
This would be so fun. I'm imagining Danny is is at least late 20s here, moved to Gotham after he got away from his dangerous parents as soon as possible but not before permanently disabling the portal. Jazz, Tucker, and Sam all moved on to follow their dreams and get away from Amity Park, but they still keep in touch. Maybe Jazz is working at Arkham now. Danny didn't need to stay somewhere with ambient ectoplasm because he can make a replacement portal with the tech he smuggled out of his parent's house, but he's more comfortable somewhere that has it.
So, he conned/stole Vlad out of some money (a lot), moved to Gotham as soon as he could, took a new last name, bought a small mixed use building (like business on main floor, residence above, basement below) to put a mini lab in the basement to refine ecto and have a portal.
I'm placing his new Haunt probably in Newtown, placing it just north of Crime Alley, east of the Botanical Gardens, just south of the entertainment pier, and relatively close over the river from the Wayne's manor and Arkham.
He then opens a coffee shop called The Haunt on the main floor. The ceiling and walls are painted like a green/blue nebula, and have some of his best ghost friends hidden in the designs. He gets a reputation for making coffee strong enough to raise the dead.
His core has settled at this point, further blending his two halves, so he's always got teeth just a bit too sharp, ears a bit too pointed, hair wild (he's absolutely blaming that on the ecto, not his habits), skin a bit too pale/green, and he tends to exude a chill in the air, like a new frost. His quirks make some people suspicious, but it's Gotham, they've seen weirder, and his coffee is amazing so they don't think about it too much.
That is, until Danny is running some errands for the store, maybe doing a catering delivery late one evening, and the Joker appears, taking the crowd hostage, grabbing Tim, who just happened to he on his way back to the manor from work and can't do anything in his civilian guise. Danny sees an evil clown and just decks the Joker, knocking him out like a light before realizing he's late with the delivery, not having been in town long enough to realize just who he knocked out, and books it.
Everyone is shocked, wondering who he was, and not a few minutes after he leaves, Batman swoops in from the same direction to clean up the mess. A few people recognize Danny from his store and start to speculate about how they've got a similar build (the butts match), both kinda weird/off, and isn't it strange how Batman showed up right after Danny ran off after punching the Joker?
Tim decides he wants to thank the person who saved him and maybe investigate a possible meta/person of interest who he's never seen in Gotham before. Especially one that's apparently been seen with Dr. Harleen Quinzel (Danny's therapist). Imagine his delight when he finds The Haunt that serves The Coffee that he loves and becomes a regular. The batkids hear the rumors and decide to play along and start meeting up on his roof during patrols or stopping in after patrols. Danny, oblivious to the rumors, sees a bunch of young vigilantes, some of whom are clearly liminal or have partial cores, that keep stopping by and calling him Dad, and adopts the lot of them. The kids just think he's playing along too well, but when he's genuinely caring for them, feeding them, and listening to their concerns, they get comfortable. One day they're in a particularly difficult encounter while Bruce and Alfred are out of town for an important meeting and are too injured to make it all the way back so Danny ends up finding them on the rooftop. He patches them up the best he can and worries over them. When he drops the, "You did the best you could, I'm so proud of you." They're like, oh shit, new dad. And this one isn't nearly as emotionally stunted after years of talking to Jazz, therapy, and trying his best to parent Ellie, when she's around.
Okay so:
After Danny patches these kid-gilantes up on his roof, he comes to a decision
Theyâre good kids, capable kids (two of them are older than him but shh), but that doesnât mean they should have to do it all alone
Danny doesnât fight human criminals, not unless theyâre government sanctioned, and heâs retired in Gotham
Retired from punching things as a ghost
You know what heâs not retired from?
