Ghost chirps au but instead of the cute little bird songs and peeps it’s just-
“CAW”
Like a giant crow or flock of crows if there’s more than one ghost. Danny being able to gather all of Gotham’s crows, as a giant army because he sounds like them.
Crows: Who tf are you
Danny: CAW
Crows: Say less homie
He’s named every last one of them and has trained them all to pick locks and steal. He’s respected by the crows because he’s the only one with dexterous hands. If they can’t open something they call in the big guns (AKA Danny) Like imagine being a Gothamite and watching a enormous flock of crows seemingly summoning a scrawny child out nowhere to unlock a dumpster? Like they’re crowding around him like he’s the messiah, a god even and they all just squawk in unison when the kid pulls out a bobby pin and picks the padlock. They’re dropping, coins, bottle caps, earrings, bullet shells, anything vaguely shiny and the occasional paper money into his hands.
The kid has a necklace of soda tabs and bottle cap earrings. He also just walks around collecting beer bottles and later sells little glass statues that have a bioluminescent glow (HC that Danny can melt and shape glass with weaker ecto blasts) Glowing glass jewelry is weaved into his hair that is seemingly a identity confirmation for the crows.
Nobody knows the kids name he just showed up one day with his massive army of crows and started to wander. After around a month of the kid wandering around without a care in the world and not dying the locals decide “Huh, I guess crow prince is here to stay,” Like, they accept him as a local cryptid.
Like “Yeah, crow king just kind of vibes but if you give him food, he’ll bash in a pedophiles kneecaps,”
Shit goes down When Danny discovers his chirps can also sound like geese.
Instead of ghosts the fentons are obsessed with the Fae. They do a ritual and accidently sell there son danny to the Morrigan. After being chased from amity park danny end up in Gotham to learn his new crow power and Fae magic.
The Morrigan didn't need the boy but things had gotten boring, and with some encouragement from the time god, she choose to adopt the child when he was presented to her. She can now say this was the best choice! She loves her new chaos son! He's so entertaining and she knows literal chaos gremlins!
(Im thinking of making Danny a literal crow prince and Irish demigod with whatever crow powers you could imagine. you do you.)
The Fentons are obsessed with ghosts and a majority of canon happened.
However.
Jacks parents where obsessed with the fae and sold their grandchildren to the Morrígan (honestly they never thought Jack would reproduce, they love their son but what woman in her right mind would want kids with him).
Danny is basically her demigod son through fae magick and her claim has influenced his life.
Morrígan is known for inciting warriors to battle. Ghosts can’t help wanting to throw down with Danny
Morrígan is often represented as a guardian of Ireland and protector of its people. Danny is the guardian of the Fenton portal and protects Amity park
Morrígan is described as a trio of sisters. Danny has his clone sibs Dani and Dan.
Morrígan is linked to Banshees. Danny has his ghostly wail
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So! Danny works by Fae Rules, Names and all, but he has no idea about that because he was forced to run away from Home (and the Ghost portal) before his Ghostly Education could be completed.
He runs to Gotham and eventually gets a job at Starbucks, or some other Cafe.
He has to ask the question "Could I get your name please?" A LOT while working there. And unintentionally steals hundreds of Names by the end of his first day, much less a week or a month into his job.
One day, Constantine visits Gotham for a Meeting with Batman, but by the time he gets to the Meeting Point he has bigger issues to discuss.
"Why the hell does half of your City belong to a Fae Lord?!"
I like to think that once Danny has their name he doesn't give it up or forget it, without even realizing he's doing it.
You come into the shop once, just to check out the shop or because it was nearby, and that barista remembers your name from then on, greets you with it, writes it on the cup before you even tell him what should go in it. It doesn't matter if your second visit is months later, after a haircut or even with a mask on for flu season. Give him your name once and you never have to give it again, it's his now.
At first it's kind of touching, that this barista remembers everyone's name, no matter how plain or unassuming, but when Red Robin stops in at the end of a longer-than-normal patrol to be greeted with his civilian name it becomes a problem.
Danny has always remembered the names of everyone who has visited the shop while he manned the register. It's something he's become really good at since he tripped in The Portal and became a Realms Ghost, knowing peoples names after they introduced themselves once before. He doesn't know why, really, cause with all the brain damage he's had since then, you'd think that it would cause him more problems...
Anyways, he's owned and worked at this coffee shop since he got here (under an alias, of course). He likes this job a lot! He gets to meet so many interesting people, and he gets to make their day when they come in, and they get greeted by their name, despite occasionally coming into the building for months! Plus, sometimes they order "The Danny Special", which is just where Danny makes them a coffee or tea based on Their Vibe™.
Sometimes, he knows exactly what they need from the moment they walk in, ans other times the moment they order The Danny Special he knows instantly what they need to get through the day. It generally depends on how long hes known them, he thinks.
Anyways, tonight, he's covering a double since one of his part-timers shifts cause their wife went into labour last night, and he agreed to cover. He only asked that in return he gets to meet the baby once they're more settled! After all, meeting people is important.
It's nearing closing time at this point, and Danny's been working since 10am, which is weird, cause working a 14 hour shift would make any other person exhausted... maybe it's cause he always feels excited and energized after meeting new people? It's generally a big rush of energy to meet someone new, and apparently The Danny Special went viral on Tiktok a few days ago when one of the regulars decided (with permission) to tell their followers how much they adored it. They even filmed the interaction where he made it up and called over to them with their name before they even could say hi or that this would be the day they were filming.
And now, with it being 11:55, Danny has started to get the shop closed up. He's decided to start to stay open later (with him being the staff at night) so that he can serve the goons and other criminals that need something to get them through the night. They all have been warned the first time that they came in that if anyone starts shit in his shop, they're not allowed back in, and they all knew from the sudden glowing eyes (and something deep within themselves, something primal, knowing and scared) that they didn't want to even try.
This coffee shop is one of the very few Neutral Grounds in Gotham, and everyone wants to keep it that way.
It's also why the occasional Bat or Bird could come in and not get attacked. Although, it's only Nightwing comes in on his fairly rare trips to Gotham without having something big to go after that comes in. Danny somehow knows (deeper than what should be just common sense, why is he so fixated on this?) that Nightwing isn't his real name.
It doesn't really matter, but Danny hopes that one day the rest of the Bats and Birds will come in too.
Today seems like the first day for that. Red Robin has walked through the door, the last of his customershaving left a few minutes ago, and Danny brightens on instinct and states, "Hello Tim Drake-!" Before freezing.
Red Robin has also frozen with a sharp inhale.
Shit, how does Danny know Red Robin's True Name...?
After moving to Gotham and having to deal with a stressful job, Danny has started taking walks around the city as a way to destress.
Since he knows that he could get mugged, he just becomes intangible and invisible while listening to some loud music on his phone.
Unfortunately for him, his control on his Invisibility keeps slipping when he gets lost in his music, and the people of Gotham keep seeing a semi-translucent ghost man walking around at night aimlessly.
Some thugs think it’s just a meta with invisibility and try to mug him, but pass right through and he disappears completely. This convinces them that he is a ghost, since having both invisibility, and intangibility would be too big a coincidence. Not to mention he never reacts to them whatsoever.
The Bat’s get word that a Ghost has been stalking the streets of Gotham, and he looks scarily like Bruce Wayne from the little they have been able to see from him. Now Batman thinks his dad may have come back as a ghost.
Danny is oblivious to all of this. He just likes his nightly strolls.
