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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.

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.

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)

Chapter 1: The Eternal Babysitter

Death wasn’t as glamorous as people liked to think. Sure, there were perks—immortality, some really cool powers, and the ability to literally scare the pants off people—but 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 spot—a 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 hadn’t 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 day—no major disasters, no mass deaths—just 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.

“Danny.”

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 today—something that made Danny immediately wary.

“Hades,” Danny greeted with a nod. “What brings you to my humble abode?”

Hades stepped inside, his expression as unreadable as ever. But it was the figure standing behind him that caught Danny’s 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 black—of course—with a Stygian iron sword strapped to his side and a scowl that could rival even Danny’s on a bad day.

“Danny,” Hades began, his voice as grave as ever, “I have a favor to ask.”

Danny raised an eyebrow, leaning forward with interest. “A favor? From me? This should be good.”

Hades didn’t react to the sarcasm, simply gesturing to the boy. “This is my son, Nico di Angelo. I need you to look after him for a while.”

Danny blinked, his mind momentarily blank. “You… want me to babysit?”

Nico bristled at the term, his scowl deepening. “I don’t need a babysitter,” he muttered, crossing his arms over his chest.

Hades ignored his son’s protest, focusing entirely on Danny. “Nico is… struggling with certain aspects of his powers. I believe your experience could be beneficial to him.”

Danny stared at Hades, then at Nico, and back to Hades. “You want me, the god of death, to play mentor to your son?”

Hades gave a single, solemn nod. “Yes.”

For a moment, Danny was speechless. He’d 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.

“Look,” Danny started, rubbing the back of his neck, “I’m not exactly the nurturing type. Are you sure this is a good idea?”

Hades’ expression softened—just a fraction. “Danny, you’ve been through more than most gods can even imagine. You know what it’s like to struggle with power you never asked for. Nico needs someone who understands that.”

Danny’s initial resistance faltered at that. It was true—he 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.

“Fine,” Danny sighed, finally relenting. “But don’t blame me if he ends up more messed up than he already is.”

Nico’s eyes flashed with irritation, but he said nothing, clearly resigned to his fate.

“Thank you, Danny,” Hades said with a rare note of gratitude in his voice. He turned to Nico, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Listen to him. He’ll teach you what you need to know.”

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. “Alright, kid. Welcome to Death 101. First lesson—don’t annoy me, and I won’t send you on an express trip to the Fields of Punishment.”

Nico shot him a glare, but there was a flicker of something else in his eyes—curiosity, maybe, or at least a grudging acceptance of his situation. “Fine,” he muttered. “But I don’t need a teacher.”

Danny smirked, crossing his arms. “Oh, you’re gonna love this then. Come on, let’s start with something simple—like how to prank the other demigods.”

Nico looked up, surprised. “Prank?”

Danny’s grin widened. “Yep. If you’re stuck with me, we’re gonna have some fun. Besides, it’s about time someone shook things up at those demigod camps.”

For the first time since they met, Nico’s expression softened, just a little. “Alright,” he said, almost smiling. “What’s the plan?”

Danny couldn’t help but feel a little proud. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. He had millennia of experience and a new apprentice who clearly needed to lighten up.

“Let’s go give those campers a taste of what it’s like to mess with the god of death,” Danny said with a wink.

Nico, still uncertain but intrigued, nodded. “Lead the way.”

———

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.

“So,” Nico asked, trying to sound nonchalant, “what’s the plan?”

Danny grinned, pulling a handful of small, glowing orbs from his pocket. “Ghost orbs. They’re 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.”

Nico’s eyes widened slightly, a spark of mischief igniting in their depths. “You’ve done this before?”

Danny shrugged. “Maybe once or twice. Or a hundred times. But who’s counting?”

Nico took one of the orbs, examining it closely. “And this is supposed to help me… how?”

“By reminding you that you don’t always have to be so serious,” Danny replied, giving him a gentle nudge. “You’ve got a lot of power, kid. Learning to have fun with it is just as important as learning to control it.”

Nico hesitated, but then, with a small smirk that was almost identical to Danny’s, he nodded. “Alright. Let’s do it.”

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 wasn’t 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 hadn’t been there in a long time. He turned to Danny, who was watching the scene with a proud grin.