Genetic Fenton Desire To Tinker
Now, he usually breaks weapons instead of making them, but he knows how to make a good nonlethal trap
He can put a little oomph in Timâs staff to make a rogue think twice about another tap
He can make Jason an ecto-gun that stuns more than kills or burns
Expanding net batarangs? Easy
Waffle arrow? Well he made it with a waffle iron and that nice Arsenal boy stopped by the other day, so Danny made him a âwelcome to the cityâ present
The kids were all so damn happy to have this lovely âcivilianâ dad who TOTALLY decked the Joker and has mad first aid but isnât ACTUALLY a vigilante
Until one day Steph is first to his roof
And finds a wrapped box
With a note
âFor my little birdsâ
And it has presents in it??? For all of them??? Sheâs checking them out when Tim arrives and startles her, and she accidentally glues him to the wall with some weird green sludge from the ball she tossed at him on reflex
(They canât fucking get him out either they have to go sheepishly down to the store and ask Danny who absolutely forgot to put the solvent in the box)
Is Not-Bat-Dad a retired superhero??? SuperVILLAIN???? Some of these new toys are fucking RADIATING Lazarus juice and death magic did this guy also punch Raâs Al Ghul????
Bets fly, even more when Danny gives them his phone number (but not the one legally registered to him, or one that was ever in service???) and tells them to call him again if things get that bad
He doesnât want to see them as hurt as they were the night they stopped with him
And like
Obviously
There are SO MANY jokes about calling him for Condiment King
For Kite Man, or the latest bullshit Ivyâs up to, to see what heâll do
To set up a fake rogue heist on his store to see what heâll do and guess who he was (of course they all have the full rolodex of retired rogues memorised)
(This is how they find out there are occasionally actual rogue heists on his store, especially with the rumours heâs Batman
Danny deals with them all the same way: a faint smile, the appearance of compliance, and then the lights go out
And when they come back on?
The rogue is gone
They show up later elsewhere in the city and apparently left under their own power but only Scarecrow ever willingly goes back
Scarecrow is begging on bended knee for Danny to mentor him but that might not be a clue
Danny does an âaw gee the power went out, I told them to fix thatâ routine loudly every time but no one is fooled)
And then one day, Bruce is off world with more than half the Leagueâs heavy hitters, and here comes Darkseid or Brainiac taking advantage
Even Red Hoodâs called in officially, itâs an all hands on deck and they donât have a single Kryptonian
Or do they?
Cuz thereâs a sudden blast of heat vision searing a spaceship in half, and someone is definitely flying next to it
Heâs got white hair though, and Lazarus green eyes, and no oneâs sure who it is but they sure as hell appreciate the help right up until Nightwing is caught between some falling masonry and a LOT of bad guys
And the masonry stops falling
And itâs their new white haired friend holding it up, freezing the onrushing hoard solid
And then he turns to Dick, and itâs Dick not Nightwing who sees full Disappointed Dad Face when Danny says âthis is the kind of thing I told you to call me forâ
Holy crap
I love this!!!
Yes
Absolutely
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Does danny give a full lecture to all his 'kids' at the end of the invasion? Does he run up to all of them and inspect them for injuries? Make sure they're ok? Ask how they are? Pass out snacks and bandages (so as a kid my mom and dad would draw on the plain ones with pen bc we couldn't afford the cool patterned ones and I can totally see danny doing this. Just doing little doodles on the bandaids for his 'kids') and water? Tell them how proud he is of them and their efforts and *then* go into his lecture of him giving them his number for a reason, outlining the type of situations he expects them to call him for (and some of them make them wonder even more about his life before Gotham bc some of those scenarios are not normal civilian situations, or even normal hero/villain situations.) But also includes things like homework help (im pretty good at science and math and I know people who can help with biology and programming), emotional advice (dont know as much as my sister but I've picked up on things here and there), or even just to talk and basically going absolute good!dad on them while they're all sitting (he's probably floating in the air) in the rubble of the fight with space doodle bandaids on their cheeks and noses and fingers with water bottles and applesauce pouches and fruit snacks. (Idk, I like the imagery there XD I think its funny)
Oh man Bruce and the others come back and hear about the invasion. Bruce immediately looks for his kids to make sure theyre all ok and to ask them what happened and how they managed to stop the big bad.