In the Final book of the Demigods and Magicians short series, percy hosts Nechbet becomes her eye and uses her power. During this time he activates a Combat Avatar and flies over Liberty Island without Zeus shooting him down, so he is allowed to fly by himself as long as he is in a combat avatar. At the end of the book he gives her up, but is that the end?
In the Throne of fire, Sadie uses the power of Isis even when she is not hosting her, so does carter with the power of horus. Can percy do the same if her studies Egyptian Magic is my question.
Just imagine Percy in the middle of a Capture the Flag game turning on a Combat Avatar and flying over the other players. or Since we see that they can make a Partial Combat Avatar can he just manifest the wings and fly like an angel. Just imagine it.
After moving to Gotham and having to deal with a stressful job, Danny has started taking walks around the city as a way to destress.
Since he knows that he could get mugged, he just becomes intangible and invisible while listening to some loud music on his phone.
Unfortunately for him, his control on his Invisibility keeps slipping when he gets lost in his music, and the people of Gotham keep seeing a semi-translucent ghost man walking around at night aimlessly.
Some thugs think it’s just a meta with invisibility and try to mug him, but pass right through and he disappears completely. This convinces them that he is a ghost, since having both invisibility, and intangibility would be too big a coincidence. Not to mention he never reacts to them whatsoever.
The Bat’s get word that a Ghost has been stalking the streets of Gotham, and he looks scarily like Bruce Wayne from the little they have been able to see from him. Now Batman thinks his dad may have come back as a ghost.
Danny is oblivious to all of this. He just likes his nightly strolls.
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Do u take requests or ideas that you can make it into a prompt??? Cause i have one....
What if Danny is the reincarnated version of Thomas/ Martha Wayne and as he got the crown and had his coronation. He remembered all of his previous lives previously and proceeds to do to the dc dimension to see his/her son but as he went their Danny saw a veey injured Batman and proceeds to help him as quickly as possible , what he didn't realize that while applying Batman some first aid Danny kept muttering it will he okay in a tone only Bruce will know seeing that he got some fair share scrapped knee .
Danny also didn't realize that he was humming a lost lullaby that only Bruce know as he grew up falling asleep with his parents voice.
When Batman woke up in the cave he wanted to review the audio and visual of his cams from his cowl as he found out that somebody gave him first aid and pressed his emergency button to notify his children.
What he didn't expect is that the visual may be too late to recover but the lullaby will forever haunt his mind seeing that lullaby.
Danny stayed in the dc dimension without noticing the crisis that he gave to Bruce instead looked forward in meeting his grandchildren as well exploring the things that his son have done
If u dont take requests u can ignore this but lemme tell u that i look forward to every update cause i love all of your dp x dc prompts (≧▽≦)(≧▽≦)(≧▽≦) keep up the good work
Bruce having a crisis is always fun /j
I love the idea honestly, Bruce recognizing the lullaby but with an unknown voice must be scary for him. What if Bruce suspected that instead of being his father it was someone from the court of owls playing with his head?
We know that they at least spied on his parents, and taking that into account I think the first conclusion he would jump to would be "the court is making fun of me by imitating what my parents did" instead of "My father reincarnation"
Of course, one of his children points out that this did not make sense because the mystery person cured him. But it's too late to get the idea out of his head and Batman begins his research.
This has no result and Bruce begins to fall into more unlikely theories: One of his parents was revived, some necromancer, the court is playing with him, there is a new villain that brings out your deepest desire with singing, etc.
Danny is just exploring Gotham and a lot of the bats come across him in weird situations but since he's a civilian they just shrug and take him for a down on luck person.
Seeing the obvious problem, Alfred sends Bruce on a trip to the planetarium with his children (there were quite a few exhibits that interested the kids), he meets Danny there, who greets him happily. Bruce doesn't get it until he hears Danny humming the lullaby while looking to the constellations.
Since he doesn't see more options because he is "Brucie Wayne" at the moment, he invites him to a dinner to talk about the new exhibition. Danny is happy to agree, and while the entire Batfamily is suspicious, he is happy to meet his grandchildren.
Dead on Main reincarnations of Thomas and Martha Wayne
Jason was Thomas and Danny was Martha
Jason never told anyone how familiar the manor felt. He knew he was the only one of Bruce’s kids who had never gotten lost, but it was never talked about. Jason also never talked about how he would run his finger along his guns at times. (They could kill, but they would protect. Jason would protect his family(He wouldn’t fail this time.))
Danny never told anyone how easy it was to accompany Sam to her parent’s parties. The first time he really spoke at one, Sam’s parents had been begrudgingly impressed, and Sam had been very confused. (He didn’t know how to explain he could remember walking through galas like a storm. He couldn’t explain it anymore than he could explain his fascination with pearls.)
Very few employees at Wayne Industries had been there when the Wayne’s died, since it had been almost 40 years since. Still, those who remained were astounded by Danny Fenton, a boy who was just as convincing as the late Martha Wayne. (It was an open secret that when the Wayne Couple were alive, Martha had run the company more than Thomas had. It was also an open secret in Gotham that Wayne Industries had thrived under her guidance.)
Soon, Danny was invited to a gala as part of a fundraiser for the Aerospace Department. He hadn’t planned to go, but Sam had begged him to go, since she had to go with her family. Finally, he agreed, but not before making it known he would be wearing a dress.(part of that reason was because he wanted to scandalize people. The other part of that reason was because he’d started wearing dresses more often lately. While his teenage self would’ve never done that, he was a lot more comfortable with his masculinity. (The fact that he looked amazing in dresses didn’t hurt.)
Jason had not wanted to go to the gala, but Alfred had requested that he attend. Jason had agreed after serious pressure from Alfred, but since he agreed so late, he wasn’t going to go get a suit tailored. Instead, he went through some clothes that were in the storage closet and found a nice suit that fit him perfectly. (he didn’t understand why Alfred froze when he saw the suit. When he went to remove it, not wanting to make Alfie upset, Alfred told him softly that he should wear it. He wouldn’t argue with Alfred.)
Danny got there just in time to avoid the media circus and slipped in quietly. He let his instinct guide him when talking, and ignored the way that most of the older crowd looked at him as if he had just gone ghost in front of them. (It was bad. One lady seems like she was about to cry when he stopped to talk to her. Another man who is in his late 60s seems like he was about to faint.)
Jason got there early, and tried to avoid most of the party. He didn’t talk to people, but most of them just stared at him with an uneasiness that made him more uncomfortable. This wasn’t the first gala he’d been to since coming back, but he didn’t often make very many appearances. (He didn’t understand why they all look so spooked though or why one older woman looked a second away from a heart attack when he asked her if she knew what time it was)
Jason was so focused on how everyone was reacting that he didn’t notice he was going to walk into someone until it was too late. He looked up, an apology on his tongue, but it swiftly died as he made eye contact with blue eyes )
Danny, after having another weird interaction with someone(this time an older man named Falcone, who wouldn’t stop making eye contact and seemed almost horrified) was just focused on getting some food before he had to leave. He wasn’t focused on his surroundings, so he didn’t realize until it was too late that he had walked right into someone. He looked up, ready to apologize and try to placate whatever socialite he had offended, but the words turned ash in his mouth.
The entire gala was silent as Thomas and Martha Wayne stared into each other‘s eyes again.