“Okay,” Nico admitted, “that was kind of fun.”

Danny laughed, clapping him on the back. “See? There’s more to being the son of Hades than gloom and doom. Stick with me, and I’ll show you all the tricks of the trade.”

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 wasn’t smiling, not fully, but there was a new lightness to him that hadn’t been there before.

“Thanks,” Nico said after a moment, his voice softer, more sincere.

“Anytime, kid,” Danny replied, genuinely. “Now, how about we teach you some real ghost powers?”

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.

“Alright, di Angelo!” Clarisse barked, stomping up to them with her usual aggressive swagger. “What the Hades is going on here? And who’s this—” She paused, taking in Danny’s otherworldly appearance, from his star-flecked hair to his effortless, glowing aura. She squinted, her eyes narrowing in judgment. “—twink?”

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 he’d just heard.

“Excuse me!?” Danny finally spluttered, looking utterly affronted. He glanced at Nico, who was now biting his lip to keep from laughing out loud. “Did she just—did you just call me a twink?”

Clarisse, completely unfazed, crossed her arms. “Yeah. What of it? You got a problem with that, sparkles?”

Danny’s jaw dropped, and he put his hands on his hips, now fully embracing the melodrama of the situation. “Listen here, Miss Muscle-Bound,” he started, “I am the god of death, not some sparkling sidekick in a bad vampire movie!”

Nico couldn’t 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 babysitter—mentor, whatever—was being called a twink by Clarisse of all people.

Clarisse, meanwhile, looked unimpressed. “God of death, huh?” She raised an eyebrow skeptically. “You don’t exactly look the part. Shouldn’t you be more… I dunno, terrifying? Instead of looking like you walked out of a galaxy-themed boy band?”

Danny’s eyes narrowed, and the temperature around them seemed to drop a few degrees. “Oh, I can be terrifying, sweetheart. Just ask any of the souls I’ve ferried to the Underworld. But for now,” he added with a smirk, “I’m trying something new—like making your life just a little bit more interesting.”

Clarisse rolled her eyes. “Great. Just what we needed. Another prankster.” She turned her glare on Nico. “And you—so you’re working with him now?”

Nico finally managed to catch his breath, still chuckling. “Yep. Hades thought it would be good for me to, uh, broaden my horizons.”

“More like broaden your sense of humor,” Danny muttered, still bristling slightly from the “twink” comment. “Which, by the way, I have in spades.”

Clarisse shook her head, clearly debating whether or not to punch one or both of them. “Whatever. Just don’t let your ‘broadening horizons’ get in the way of my training sessions. Got it?”

Danny gave her a mock salute, his smirk returning. “Yes, ma’am. Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Clarisse grunted, turning on her heel and marching back toward her cabin, muttering something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like, “Twinks and sparkles, gods save us.”

As she walked away, Nico looked at Danny, who was still grinning, albeit with a bit of exasperation. “You handled that well,” Nico said, trying to keep a straight face.

Danny huffed, running a hand through his starry hair. “I’ll have you know, I’ve dealt with worse. But still—‘twink’? Really?”

Nico snickered. “She’s not wrong. You do kinda have that whole ‘ethereal pretty boy’ thing going on.”

Danny shot him a look. “You’re lucky I like you, di Angelo. Otherwise, I’d drop you in the middle of Tartarus for that comment.”

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 “twink” ordeal, glanced at Nico.

“Alright, kid,” he said, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Let’s go see how much more chaos we can cause. I’ve got a few more tricks up my sleeve, and I think it’s time the rest of these campers got to know me a little better.”

Nico nodded, unable to suppress the grin on his face. “Lead the way, mentor.”

HELP- my mind is stuck on that one Doctor Who episode.

————

The world wasn’t 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 League’s 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 town’s residents had simply… vanished. The Angels had come, and no one knew how to stop them. And the worst part? They fed on time energy—something that wasn’t in short supply in a universe full of time-travelers and temporal anomalies.

“Where is everyone?” Hawkman asked, his wings rustling uneasily as he scanned the area with his enhanced vision.

“Something’s wrong,” Zatanna murmured, her breath fogging in the cold, lifeless air. “It’s too quiet… too still. Magic’s all wrong here.”