Only to see his kids are perfectly fine with hardly a scratch.
When asked they all just say, "Oh yeah it was pretty close there for a while. Thankfully Dad showed up and was able to handle it."
Bruce is just confused because "Dad? Who or what is Dad?!"
It's Dick who breaks first. He can't help it ok! He wants to brag about other Dad!
"You know the guy everyone thinks is Batman? Well, he's a retired hero! So, when we played into the rumours, he kind of emotionally adopted us? And he makes us new weapons! And let's us crash and helps us with first aid of we need it! And his sister is a psychologist. So he is good for emotional stuff too! And he feeds us. He set up food caches for us on patrol! "
Steph grinned and bounced a bit.
"Yeah! And, he taught me the leg lock I used to snap Joker s knew last time! "
Damian nodded, looking a bit guilty.
"He met with Grandfather a d has declared us off limits. Grandfather has since sent a letter agreeing to his terms, as well as a tribute to keep him away from the league. "
Jason shuffled a little before speaking.
"He fixed the Pit rage. and have me the non lethal blasters. "
Cass grinned happily.
*He knows sign. He gave me the updated forcefield gauntlet. And he makes good food. "
Alfred coughed politely behind them.
"Master Bruce? Master Danny has passed all of my tests this far. He also does not involve himself in the nightlife because he does not wish to destabilise Gotham with his power level. "
Tim looked quite sheepish as he smiled softly.
"He got me a new wrist computer. And upgraded my staff. And he got me in contact with an amazing coder."
Bruce sighed, resigned.
" am I allowed to meet the man I am apparently co-parenting with? "
His kids all grinned at him. They knew he had accepted his defeat. Pulling Alfred into the mix had been a great idea!
What's the betting pool look like for how long before they get together?
Also, coffee shop owner 'Batman' getting together with 'Brucie' Wayne would make all the brucebat shippers in Gotham go wild.
Bruce takes one look at him and trips on thin air. Oh God's oh hell. He's pretty, and tall. And the smile? With a bit of fang? Bruce is done for. The fact he takes care of his kid? Simply because they appeared near him and needed help? Yup. He's gone. Then he finds out about how he donates money to the soup kitchens. And gives free food and drinks to the street kids? Yup. Put a fork in him, he's done.
Danny? Takes a bit more time. But this is the other parent the kids have. And he might be emotionally stunted. But he cares. He can be so very compassionate. He might not know how to show it. But his care and concern radiate from him. Danny can't help but begin to like him.
The batkids? Have been working with Alfred for when the wedding happens. They figure the two will take a while to get together. But once they do? It's gonna be a speed run dating to marriage. So! Prepping now!
The Justice League find out when they hear the batkids gossiping. They already knew about other Dad Phantom of course. But now? They know Phantom and Batman have met. There were bets about hate it love at first sight. Wonder Woman and Superman won big on that bet.
Now? Betting for how long till the wedding happens. Heading the kids have already started planning the wedding? They can't help but laugh.
Now! Ellie of course has been in and out. So they will have met her once or twice. Which means she gets a call about both Dads meeting. And zooms over to Gotham. She wants to be involved in the plans and chaos and stalking!
Sometime you punch a clown and achieve offspring that arent biologically yours. It's Gotham. This makes total sense!
I can just imagine the batkids being just as bemused by the situation as everyone else. They had no idea they would mutually imprint. But Fuck it. New Dad gives great hugs. And uses his words! It's great!
Danny, after running away moving to Gotham a few months ago begins making little commentary videos on a social media app.
It was fine and all with mostly friends viewing them up until his meta gene activated. He didn't even know he had a meta gene and kinda figured any of the ghost stuff he did as Phantom would have activated it if he did have one. Nope!