This idea just hit me after doomscrolling the “danny fenton is thomas wayne reincarnated” tag, plus those posts where he’s just straight-up an AU Thomas Wayne. and I was like… wait. this could actually work.
what if Amity Park is basically an alternate Gotham from Thomas Wayne’s era. same people, different universe and era . Thomas doesn’t get powers, Danny does. that + the HUGE difference in upbringing: Gotham elite vs. whatever category the Fentons fall into (middle-class? working parents? mad scientist vibes? debatable).
ANYWAY—
universe collapse happens. portals start opening between Amity and Gotham.
picture this: Lucius Fox, minding his business, having a perfectly nice afternoon,
and then—
a teenager drops into his living room.
the kid looks EXACTLY like him in his youth
EXACTLY.
same face, same eyes, same everything—except:
he’s wearing aggressively 2000s clothes
he’s holding some kind of half-broken tech gadget
and he looks like he just got shoved through reality without consent
imagine how insane that is already, but then the kid starts asking where he is, says he’s from Amity Park (a town that Lucius’s computer confirms does NOT exist), and introduces himself as Tucker Foley.
logically? obviously this must be the long-lost son of some woman Lucius doesn’t remember. obviously. definitely not a multiverse thing. definitely not an alternate version of himself.
and THEN—
another portal opens. a young Thomas Wayne shows up, grabs his friend, drags him back through the portal. no explanations. none. just gone.
Danny at the tender age of 23, has had a bad month. He had just lost his job as an interpreter with his company due to rejecting the advances of one of the older female bosses and his landlord was trying to screw him over on rent.
It honestly surprised him when he woke up one day with his wrists bound in front of him and trapped in a tube. He had been out of the hero game since the portals closed up years ago and Vlad lost his powers, so it had been a while since the whole "kidnapping" thing had happened to him.
He looked out through the glass of the tube as he turned intangible to let the IV needles fall out of his arms. There luckly wasn't any glowing green goo in the tube with him, but he doubts it will stay that way long as the scientists outside his containment chatted happily about "the discovery of the decade!" Ick.
He waits till they're gone before turning intangible slipping out of his tube and heading straight for the computer. He knew how to hack, but he was low on time and needed to know exactly what was going on, so some ghostly meddling with electronics were necessary. Sorry Tuck.
It was at this moment he found out several things.
1. Danny had apparently been here for several months instead of the few days he had initially assumed
2. He was found somewhere in his own thermos, asleep. Luckily they haven't been able to replicate any technology from it.
3. Superheros were a very real thing now. How long had he been asleep?
4. He had been cloned. Again. But this time he had someone else's DNA mixed in with the clones to make them more stable and intelligent. Some guy named Red Robin. Huh. Was that his real name or...?
Danny took a deep breath before locating his new clone kids. Ellie would be thrilled...if she was still around that is. He could think about that later, right now he had to grab his babies-and oh ancients- they were babies! The oldest of the three looked four years old at most and the youngest looked only a few hours. He was still all pink and alien looking.
Luckily his children didn't fight him when he picked them up and flew through the walls with them. He made a mental note to teach them stranger danger when he came across a large red button.
You won't believe what it was labeled as. Yep. A self destruct button. How cliché. Whatever. He pushed it and sirens immediately started to go off and he continued flying them through walls before exited into a dark gothic city he knew Sam would immediately love.
Somehow he managed to immediately land a job as a linguist for Wayne tech. Probably thanks to the three small kids he had and the panicked look on his face. Bruce was a really chill dude.
Batman however, was a prick. He met the guy weeks after his run in with Bruce and he kept popping up after he found out the clone babies were partially from one of his birds and trying to take custody away from him or convince him to give them up. Danny retaliated by spreading the rumor/truth that his kids where Red Robins from creepy cloning scientists that kidnapped him before immediately moving out of Gotham and into Fawcett City to work for a competitors company. This way Red couldn't legally go after him for custody without revealing his identity :)
This is how Red Robin, at the tender age of 25, learned he had kids with a man named Daniel Nightengale. Not only that, Bruce knew about them and didn't tell him.
Danny made it clear that if any of the Gotham Rouges tried to follow him and harm his kids they would come back missing a hand. Joker found out the hard way that he wasn't bluffing.
Shazams old guy mentor almost has an aneurysm when he senses the freaking GHOST KING living in Fawcett. Danny is also much more powerful then ever before and accidentally made the power go out in half the city when he got truly angry with Batman.
Please stop giving me more hyper fixations relating to Danny Phantom and Batman crossovers I keep needing more to the point where I need to write it to satisfy my needs.
Danny had left a mark on Gotham when he left with his kids in tow, trying to avoid a freaking custody battle with BATMAN. Literally a man dressed like a bat that ran around in the night and beat up criminals. If the fact that superheroes were now a common thing wasn’t enough, imagine having a custody battle with one for three clones of yourself. It’s weird.
The bigger mark may have been the fact that Danny may or may not have mangled one of the most dangerous criminals of the city, the Joker. A stupid idiot of a man who thought it was a good idea to steal his kids to taunt Batman with. Since apparently the truth about their other clone dad happening to be Red Robin, one of Batman’s birds, had circled to him and he thought killing kids would be fun. Now he was in an actual hospital because he terrified Danny’s kids, left one too many bruises (which was a single small bruise on his oldest cheek after being smack for biting, Danny was proud but also livid that anyone would ever lay a hand on his daughter). Did he go overboard in tearing apart the facility and they literally tearing off the maniacs arm? Maybe. But he did warn everyone that if they hurt any of his kids, he was coming for blood.
They were just lucky he didn’t kill anyone.
So he had three kids with him, was now working for a competitors company of Bruce Wayne’s in Faucett City, and building up a new life. He felt a little bad for ditching Wayne Corps for LexCorp, the Wayne company had some amazing benefits and holidays, not to mention it was a very chill environment. But he could not handle dealing with Batman every goddamn night.
LexCorp had some pretty decent benefits as well, not as amazing as the Wayne Company but it was way better than other jobs had to offer. And again. Three kids to feed. Three kids that may or may not be half ghost as well. He never got that far on the files at that creepy kidnapper place, too focused on leaving. All he knew was that they had half of his DNA, and half of this Red Robin’s DNA (of which he had yet to meet this dude.) The oldest was his daughter, who he named Asterope (Aster for short), named after a member of the Pleiades open star cluster, as well as one of the Pleiades sisters from Greek mythology. She was smart in a way that reminded Danny of Jazz, and she had a fierce fire in her heart like Danny himself. She was the one who bit one of the Joker’s henchmen when they threatened her younger siblings. She was only four, which broke Danny’s heart to see such a serious look on her face from time to time, and he was determined to make sure she didn’t have to raise the younger siblings like Jazz had to raise Danny. He wanted to see her serious face when she argued why she needed an extra scoop of ice cream, not why she could stay home alone and watch the younger two. The middle child, about 2 years old from what Danny read, was a shy boy. Danny named him Kapteyn (he seemed to enjoy the nickname, Teynny) after the Red Dwarf star that had so much proper motion it would move from its recorded position and go missing, as well as Danny picked a red dwarf star as a relation to the ‘Red’ Robin. Like his sister, he had an intelligence to him in his owlish eyes. He rarely spoke, and wasn’t as brash as Aster, but he had a knack for well timed distractions. More than once had Aster snuck extra snacks from behind Danny’s back while Tyenny knocked over a glass or made a new noise. Little troublemakers and Danny was quite proud of the pair. And his youngest, only a couple of months old, he named Vela. The smallest recorded star. She was going to be the death of Danny, she was so small and he constantly feared the worst happening to her. All three children had black hair and blue eyes, though Vela and Aster had paler blue eyes while Tyenny had richer blue eyes. Yet Tyenny and Vela had signs of freckles while Aster lacked them. It gave Danny a small idea of what this Red Robin could look like but it wouldn’t be enough. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to meet the guy.