Green Arrow was already on edge, his bow at the ready. This wasn’t the kind of fight he was used to, but his instincts screamed danger. “I don’t like this. It’s like the whole town’s been put on pause.”

As they moved cautiously through the empty streets, they came upon statues—so 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.

“They’re watching us,” Hawkman muttered, keeping a vigilant eye on the statues.

Zatanna nodded, her fingers twitching as she prepared a defensive spell. “They move when you don’t see them. Don’t blink.”

“Not planning on it,” Green Arrow replied, his eyes narrowing as he heard a faint noise—something like stone grinding against stone. “We need to keep moving.”

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 town’s center, where an ominous cluster of Angels stood, arranged as if they were frozen mid-pursuit. It was there that the League lost contact.

———

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.

“They should have reported back by now,” Wonder Woman said, her voice tight with concern.

“Perhaps they’re just being cautious,” Martian Manhunter offered, though his tone suggested he wasn’t entirely convinced.

John Constantine, who had been brought in for his expertise in the occult, watched the screen with a furrowed brow. “This isn’t good,” he muttered to himself.

Finally, the communicator crackled to life. Batman immediately hit the console. “Green Arrow, report. What’s your status?”

There was a moment of static before Green Arrow’s voice came through, sounding oddly distant. “Everyone is dead, over.”

The words sent a chill through the room. The League members exchanged alarmed glances, their hearts sinking.

“Where are you now?” Batman demanded, his voice harsh with urgency.

“I’m on my way up to you, sir,” Green Arrow’s voice responded, though there was something off about his tone—something cold.

Constantine’s eyes narrowed. “Well done, Arrow, but… what did the Angels do to them?”

The silence that followed was deafening. Then Green Arrow’s voice crackled back through the comms, flat and unfeeling. “Snapped their necks, sir.”

Harsh silence rang through the Watchtower. Every member froze, their minds racing to comprehend what they had just heard.

“That’s not how the Angels kill,” Constantine muttered, more to himself than anyone else. “They displace you in time, they don’t kill you… unless… unless they need the body for something.”

Superman, unwilling to accept the grim reality, interjected. “Green Arrow, did you check the data analysis? We can check their vital signs and initiate a rescue—”

“No!” Constantine snapped, cutting him off. “Don’t be an idiot! The Angels don’t need you alive. Arrow, tell me, how did you escape?”

Another long silence, before Green Arrow responded, his voice eerily calm. “I didn’t escape. The Angels killed me too.”

John exchanged wide-eyed glances with the others, a deep sense of dread creeping into his chest. “What do you mean, ‘The Angels killed you too’?”

“Snapped my neck, guys,” came the chilling reply. “Wasn’t as painless as I expected, but it got the job done.”

Panic started to bubble up in the Watchtower. Constantine ran a hand through his hair, frustration and fear gnawing at him. “If you’re dead, how am I talking to you?”

“You’re not talking to me, Constantine,” the voice replied, now dripping with an unnatural calm. “The Angel has no voice.”

The League members exchanged horrified glances as the realization set in. This wasn’t Green Arrow speaking to them—it was something else, something using his voice.

“They stripped my cerebral cortex from my body and reanimated a version of my consciousness to communicate with you. Sorry ‘bout the confusion.”

Constantine swore under his breath, his mind racing for a solution. “So when you say you’re on your way up to us…”

“The Angels are coming up, yes,” the voice confirmed, chillingly matter-of-fact.

———

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 itself—a 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. “We can’t let them get here. We have to stop them.”

“How?” Wonder Woman asked, her voice steady but with an underlying edge of concern. “They can move faster than we can perceive if we’re not looking at them.”

“That’s the problem,” Constantine said, his voice low and grim. “There’s only one entity who might be able to help us now, but it’s a risky play.”

Batman’s eyes narrowed as he turned to the sorcerer. “Who?”

Constantine hesitated for a moment before speaking. “The King of the Infinite Realms. He’s the balance keeper of all dimensions, including time itself.”

The rest of the League looked confused, their faces reflecting their lack of knowledge about this mysterious entity. “Why haven’t we heard of this King before?” Wonder Woman asked, her brow furrowing.

“He’s not someone you want to meet,” Constantine explained, his tone somber. “He exists outside our usual understanding of reality—neither fully alive nor dead. He’s old, powerful, and not particularly fond of mortals meddling with time. But he’s our only hope of stopping the Angels.”