His newest video started out with him wearing a red beanie, "Hey guys! You know how I just moved to Gotham a few months ago? Well, turns out I have the meta gene!" He takes a moment to let that sink in before continuing, "Most people get there abilities or whatever through a lab accident or an explosion or something and end up with like telekinesis."
"I, however, am hated by the universe and got scratched by a cat," he then yanked off the beanie to reveal two large cat ears, "and turned into furry bait. On that note if you have any tips on how to avoid Catwoman please leave them in the comments section. For my sake."
Dick stared down at his phone in shock. He needed to show his siblings this
In the meantime Danny has to deal with his channels popularity skyrocketing. "This is not what I want to be remembered for."
Bonus points if Danny gets one of those FMK questions that are all bats and he responds with, "Kill? A bat? Listen, if I get put into a death match with a bat the only one dying here will be me. I cant even do a backflip, what makes you think I could even touch one of them???"
All of the bat kids follow him. Because God's his shot is funny. He does a video on the local rogues. And he is just ruthless about it.
"joker isn't a clown. I've met real clowns. He doesn't deserve the game he gets. Honestly, overrated murderer. He deserves the death penalty. 0/10 stars."
" Catwoman? Love her work. Would not mess with her. Also, I do not want to be her apprentice. Please, help me keep her away. I don't want to be a furry on either side of the fight! "
"Harley deserves better than to be remembered as Jokers ex. He was her origin story, not the love interest. Her and Ivy are relationship goals."
" Red Hood? I thought he was bat adjacent not a rogue? Technically a crime lord? And, have you seen how much safer Crime Alley is? That's anti hero work right there. No I will not take critism. He killed pelple? And, so does Wonder Woman. "
Danny does his rants while walking through random alleys with a selfie camera, including his bats fmk
The bat kids have made it a secret game to see who can be in the background of the most videos
Red Robin was about to casually swing through when the fuck marry kill was announced, missed his landing, and slammed face first into a wall
Chat screamed hysterically at Danny, who turned just in time to see him fall
Danny stares
RR stares
Chat holds its breath
Danny turns back to chat âwell he fell for me and I love pathetic so Iâm marrying this one. Which is he?â
Tim does not return to the manor for six months
This does not prevent merciless bullying from his siblings
Spoiler begins raining flowers on Danny mid rant whenever she sees him with love notes from âRed Robinâ
Danny sees her enough times to know sheâs the purple one and not actually his husband but dammit he likes a good bit so theyâre partners in crime
Dick shares the fmk video from his official Nightwing page captioned âwell he nearly killed one of usâ
(The rogue Danny respects the most is Condiment King. He has: commitment to the bit, knows what he wants, and standards
And he gets his ass beat but keeps on trucking
Danny likes that in a rogue)
If asked, Danny would say there is one upside to all of this.
He can make cat puns at any time. They are always relevant.
He once got a rogue to cry by just shouting "you've got to be kitten me!" in the middle of their dramatic speech, completely ruining their flow. Followed by a "what's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" which made them go from crying to absolutely sobbing on the ground.
The bats aren't sure if they should be in awe from this power or if they should fear him
Itâs absolutely Scarecrow, he tries so hard to be scary. Emphasis on tries. And Danny would absolutely be unaffected by Fear Gas, heâs been stabbed by Fright Knightâs sword, nothing can beat that.
Scarecrow becomes obsessed with him though. Stalking him through the streets. He needs to beat this person! He HAS to. How can he call himself the Master of Fear if he can't beat this man!
Danny is of course, not at all bothered. Look, the gas barely even makes him anxious. He barely twitches. No matter how bad the strain gets.
The bats are torn. On the one hand Scarecrow isn't really bothering many other people. He is obsessed with Danny. But also, can they justify letting him obsess over a streamer? Also, how the hell if that kid so unaffected? He's got the meta gene, ok. But even Superman is not THAT immune to Gotham's gas attacks. What the hell kinda cat is he?