Only because Batman was so aggressive about custody, what would he expect from the guy who was trained by him and the actual other father?
Danny didn’t want to know.
He had been doing fine without being a hero every second of his life, and he would do fine now. He wasn’t sure if he still held his title as Ghost King after his disappearance, he still didn’t know if his friends and family were still alive based on the time he seemed to lose, and he couldn’t really check on it because he couldn’t drag his kids across the planet looking for them OR leave them for a day.
So his plan? Get settled. Use a nice cushy job for money, and dig up information the human way. Through the Internet and normal human transportation. (Yet Aster was showing signs of being half ghost, and he would be more surprised if the other two were fully human, so traveling through the ghost zone wasn’t an impossible idea.)
The idea of his kids being half ghosts also put a fear into him related to his other clone, Dani. Dani had been unstable when he first discovered her, and he had watched other clones of himself destabilize into green goo. And his fear was that one day he would wake up to find those piles of goo and his kids gone. None of them showed any signs of destabilizing, but that didn’t ease his fears any. He even debated bringing them to a hospital for a check up, just to see if everything was okay. Maybe even bring them to Frostbite one day to confirm or deny any ghostliness being passed down.
He flopped onto the couch of his new apartment in Fawcett city, warm bottle in hand for Vela, his youngest gently cradled in the other, and Aster playing some sort of chase game with Tyenny. He’d need to make dinner soon, mac and cheese (he needed to learn more recipes, his single life meals were not the most nutritious things his kids should be eating on a daily basis). Being Ghost King? Easy! You wave a hand and ghosts leave, you punch Skulker in the face to back off, strength determined everything. Being a Dad?
Oh. Oh boy that was more difficult.
He had to feed his kids at regular times instead of his usually eat when he hungry. He had to tuck them into bed. Tyenny and Aster were potty trained but Vela was a baby and therefore needed regular changes. She needed to be fed more. She woke up in the middle of the night crying either for food, a diaper change, or comfort. Tyenny and Aster had horrible night terrors that Danny also had to comfort. Sleep was almost non-existent.
Then he also had to work.
He needed babysitters or just take his kids with him. The manager above him at LexCorp said it was fine to bring his kids with him, but that they also had a daycare he could leave them at. He couldn’t leave them anymore though. Last time he did that they got kidnapped.
He wasn’t dealing with that again.
He leaned back slightly, watching his kids laugh as they tripped over each other.
He wouldn’t trade anything in the world for them though.
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“What do you mean that I have kids?!” Tim fumed, glaring at Bruce with a burning gaze.
Bruce, still wearing his cowl, let out a small ‘hrmph’. It wasn’t an answer.
Tim hissed and brought up the papers he printed, papers containing information he came across by ACCIDENT. Information that should have been shared with him the moment Bruce got ahold of it. “Batman is trying to steal my kids, Red Robin is the father?! Gothams custody battle of the century?!?” Tim shook the paper, “were you planning on telling me AFTER bringing back three kids that apparently have my DNA?”
“They’re clones, Tim. It was a sensitive matter. And Daniel Nightingale has made this more difficult than it needed to be. I would have told you-,”
“You SHOULD have told me the moment you found out! Now this man has left Gotham with all three kids! My clones! I should be the one dealing with this!” Tim scowled, “why did they even clone me? How did they get my DNA?”
“They got it when you leave it all over the streets.”
Bruce and Tim turned to see Jason standing near one of his bikes, lazily looking at his hands like he was uninterested in their conversation. If it wasn’t for his helmet, Tim would have sworn he had the smuggest look on his face.
“This conversation has nothing to do with you,” Tim hissed.
“Whoa, Red got teeth tonight,” Jason hummed.
“Shut up. I’m going to find them myself and get to the bottom of this,” Tim shoved past Bruce, anger clear on his face.
“Do you even know where to look?”
Tim whipped his head to Jason, “like you would know.”
“I do know. A couple of days ago the Joker was admitted into emergency care, he doesn’t have a left arm anymore. Some of my sources say he took your little clone babies and something else came after them madder than a mother hen. I made a point to keep track of the kids after that.”
“Why the hell would you do that?”
“Because whatever mangled the Joker is a best friend my books. Never had I ever seen that bastard so terrified of shadows in my entire life. If I find the kids, I find the person who saved them, and then I can personally thank them for giving the clown what he deserves.”
“Show me the way.”
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Danny. Was fucking. Exhausted.
One week into his job.
One weeks.
Ancients.
He has had 2 hours of sleep.
LexCorp was a bad idea.
He should go back to Gotham.
At least Batman is somewhat civil.
This entire thing is a mess.
Here Danny stood, Vela in one arm, Tyenny in the other, and Aster clinging to his leg.
Some sort of… flying magic man in a red skin suit with a big lightning bolt on it was throwing some sort of robot through the wall. Danny was just doing his job when this all started. He didn’t know how it all started. He just wanted to leave. He was pretty sure this was getting into hallucination territory.
He managed to make it to the ground floor without much trouble (thanks to intangibility and his kids super chill with his ghost power use.) He then walked right through a wall, existing the building, and coming face to face with Lex Luthor himself. The boss of bosses. Head of LexCorp.
They stared at each other, then Danny scowled as he noticed a glint in the man’s eye that he knew all too well. It’s easy to spot when your arch-nemesis had the same look. “I don’t think I’m a great fit here.” He huffed and pushed past the billionaire, only for him to chuckle and turn around.
“Those are the alleged Red Robin clones, aren’t they?” Neither we’re paying much mind to the building being destroying by flying man in red and his robot enemy.
“And you are an evil rich white man. I should have known. At least Wayne didn’t have any active brain cells to be evil. No thoughts run though that man’s head.”
“I can protect them-.”
Danny held up a hand to stop him, “no. Nope. No. Fuck off.” He was not dealing with this, walking away and whispering to his kids, “don’t say fuck unless someone REALLY deserves it.”
Danny heard a click behind him, and he blamed his lack of sleep on being to slow to turn intangible as the bullet went through his head.
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Tim screamed as he leapt at the bald man, anger shooting through him as he saw Daniel Nightingale fall and the three small children with him begin to wail in distress.
Tim saw the bullet go through the mans head, and he was too slow to prevent another death. If Bruce had just told him sooner, this may have never happened!
Tim brought down his staff, but a henchmen got in his way and took the hit. More began to circle around him, just as Jason came to a halt behind him and bearing dual pistols. He took a step towards Daniel’s figure when the kids hissed at him, only the small baby still cradled in Daniels arms crying while the other two put on brave faces with tears in their eyes. Jason turned his gaze to the surrounding henchmen when movement caught everyone’s eyes.
From the man who was supposed to be dead.
Daniel Nightingale shifted, slowly dragging a free hand in a position to push himself up, baby still in his arms and slowly calming down as he whispered to them. He turned his head and everyone froze, toxic green eyes blazing. He gently handed the baby to the four year old, gently getting her to sit to make it easier to hold the baby. Once the three children are gathered and sitting is when he turns, shadows along his face making it seem unnatural, terrifying as he steps towards Luthor.