Batman looked around the room, gauging the reactions of his fellow Leaguers. They had faced countless threats before, but this was different—this was something that transcended the usual boundaries of their universe.

“We don’t have a choice,” Superman said finally, breaking the tension. “If these Angels are feeding on time energy, then we need someone who controls time to stop them.”

Constantine nodded, taking a deep breath. “Alright then. Stand back. This might get a little… intense.”

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 him—a dangerous mix of power and unpredictability.

The King of the Infinite Realms had arrived, but it wasn’t Clockwork.

It was Phantom.

“Phantom,” Constantine greeted, his tone respectful but tense.

The ghostly figure’s eyes scanned the room before settling on Constantine. “You’ve called upon me at a time of great peril, John Constantine. The Weeping Angels… they should not be here.”

“No kidding,” Constantine muttered. “But they are, and they’re tearing through time like a kid through wrapping paper on Christmas. We need your help.”

Phantom’s expression remained unreadable as he turned his attention to the other members of the League. They all felt a shiver of unease under his gaze—this was not a being to be trifled with.

“They are feeding on the time energy that sustains your universe,” Phantom said, his voice echoing with an ethereal power. “Their presence here disrupts the balance of reality.”

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.

———

"Beware the weeping angel. It hunts in silence, moving when you don't see. One blink, and it will take your life—sending you where no one can follow. Never look away."

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)

Chapter 1: The Eternal Babysitter

Death wasn’t as glamorous as people liked to think. Sure, there were perks—immortality, some really cool powers, and the ability to literally scare the pants off people—but 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 spot—a 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 hadn’t 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 day—no major disasters, no mass deaths—just 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.

“Danny.”

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 today—something that made Danny immediately wary.

“Hades,” Danny greeted with a nod. “What brings you to my humble abode?”

Hades stepped inside, his expression as unreadable as ever. But it was the figure standing behind him that caught Danny’s 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 black—of course—with a Stygian iron sword strapped to his side and a scowl that could rival even Danny’s on a bad day.

“Danny,” Hades began, his voice as grave as ever, “I have a favor to ask.”

Danny raised an eyebrow, leaning forward with interest. “A favor? From me? This should be good.”

Hades didn’t react to the sarcasm, simply gesturing to the boy. “This is my son, Nico di Angelo. I need you to look after him for a while.”

Danny blinked, his mind momentarily blank. “You… want me to babysit?”

Nico bristled at the term, his scowl deepening. “I don’t need a babysitter,” he muttered, crossing his arms over his chest.

Hades ignored his son’s protest, focusing entirely on Danny. “Nico is… struggling with certain aspects of his powers. I believe your experience could be beneficial to him.”

Danny stared at Hades, then at Nico, and back to Hades. “You want me, the god of death, to play mentor to your son?”

Hades gave a single, solemn nod. “Yes.”

For a moment, Danny was speechless. He’d 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.

“Look,” Danny started, rubbing the back of his neck, “I’m not exactly the nurturing type. Are you sure this is a good idea?”

Hades’ expression softened—just a fraction. “Danny, you’ve been through more than most gods can even imagine. You know what it’s like to struggle with power you never asked for. Nico needs someone who understands that.”

Danny’s initial resistance faltered at that. It was true—he 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.

“Fine,” Danny sighed, finally relenting. “But don’t blame me if he ends up more messed up than he already is.”

Nico’s eyes flashed with irritation, but he said nothing, clearly resigned to his fate.

“Thank you, Danny,” Hades said with a rare note of gratitude in his voice. He turned to Nico, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Listen to him. He’ll teach you what you need to know.”

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. “Alright, kid. Welcome to Death 101. First lesson—don’t annoy me, and I won’t send you on an express trip to the Fields of Punishment.”

Nico shot him a glare, but there was a flicker of something else in his eyes—curiosity, maybe, or at least a grudging acceptance of his situation. “Fine,” he muttered. “But I don’t need a teacher.”

Danny smirked, crossing his arms. “Oh, you’re gonna love this then. Come on, let’s start with something simple—like how to prank the other demigods.”

Nico looked up, surprised. “Prank?”

Danny’s grin widened. “Yep. If you’re stuck with me, we’re gonna have some fun. Besides, it’s about time someone shook things up at those demigod camps.”