Schrödingerâs Cat Boy!
This comment sparked a truly wonderful scene. In the worst way.
The kitten has been pissing Joker off! The damn cat keeps dismissing his work as sub par! How dare he! Joker will show him! Yes he will! He decides a show is in order. Gotham seems to have forgotten him. ThiS is NOT acceptable!
He has to go big. Bold! Bright! Full of action! Excitement! He has the perfect plan! He starts to build a trap. One even the Bat would struggle with. Reinforced with meta safe materials. Fills it with cameras and deadly traps. He will catnap the disrespectful kitten and throw him in there! And show Gotham not to MESS with him!
It takes weeks before it's ready. Joker knows this will be a masterpiece. Even if the cat can get to the last chamber. Well, cats may have nine lives. But Joker has bombs.
Danny of course has noticed Jokers goons following him. In a fit of whimsy Danny lets himself get grabbed. This is gonna be fun. See if the Joker attacks him, and he fights back? No one can complain. Oh he won't kill the guy. That's no fun. He'll make him a footnote in history. Now he just had to remember to play his part.
Danny has a blindfold and handcuffs on as he is dragged in front of the clown. Joker stands on an orators box, in front of a concrete block. The camera is streaming live. Most of Gotham can see their catboy being hurt by Jokers goons. The city seems to hold its breath. What will happen? Please let the bats save him!
Joker: I hear cats have nine lives! I figured I would test it out! Who doesn't love science huh? Throw the kitten in the box. Let's see if Shroedinger was right!
Danny is throw roughly into the maze after his blindfold is removed. The handcuffs stay on though. Looks like he gets to show off a bit?
Danny: Oh me, oh my. Whatever will I do? Not the Jester! How will I ever survive? He spotted a camera and smirked provocatively. Hey he had to throw the clown off his game. Make him mad. See what happens.
Joker let's out an angry growl. Before calming himself down. no. no, he must not play too hard yet. He has time. He can play with his pet a bit longer. No matter how annoying it is.
Joker: Ah, naughty kitty! How could you forget ol' Joker's name? So mean to me!
Danny: Ah, but see I'd have to respect you to care. So suffer. Anyway. What's this game? May the best cat win!,
Joker: You wouldn't know a good punchline of it beat you in the face! Games simple. Get to the last room and you live. Don't die too quickly. That would be boring!
Danny grinned, fangs on show. He opened his mouth wide and bit down hard on the cuffs. The metal snapped, and he spat out the leftover pieces.
Danny: Sorry sorry. I forget you need help with your advanced age. Don't worry though Jester! I'll be able to help real soon.
Danny knew Joker wouldn't play fair. He was expecting every deadly trap a person could think of. And he was going to use as few ghost powers as possible. Still.... Best not to breathe for now. He performed a theatrical bow to the camera, complete with jazz hands. Then looked around.
This first room looked like a puzzle game. But he knew there would be a 'punchline' somewhere. Now to find the hidden trigger. Gotham watched in shock as Danny, cute, crazy catboy started to look around his cell. What was he doing?
It wasn't until he found a depression and started to pull it apart that they realised. He was being clever. Very clever. Joker didn't do obvious. Joker was evil, insane, and intelligent. Danny was not playing by the assumed rules. No, Danny wasn't playing fair. Gotham watched as he pulled apart the trigger plate that led to a gas canister. Danny looked up and winked again. He was clearly not taking it as seriously as Joker wanted him to.
Oracle had found the video and called for everyone. This would not be pretty.
Oracle: All bats available report in. Joker has Nebula. I repeat. Joker has Nebula.
Batman: Batman here.
Nightwing: Nightwing. I can be in Gotham in 20.
Red Hood: My guys are already out searching. I'll let you know if I Get news.
Red Robin: RR here. I Can help track the signal.
Spoiler: Spoiler on.
Black bat: Black bat.