“You scared my children. Surely you heard what happens to the people who do such horrible things?”
Tim didn’t see what happened next, it was like the entire area was dipped into shadows, all he heard was screaming and cracking.
When it was all over, broken men lay on the ground around the vigilantes, and Daniel was crouched over the three kids, checking them for injuries. He glanced back at the two, eyes lingering on Jason for much longer than Tim. “I’m assuming one of you is Red Robin?”
Tim slowly raised a hand.
“I need a fucking nap. And it’s time for you to pay child support.”
Tim isn't entirely sure why he allowed Daniel to practically drag him by the hand to the other guys apartment, but he was glad he did. The place seemed homey, comfortable and tidy despite it being obviously lived in.
Mr. Nightengale had locked the door before smiling at them. A heavyness filled the air making it hard to breath and sending a shiver up Tim's spine, and by the way Jason stiffened next to him he knew he felt it too. "Here's whats going to happen." The ravenette began, "You're going to watch your kids for a few hours while I take a shower and a nap."
Red Robin gave him a confused look, "Whats stopping us from taking the kids and leaving?"
The smirk on Daniels face told him enough. "You saw what I did to those guys in just three seconds. Imagine what I could do to you if you were to actually kidnap them." And with that, he walked into a the master bedroom and presumably the attached bathroom because Tim heard the shower start a few minutes later.
Jason took a look around before turning towards the kids, "So what do you guys do for fun around here?"
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Danny stirred in his bed sometime in the evening, the siren song of a fresh cooked meal rousing him from his slumber. Oh ancients. When was the last time he had something that smelled that good?
Shuffling out of his bedroom and down the hall to the living room and kitchen he saw Red Hood standing in front of the stove cooking a rather large meal. Danny had to keep himself from salivating as he saw it, chicken fried rice, cheese enchiladas with a side of chips and salsa. Danny could kiss this man!
"Hello sleeping beauty!" Hood greeted through the voice modulator in his helmet. Realizing he had been staring he blushed and rubbed the back of his neck, "Morning Hood. Thank you for cooking dinner. I slept longer than I thought I would."
Red Robin smiled up at him from the couch where the kids were sitting on either side of him while the Pokemon Movie 3 played on the TV. Again. Ancients, he was getting sick of that movie but Aster just couldn't get enough of it.
Moving to sit next to Teynny on the couch, "How were the kids? Did they give you any trouble?"
"Not really. We've watched movies and colored most of the day. You should have seen Hood with the Dora coloring book!"
"The Dora the explorer one?" Danny asked, trying and failing to imagine the big buff guy sitting at his kids play table coloring with them.
"The very same."
"Hey!" Hood called from the kitchen, "If we're talking about ridiculous things then why don't you tell your boyfriend about your first ever diaper change?"
That caught Dannys attention, "What happened?" He asked at the same time Red Robin groaned and sunk into the couch.
Luckily Teynny chose that time to intervene on his fathers behalf and shoved his Fletchinder plushie into Red Robins hands. Danny had somehow fostered a deep love for pokemon and animals into his kids without meaning to and now the kids were obsessed with them. So much so that he had to learn how to make stuffed animals himself just because he could never find the ones his kids wanted at the stores or online. He had noticed before that Fletchinder probably reminded the kids of Red Robin -which was probably why he was forced to make an antire basket of the birds.
Danny was taken aback when Red flung the bird in a way that made it look like it was flying into the other room. He understood a moment later when his son grabbed his stuffed pokeball and ran after it, giggling the entire while. At this very moment Asters favorite pokemon, Fluffy appeared on the screen and she hopped off the couch and ran over to it and shoved her own stuffed Flaffy (made with sparkly pink fabrics at his daughter's request) into the screen.
"Uh, what is she doing?" Red asked as thier son returned with the bird and made him throw another one.
Danny huffed out a laugh, "She's making sure Sparkles gets to see her friend."
"Ah."
Vela, thier baby girl, began to get fussy from where she was laying in Tim's arm, the horn of her unicorn onesie smooshed against the red of the robins chest armor. "Mm. Its her dinner time. She hates when its late."
Red didn't even ask questions, he just got up and went to feed her. Danny followed behind him to the kitchen where Red Hood was finishing up. "So." Danny began somewhat awkwardly as he watched the bird make a bottle with his one free hand, "What days do you want?"
Both of the men froze, "What do you mean?" Hood asked, as he plated some of the rice.
"For visitation. What days do you want to swing by?"
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Danny had learned that the safest place for his kids to be right now was in the spotlight. The more people who knew about them the harder it would be to for someone to run off with them and hide them, *cough* batman *cough* so he made sure everyone in thier mother knew about his kids and thier -annoyingly famous- Father. How? Social media.
Let's just say his followers got lots of pictures of Red Hood and Red Robin playing with pokemon toys and coloring books alongside his kids. If his social media was soon flooded with the drawings his kids drew of them and a mysterious figure in a black and white jumpsuit then that was no ones business but hisown.
Not that it stopped people from speculating and coming up with wild (and admittedly entertaining) theories
@im-totally-not-an-alien-2 here’s some world building and i added my favourite phantom elf au cause it works amazingly in this context
Here’s the thing.
Danny did extensive research into whether Amity Park was still around. Answer is: Maybe.
He looked into the possibility of this being a different universe kind of situation. That came back negative even though nothing really comes up about Amity Park on the internet other then a single news article about the Mayor election that Danny remembers vividly because Plasmius. Ugh.
He looked into the possibility of a time jump and actually did confirm that it has been 200 years which sucks but he was expecting it and he will grieve AFTER he searches the Ghost Zone for his family and friends.
He has opened small portals into the Ghost Zone and yes it is still exactly the way he left it before this whole situation and yes he is still The King. Skulker was ecstatic that he “has come out of hiding” and has gone back to picking fights with him. Not that Danny really minds since he knows it’s because of his obsession and Skulker knows his people are off limits if he wants to continue fulfilling said obsession, which means his kids are actually safer when Skulker is there cause he is watching to make sure they aren’t in danger too (even if it’s only so Danny will continue to allow him to hunt him since he has the power to order him to stop… and although he won’t admit it, being called Uncle Skulky has him just a little moved).
Danny may have, however, forgot to take several things into account.
One is the long term affect on Amity Park and it’s inhabitants in terms of extending their lifespan due to the ectoplasm exposure which he accidentally made worse when he claimed the city as his haunt and thus drenched everything again in more pure ectoplasm.
Two is the fact that Danny had ASKED Tucker to make Amity Park pretty much unsearchable via internet due to stupid self-proclaimed Ghost Hunters just showing up and making a mess of things even AFTER the anti-ecto acts were abolished. Which means Amity Park got news on the World’s situation if they want it but not vice-versa.
Three is that when he became King and let only the people of Amity Park in on the fact that Fenton is Phantom. The ENTIRE city helped hide his status and brutally beat the shit out of government agents (and anyone else for that matter) that came poking around, which created a “Amity Protects Their Own” mindset. This lead to practically no one moving into or out of the city. You still could move of course but honestly why would anyone move INTO a “natural disaster zone” with “paranoid people who side eye you and stop talking when you come within hearing range” and why would Amity Parkers leave with how cheap and affordable living costs were since the government just started to ignore them, not to even mention the job opportunities and the zero human crime rate in the city because of THIER hero.