For the first time since they met, Nico’s expression softened, just a little. “Alright,” he said, almost smiling. “What’s the plan?”

Danny couldn’t help but feel a little proud. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. He had millennia of experience and a new apprentice who clearly needed to lighten up.

“Let’s go give those campers a taste of what it’s like to mess with the god of death,” Danny said with a wink.

Nico, still uncertain but intrigued, nodded. “Lead the way.”

———

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.

“So,” Nico asked, trying to sound nonchalant, “what’s the plan?”

Danny grinned, pulling a handful of small, glowing orbs from his pocket. “Ghost orbs. They’re 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.”

Nico’s eyes widened slightly, a spark of mischief igniting in their depths. “You’ve done this before?”

Danny shrugged. “Maybe once or twice. Or a hundred times. But who’s counting?”

Nico took one of the orbs, examining it closely. “And this is supposed to help me… how?”

“By reminding you that you don’t always have to be so serious,” Danny replied, giving him a gentle nudge. “You’ve got a lot of power, kid. Learning to have fun with it is just as important as learning to control it.”

Nico hesitated, but then, with a small smirk that was almost identical to Danny’s, he nodded. “Alright. Let’s do it.”

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 wasn’t 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 hadn’t been there in a long time. He turned to Danny, who was watching the scene with a proud grin.

“Okay,” Nico admitted, “that was kind of fun.”

Danny laughed, clapping him on the back. “See? There’s more to being the son of Hades than gloom and doom. Stick with me, and I’ll show you all the tricks of the trade.”

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 wasn’t smiling, not fully, but there was a new lightness to him that hadn’t been there before.

“Thanks,” Nico said after a moment, his voice softer, more sincere.

“Anytime, kid,” Danny replied, genuinely. “Now, how about we teach you some real ghost powers?”

Crack posts.

Kitten Danny

Haunted Doll

Free Hugs

Danny the Professional annoyance

Is it a Birdy or the Devil?

BatBlob

Danny reforms Pariah Dark in DC

Talia x Danny - Exes who get back together

Operation Blackmail. Infinite Realms Regents kidnap BatKids to save Danny

Ellie marries Lady Gotham

Danny declares war on Gotham's curses

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.

The Batkids, certified little shits, hanging around him to fuel the rumors and throw people off Bruce’s scent: Hi dad! :)

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?

After Danny patches these kid-gilantes up on his roof, he comes to a decision

They’re good kids, capable kids (two of them are older than him but shh), but that doesn’t mean they should have to do it all alone

Danny doesn’t fight human criminals, not unless they’re government sanctioned, and he’s retired in Gotham

Retired from punching things as a ghost

You know what he’s 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 Tim’s 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 “welcome to the city” present

The kids were all so damn happy to have this lovely “civilian” dad who TOTALLY decked the Joker and has mad first aid but isn’t ACTUALLY a vigilante

Until one day Steph is first to his roof

And finds a wrapped box

With a note

“For my little birds”

And it has presents in it??? For all of them??? She’s 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 can’t 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 Ra’s 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 doesn’t 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 Ivy’s up to, to see what he’ll do

To set up a fake rogue heist on his store to see what he’ll 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 he’s 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 “aw gee the power went out, I told them to fix that” routine loudly every time but no one is fooled)

And then one day, Bruce is off world with more than half the League’s heavy hitters, and here comes Darkseid or Brainiac taking advantage

Even Red Hood’s called in officially, it’s an all hands on deck and they don’t have a single Kryptonian

Or do they?

Cuz there’s a sudden blast of heat vision searing a spaceship in half, and someone is definitely flying next to it

He’s got white hair though, and Lazarus green eyes, and no one’s 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 it’s their new white haired friend holding it up, freezing the onrushing hoard solid

I love this!!!

Yes

Absolutely

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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."

"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? "

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.

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."

"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."

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 “well he fell for me and I love pathetic so I’m marrying this one. Which is he?”

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 “Red Robin”

Danny sees her enough times to know she’s the purple one and not actually his husband but dammit he likes a good bit so they’re partners in crime

Dick shares the fmk video from his official Nightwing page captioned “well he nearly killed one of us”

(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

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.

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 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.

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.

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!