Signal: Signal reporting.
Oracle: Thank you guys. Once I have a location I'll let you know. For now I am forwarding the stream. Nebula is doing a great job pissing Joker off. HE will be more volatile than usual. Nebula is also happily working his way through the traps. I don't think Joker expected him to be this handy.
Joker was angry. The kitten was good. Almost Bat good. How dare he! How dare he be this good. How dare he treat this like a game! He was looking forward to the big finale! That would show the brat!
Joker had. No idea how his pet was surviving the gas. Or how he dodged the bullets. Took apart the pit trap. Or how he passed through the poison water. What he did know was the Kitten was teaching the last few chambers.
Joker: I wonder what we are going to learn now? Cats huh, always so destructive. You give them a perfectly good enclosure and they rip it to shreds!
Danny: Well, I gotta stretch my claws! Their length has been kit-ing on my nerves!
Joker: Puns are a low form of wit!
Danny: And, explosions are too. You don't see me bitchin'
Gotham could see a muscle in Jokers jaw twitch. Nebula was really pissing him off! And somehow, he had No injuries yet! And he was in the third to last chamber.
Danny grinned at his new test. It seemed that Joker was running low on ideas.
(Finally got an idea of how to finish this scene)
Joker was getting more and more angry and the damn cat tore his traps apart. He was gonna enjoy watching as the cat was blown up. He grinned as the kitten got to the last chamber. No more tricks to save him. And no bats here to rescue him.
Gotham watched on hoping that Nebulae would survive the last chamber. No one thought he would though. Joker never played fair. But then? Nebulae changed the board. He started to rip the ceiling down around himself. He avoided that last room. Joker grabbed his crowbar and moved to the area Nebulae was ripping apart. Fine the cat wanted to play outside the rules? Joker would adapt!
Danny grinned as he ripped through the top and climbed out. He blocked the crowbar Joker swung at his head easily. Joker was human as they came. Slow and weak. Danny would face no issue with him. He held in and dragged the Joker off balance as he jumped out.
Joker let go of his weapon he had spares after all. Even if it wasn't his favourite. It seemed the kitten might be a real threat. How fun. How annoying. How clever. He'd never imagined anyone but a bat managing what the kitten just did!
Joker: Well well well. How interesting! You his this pretty kitty! What other tricks do you have up your sleeves?
Danny laughed and let his fangs show prominently.
Danny: Always one more than expected Jester! How else do you think I kept my mind lives huh?
Without wairing for the Joker to react to what he said Danny lunged forwards. He let his class take across the villains face and danced back out of reach. The Joker yelled in pain and rage before trying to reach him. Danny was still paying attention to his surroundings. So when he heard a good try to shoot him. He dodged, using feline grace.
Because of where they were stood? The bullet but the Joker in his outstretched arm. Joker of course screeched and yelled at his goons. This was his fight. They were to stand still and do nothing!
Danny was grinning with feral glee and cackling by this point. And Gotham? Was amazed at the sight. Their pretty little car boy was not just surviving the Joker. But humiliating him. Holy shit! Nebulae really was meant for Gotham!
Oracle was pissed at how long it had taken to find the location. And knew that the bats wouldn't get there in time to stop the fight. Not that they apparently needed to. Nebulae was winning. Easily. He was winning a rigged match with ease. And it was terrifying. To think he could do this. And simply hadn't. Because he hadn't felt any need to. His danger rating would need to be increased.
Gotham watched as Nebulae kept darting in and out of the Joker range with ease. Stealing weapons and throwing them away from the rogue. The Joker was getting more as more incensed.
Danny: Awww Jester. No need to be mad! Isn't it funny? Cat got your tongue?
Joker: Stop fucking around you little brat! And face me properly!
Danny laughed freely at that and smirked. Before answering he danced way and performed a theatrical bow.
Danny: As the court Jester demands!