Finally, Danny MAY have forgotten about how much Amity Park half flickers into and out of the Ghost Zone. A place OUTSIDE OF TIME. Of course these flickers made life a pain but some side effects had to occur after Pariah Dark and flickering wasn’t the worst outcome, just an annoying one.
When Amity does flicker, the people currently in Amity can’t leave the boundaries of the city even if they can see Elmerton right there, and the people in Elmerton might be able to vaguely see Amity Park and her people but not actually interact with anything even when they manage to overcome the feeling of “you shouldn’t be here” that the flicker gives off, creating a holographic city of sorts.
So yes he may have forgotten a few things that would have solved so many situations for him and spared him some grief but it’s fine.
More then fine actually.
And he was notified of that fact when Jazz, Dani, Tucker, Sam, and Valerie bulldozed into his apartment decked out in Futuristic Fenton Ghost Trapping Gear, two hours before the Gotham Vigilantes were supposed to show up.
“WHAT THE FUCK!!!” Danny, who had been in the middle of a brain killing marathon of Pokemon, swore and fell off the coach. He managed to avoid knocking Aster and Teynny on his way down and luckily had already put Vela to bed but with the shout both kids were up and alert and Danny could hear the mumbled awakening of his baby a room over.
“DANNY!!!!” With that as their battle cry, Danny was tackle hugged onto the ground after he had just managed to stand up.
They found him since Tucker monitored/monitors the internet religiously and his social media account was practically the equivalent to “walking up to my door while wearing a sign with an eye-bleeding neon colour that says I’M THE GHOST YOU’RE LOOKING FOR!”
Now, Danny had questions.
Aster and Teynny wanted snacks.
Vela wanted to be held.
Luckily, they had answers, treats and everyone wanted a chance to hold Vela.
Turns out ectoplasm exposure slows aging to an insane degree. They only look 2 years older then they did when Danny last saw them which means Dani looks exactly like Danny’s twin.
Jazz even confirmed that mentally they’re only about 2 years older as well. Which is similar to how the Neverborn in the ghost zone mature.
The lack of aging was also aided by the constant flickering into the Ghost Zone where time is optional at best and none existent at worst, which means that for them it’s been 40 years rather then 200. Not really surprising with how adaptable Amity Parkers are, everyone in Amity just kind of accepted that they are the equivalent to Elves and carried on so practically no fuss was made about it. The people who didn’t like it simply left after the discovery (approximately 10 years after Danny disappeared) and, in turn, lived relatively long lives but not out of the realm of possibility for a normal human.
The Fentons stepped up to be the main Ghost Control protectors and the only reason they aren’t present is due to the need to watch over the city.
Therefore, Amity Park was relatively the same in terms of people and most importantly, his kids get to have excitable grandparents and a TON of cool aunties and uncles which they seem to be very content with.
Dani in particular has claimed godmom position and threatened to bite off the hands of anyone who tries to take it from her.
She’s very serious. She will bite.
Unfortunately, although Danny’s social media has brought a lot of benefits, like protecting his kids from attacks, notifying Amity Park that he is still around, and stopping Batman and others from kidnapping them, it has one important downside. Danny can’t live in Amity without it drawing too much attention to the city and ghosts.
So just lots of moving around and a lot of weekly Amity visits via Ghost Zone express.
He can and will do that.
Everyone had settled amongst the various chairs in the living room near the end of discussions. Danny with Vela curled into his chest while squished between Dani and Jazz on the couch. Tucker. Sam and Valerie on the foot rest, armchair and kitchen stool respectively all pulled close enough that they could rest their feet on Danny’s lap if they so chose. Finally, Aster and Teynny switching between laps pretty much every five minutes.
All of them had been crying for the past 2 hours and it shows in red eyes, tear tracks down their faces, and red noses. It was a relief to confirm that their relationships haven’t changed in any way that matters.
They’d only just moved on to lighter topics when Danny heard the tell tail sign of feet on his fire escape.
Red Hood and Red Robin were here.
Danny had no time to warn anyone.
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“We brought dinner!” Red Robin called as he flipped in through the window. Red Hood following not even a second later.
“And new colouring bo….” Red Hood trailed off as he took in the room. Four people decked out in what could only be considered sci-fi level tech and another that is obviously Danny’s sister, if not twin, all in fighting stances. All three sci-fi females had every inch of skin covered in a nano tech metal and two matching wrist blasters with the only difference being the colour of the metal (red, green, and black) and the F logo on the shoulders of the green and black nano tech. The sci-fi dude stood behind the three females but instead of weapons various circuits of glowing green led to arm and hand held devices that looked even more futuristic and fantasy then anything else in the room.
Jason didn’t need to look over to tell that Tim was probably drooling at a chance to get his hands on some (if not all) of it.
Finally, Danny’s sister stood in front of everyone else holding Dual Dao swords that look like they came straight out of Avatar. The swords were also glowing due to the GREEN FIRE covering them. They looked as if they were made via nano tech as well.
Everything and everyone was painstakingly still.
Then Danny’s sister laughed and dropped her swords. The others followed by dropping their arms and deactivating wrist blasters and the weird tech. They also were laughing.
Danny, who had been shoved to the back with his kids groaned. Pressing his face into hands, “please don’t do this.”
All five of them continued to laugh and turned their backs to him, therefore facing him and Tim once again, “Nope,” they stated in unison. Danny buried his face deeper into his hands and sighed with pure resignation.
Danny’s sister stepped forward with a smile that was much too sharp to be fully human. Jason and Tim flinched, “buckle up bird men. You’re getting the shovel talk.”
Amity park is an elf city, but it’s because of ghosts and undeath and all that. Amity Parkers aren’t just elves, they’re dark elves.
Bruce and the JL are having an aneurism, because now they have to deal with another secret city of elf people, and they seem to have some connection to the lazarus waters.
Wonder Woman and Aquaman are delighted to meet another secret kingdom with a new species of people. Even more so to meet their king and royal family.
Also, someone in Amity decided that Elf stand for Ectoliminal Life Formes. That along with their ectocontamination making their ears just a little pointer and teeth just a little sharper….well, the Amity Parkers found it hilarious and decided to commit to the bit. Now they’re trying to see how many people they can convince that they were the inspiration for all elves in history and media like how Atlanteans were the inspiration for mermaids. And they’ve been doing this for hundreds of years. (Also, it might be a thing in Amity to be insulted if they are ‘insulted’ for being called one of Santa’s Elves. In honor of Danny not liking Christmas. Or even better. They have factions of those that support Santa clause and those that don’t so Santa’s elves are the pro Santa faction. And the Fentons get the whole town into it every year.)
Constantine already knows of the Elves. They are known for being mysterious and having all forms of knowledge and magic (due to access to the ghost zone). He’s been trying to make a deal with one for years but has never made it into the city.
You can't not convince me that Amity "city of Commit to the Bit Gremlins" Park won't also Commit to the Bit.
They would have elven names too! Maybe it's LotR inspired. Warcraft! Witcher! Or actual Norse-inspired names, which can't be hard due to Infinite Realms and dead ppl and whatnot.
So legal identities of Sam and Tucker while OUTSIDE Amity can be Sylvanas and Turgon. (Sue me, those two are the first names I can think of). Jazz, Dani and Val can be Luthien, Elurin, and Varda or something 😂😂 (I unapologetically love Tolkien ok)
What's to say that they would also be gaslighting everyone that the modern iteration of elves also came from them?
Just now noticed the dd arm on your tessa design, very cool very cool :0
Ayy thank you!! I suppose it's part of the au..thing I have with my friend! 💫 I want to flesh it out a little bit more!🤍💫
But in the meantime, here's another pic of her! :D 💫
Joke TikTok + info under cut! 💫⬇️
In the au I have with my friend, Tessa survives the gala massacre (due to a series of inconsequential events involving a butterfly, J breaking the rules just one time, and a flippant stock decision). She finds herself floating through space in an old escape pod for a while- before promptly crash landing on Copper9.
Everybody is under the impression that she died back on earth, so her presence is..confusing at best 😅
Alice helped her with her prosthetic! (She also helped with the amputation but Tessa likes to focus on the positive..)
She keeps finding passing evidence that her drones are somewhere on this planet, but it's hard to say if she'll recognize them fully.. or if they'll trust that Tessa is really Tessa, following the solver's shenanigans.
This probably isn't well explained ..ah, I'll try to dive into it more later! 😭💫
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Jack Fenton, dialed his younger sister's phone number as he gazed apologetically at the family of bats, that was hanging around in his living room. he impatiently waited for the other party to pick up.
The Bat family remained stoic as they observed the man, they had or Batman had ordered to put the call on speaker, if ever the phone was answered, Robin had stared at the doorway leading to the kitchen there stood Jack's supposed oldest daughter Jazz. who only stared amused at her father's antics much to Robin's confusion.
finally after a grueling 10 seconds wait, the call was finally answered.
Robin held his breath awaiting for the voice he was expecting for.
"Yes, Ahki?" Talia's voice resonated, from the phone. making everyone's eyes except the Fenton family widen.
'what? mother never told me she had a brother.' Damian thought as he took a peek at his father's face who was scrunched up in confusion. same for the rest of his family.
"Talia, my dear ukht, I've heard from a few birds and bats that you have taken my son. on his fieldtrip." Jack said, his nervous and outgoing personality vanishing and what took place was a serious and angry tone of a father as soon as heard the caller's voice, making everyone in the room shudder at the sudden cold atmosphere while the oldest daughter remained composed and unbothered as she watched.
Silence came from the other side of the phone, before answering "It seems i have." Talia answered back, you can here the voice of a boy in the background asking if it was his dad.
"Stop with this false innocence of yours, bring my son back immediately, partly alive and safe." Jack stated, much to the Bats and birds confusion.
Silence once again, as the phone remained quiet seemingly put down on a table with a few whispers and shuffling. before it was picked up once again.
"Nu uh." was the only thing Talia said as she hang up.
everyone paused.
"The fuck you mean 'Nu uh'?!" Jack yelled, at his phone. While his wife walked their daughter's side who was laughing her ass off, confused she looked at the bats then at her husband and then just sighed.
"Dinner's Ready." she only said as she retreated back at to the kitchen.
Summary: the batfam have a meeting, Constantine got a little too lost in the sauce when crafting Danny's sob story, and we find out what Dracula's been up to all these years. Oh and the DC version of Vlad is fully dead? More at 9
Relationships: the batfam
on god I spent too much time thinking about danny's vampsona. he's got two outfits so far. no I didn't make a concept board. no I didn't make a picrew. I don't know what you're talking about
(sorry if this is all horribly ooc I struggled a bit with making this intelligible)
Red Hood doesn't usually leave Crime Alley. That's a known fact. But Batman doesn't usually call a meeting that includes Red Hood. The old man learned years ago not to involve him unless it's important with a capitol I.
Pulling into the Batcave, Jason slows to a stop on his motorcycle. He follows the voices of his family to the Batcomputer. Everyone is in full gear, but not everyone is fully present.
Dickhead was ransacking the medical room for...blood bags? Barbie and Replacement carved out a corner to the right of the main computer. They'd set up a foldable table for their personal laptops, sitting side by side as they quietly schemed together. Damian was working hard on some sort of artwork with a similar table to the left. He stuck his tongue out in concentration. Adorable.
Bruce was pulling up a very old case file in the central system. It looked to be a string of serial disappearances.
Jason wasn't the last to arrive for once. The elevator to the manor dings behind him. Alfred and the rest of the brood step out into the cave, carrying weapons and gadgets by the armful. Old looking Batarangs, glorified flashlights, cases upon cases of the anti-toxin epipens filled with unfamiliar blue formula. And wooden stakes.
Like a good grandson he steps up to help lighten Alfred's load, but he only gets two steps in before the old butler gives him a very disapproving eyebrow raise. Jason retreats with his hands up. He turns back to Bruce.
"This better be a bloodsucker apocalypse or you won't see me til Christmas."
Bruce pulls up a detailed list of the weapons and their uses on screen. Everyone stops what their doing and takes a picture with their phones. Garlic Batarangs, flashlights with artificial sunlight, a cure for vampirism. Wooden stakes need no introduction or explanation, except for why his dad - who is very against killing to put it fucking gently - would be giving them a vamp equivalent of a gun.
"Potentially," Bruce says. "We need to draw up new contingencies. But we also need to debrief so we have all the facts to do so."
Surprisingly, both Duke AND Tim groan. Jason understands Duke. The teen does not have the patience - ahem, attention - to learn all the contingencies at once. Which Bruce recently subjected him to from what he's gleaned from the sibling group chat.
But Tim? Making and learning ridiculous lists is the guy's bread and butter, the freak. So why -
"C'mon Bruce. What we know so far about the guy makes it seem he might be genuine. We do not have to plan a murder yet. Murder is messy - and wrong, definitely wrong." Tim tacks the last part on way too quickly for anyone here to believe that's what he actually feels. Hah. Another one straying off the path of the No Kill Rule. He can't wait to hear the details when one of their siblings interrogates him about it later.
Bruce exhales through his nose. He puts the previous topic away in favor of pulling up a picture of a middle-aged man with glacial blue eyes. His face is long and angular, and he wears old style European clothes that screams 'I'm an old rich vampire, come stake me'. Jason snorts - something about his face is so punchable.
"Dr. Alucard seemed genuine at first, too." He pulls up a picture of the same man, but this time with sunken in cheek bones. His salt and pepper hair is fully bleached, and his eyes glow unnervingly. It's a candid of him mid-fight in the Batcave, a furious snarl on his lips, baring some wicked fangs at a young Batman. "Or should I say, Dracula." He's answered with a round of gasps.
Jason's starting to see how every single one of them ended up as (melo)dramatic little shits.
He puts the pictures away. "Around the time when I was first starting out, the Penguin accidentally freed him from where he was sealed in Gotham's cemetery." Bruce begins. Jason wonders with a tight chest just what was wrong with that place. Why do the dead keep coming back to life there?
If he had a nickel...
Bruce pulls up the headlines of the 'Lost Ones' case. Jason opens his mouth to comment, but Dick beats him to it. "They seriously thought it was Batman? C'mon! How incompetent is the GCPD?"
Jason scoffs. "Says the fucking cop."
"Ex-cop, thank you. And I worked in Bludhaven before I figured out they were just as corrupted and rooting that out from the inside was a terrible plan."
"Anyone coulda told you that," Duke snarks. Jason backs him up. "Your problem is you always want to give people the benefit of the doubt when you shouldn't."
"Boys." Bruce interrupts. They all stop at the tone he uses. Alfred clears his throat, and answers Dick's rhetorical question from earlier. "That was unfortunately a common occurrence when Master B was a young bat. It would do you all well to be mindful of keeping your reputations positive amidst suspicion."