Danny then got up close and personal. He grabbed the Joker by the throat and slammed him into the wall. Once he had him pinned Danny grabbed his nearest arm and pulled. He was not going to kill him. But destroy him? Oh yes.
Gotham watched in shock as Nebulae wrenched the Joker's arm out of its socket. And proceeded to do the same to the other arm. Danny made sure to damage the joints and muscles. If Joker had to spend a year or so in recovery? That was a year Gotham was free of his evil. He dislocated his jaw next. And made sure to crush it. Joker wouldn't be speaking for a while.
Once he was down Danny turned to the goons and grinned.
Danny: So. Who has my phone? Or do I go through you like I went through him?
The goons shuffled nervously. Fuck it. They were not paid enough for this. One of them three his bag over and then they all scattered. Best to be home before the bats arrived. Danny looked down at the Joker and sighed.
Danny dragged him in front of the camera and sat to the side of him. Pulling up his phone he saw the chatroom.
Danny: You guys! Thanks for the messages of support! That's really sweet of you! Now! We are definitely gonna need a Doctor for Jester here. Yes I could have killed him. But I'm not a murderer guys! No thanks. I prefer to not be in jail.
Danny laughed at all the pouring emojis that appeared after he said that.
Danny: come on! I'm gonna be in enough trouble for fucking up his arms and mouth so bad! He's gonna have to eat through a straw for months! Not to mention to to physio to move his arms again!
Then a specific message popped up.
Red Hood: If I get there first in gonna shoot him!
Followed by a bunch of cheers from civilians. And the other bats telling him not to. Danny just grinned and looked at the camera like he was doing a stream.
Danny: I'm kinda torn. Like on the one hand I hope Cuddles gets here first. But on the other? I want him to suffer liquid food for months while his jaw heals. Choices choices.
Red Hood: You're never gonna give up on the names are you?
Danny: Nah! Why would I? It's too much fun! Especially how the DadBat gets an exe error every time! Husband is fun too! And you know I love love teasing Stabby!
Oracle had to admit she was amused by what she was watching. Nebulae had a way of working the camera. He really did know how to control the mood. And he had managed to escape and take down Joker in his own. Without killing. And was now helping to calm the masses down by playing up his act. He was good. She wondered how long it would be before Batman tried to get him in costume?
Red Robin and Spoiler were first in scene thankfully. So there was no shooting of the Joker. No matter how much he deserves it. Danny of course played up the camera to keep attention from them. Moving the screen so they could work.
Danny: Husband and Mischief need their privacy! No I won't show you their gorgeous selves! I'm hurt! You want to we them more than me! Do you want to make me cry? Cause that's how you make me cry!
They could hear muffled snickering from off screen. And Spoiler apparently felt the need to back him up.
Spoiler: You just wanna keep your husband to yourself!
Danny in true form gasped as if offended and placed a hand over his heart.
Danny: And! Is that a crime! Anyway! Off with you! Take the trash out! I need to get home! Been a long day you know!
He could've killed him legally in Self defense, and he ain't getting in trouble for fucking Joker up either, self defense rocks like that
Eh... Self defence also falls under reasonable response. Like, once he had the Joker by the throat? Self defence stopped being a good defence. But yeah. Disabling the Joker? Definitely reasonable. Everyone knows he's an escape artist.
Joker is going to be going through hell right now. His jaw is gonna be wired shit for months as the bones heal. So he's on a liquid diet. AnD can't talk. His arms are fucked. Danny made sure to destroy the connective tissue as much as he could. So that's major surgeries. To get a chance of them working right. And one he's stable? He is back in Arkham. Pretty much defenceless.
Danny chose to make him suffer. And he is going to. Joker is now going to be stuck in Arkham. Without his words. Without his arms. No way to save himself from his many victims that are there as well. And the guards? Will not be willing to do more than ensure he survives. If they are willing to do that. Prince of crime? Not any more!
What Danny did? Will be so much worse than death ever could be.