Jason doesn't laugh out of respect for Alfred - he was so not talking about him. He needs to do the opposite of spit rainbows out his ass to be effective.
"Oh my God is that why Bruce keeps gatekeeping everyone he meets? He's hazing them like a vigilante initiation ritual?" Steph whispers to Cass. He hears her softly laugh in response as she nods.
"I agree with Grayson. The GCPD are fools to think that if Father were a serial killer or trafficker that they'd ever even know. He is better than that." The demon brat brags.
Bruce huffs fondly. "It's a good thing I'm not." He gestures to the weapons. "We fought. He'd started turning people left and right, making them mind controlled vampire pawns. The Joker got turned-"
Jason's vision floods green. "And you didn't fucking stake him? Even more fucking dangerous -"
"-and I managed to capture him at a blood bank before he could do more than destruction of private property." Bruce raises his voice over him. Jason clenches and unclenches his fists. He itches to shoot something, to break something, to get relief to this God forsaken green-flavored, rage-filled pressure starting to boil over in his chest at the reminder of his murderer.
Blessedly everyone shuts the fuck up as he tries to not blow his top. Bruce should've staked him. He had the perfect excuse all lined up, and the opportunity, and goddamit Barbara wouldn't be in a wheelchair and Duke's parents would be fine and Jason wouldn't have come back evil -
Bruce isn't and wasn't evil, he reminds himself. Not like Jason is. And it's not helpful to blame him for his nature right now when they need to fucking debrief. Woulda-coulda-shoulda's are for chumps.
When he blinks back the green, shoved it down to where it's there but managed, his family haven't moved an inch from where they had been. It's a small but meaningful relief to see that they hadn't taken defensive positions like they would've in the past. They just untensed as Jason's arms stopped trembling from supernatural rage.
No one calls attention to his near-episode further, and he's grateful. "I took him back to the cave. With his blood samples I managed to create a cure for the thralls. They all went back to their everyday lives without any memories of what happened. Joker is no exception."
Which is code for, 'I found a reason to bypass normal ethics and experiment on the Joker for the greater good and yes I still remember which cell he was in. It was the highlight of that week.' It makes him feel marginally better and worse in equal measure. Where the fuck was that energy when he kicked the bucket? (Superman, was where. They already had this conversation)
"At that time Wayne Enterprises had been taking it's first steps into solar energy. When Dracula invaded the cave, we were able to survive due to the stored sunlight that the proto-type gathered."
"Wait. No, wait. Hold on. The urn on the fireplace? Please tell me that's a grandma we don't talk about." Duke pleads. "Please. It's not Kentucky Fried Vampire. Please."
When Bruce doesn't say anything for way too long, Steph nearly chokes on trying to hold back her laughter. Alfred clears his throat. "Batman was rather hurt after the altercation. And Dr. Alucard was rather rude in how he barged in - uninvited! I found it suitable that if he insisted on destroying the decorations, that he should contribute."
Steph full out cannot stop once it begins. Everyone else stares dumbfounded either at Bruce or Alfred. Dick looks like he's about to have an aneurysm. Duke is regretting his life decisions, probably the ones about joining this family. Damian is not comprehending the issue with any of this, expecting a follow up anytime soon. Cass shakes her head, but Jason hears a quiet "grandma dracula is disappointed".
He doesn't know how to feel other than dear Lord please he cannot laugh. No matter how absurd this is. He sounds ridiculous in his helmet.
"...leaving the ashes unattended would spell disaster in the wrong hands," Bruce clarifies once the giggles fall away, "Dracula kidnapped Vicky Vale to use her soul in resurrecting his wife from her ashes. Letting Alfred hide it in plain sight didn't sound like a bad enough idea to try to stop him."
"Precisely, Master Bruce." The butler approves.
"Damn. That's just cold." Dick remarks. He pinches the bridge of his nose with his free arm. "I would ask what the hell he deserved that for but he's literally an ancient evil vampire, so." His older brother jostles the blood bags he's cradling. "Hopefully this guy's an unrelated friendly."
Duke whines in the back of his throat. Jason squeezes his shoulder in sympathy.
"Tonight?" Cass redirects.
"Tonight I came across the unknown on our usual route. I had Robin stay back when I spotted him a distance away. He'd been running across rooftops, watching the people below. I followed for half a block before he walked down the side of a building and into an alley right on the border of Park Row."
"Crime Alley." Jason corrects.
"Crime Alley," Bruce amends. "Once there, he paused for a moment, searching the crowds for something. He took out a clear canister filled with a dark red liquid. It had the same viscosity as blood."
"Where's he getting the blood from? There hasn't been anymore blood bank robberies, attempted or otherwise. And no one's turned up with weird wounds, dead or alive." Steph pipes up. Babs lifts her hand up as she adds her two cents. "Unlessss, mystery teeth here is using the same tactic Drac did. If he's just arriving then we shouldn't be noticing anything just yet."
Bruce holds up a gloved finger in a 'I wasn't done' gesture. "When I approached, the unknown claimed that the canister was a synthesizer when asked. I couldn't detect any lie in his body language or voice. He then introduced himself as 'Dante Nightingale', but asked to be called Danny, which either means he's a modern vampire or an old one who is familiar with the times. I then confronted him about stalking humans from an alleyway. He revealed intel that will be worrying if confirmed."
Jason hums. "Sounds like this guy might not be the supernatural flavor of creep, at least," he mutters under his breath.
Tim raises his hand next. "From what B told me earlier, Danny said that there was some weird ghostly-doppelganger-vampire activity that our suspect hasn't seen before. The behavior, not the creatures." Tim pushes up his blue light glasses as he takes a breath. "Anyways. The info on Shades checks out. The JLD records told me all about them. Show of hands if anyone's seen Appalachia Tik Tok?"
Oh Jason doesn't like where this is going. Alfred (surprisingly), Cass, Dick, Babs, Steph, and Duke all put their hands up too.
Tim goes on. "The mimics? Shades are like that, but with a life force sucking aspect. They're basically ghosts who never were alive and didn't form right, so they eat human emotions until they become fully sentient ghosts called Specters. In a really creepy 'I'm going to replace you' way. So. Bad stuff."
Jason shivers when Bruce nods. "Nightingale claims that they're walking the streets in unusual numbers. That he had just arrived and in Gotham and that he was exploring tonight when he noticed something off."
"Ohhhhkay! Just what we needed, yeah? Invisible monsters in Gotham!" Dick says. "Quick, scratch that off the bingo."
Tim rolls his eyes. "Do we have a description? Power set, background check? I need everything I can to narrow down which type of vamp in the database." He's tapping away at his laptop again, not looking up as he types.
Bruce motions for Damian to come closer. The demon brat hands off the artwork he'd been quietly working on as they talked. Bruce observes it, before nodding at where Damian stands at attention like a good little soldier. Damian preens.
Jason blinks away the green.
Their dad scans the sheet with a device, and the image pops up on the main computer. The man in the portrait has pale skin - obviously. Fangs - no duh. Although notably shaped differently from Drac's. Claws a good few inches long and white in color. Jason spies an interesting ring. It's crown shaped and encased in fake(?) ice. Freckles on his rounder face, framed by wispy-looking stark white hair. Skeleton earrings, black turtleneck, a white blouse with a ridiculously low vee neck tucked into green pants. A delicate chain in the shape of a spiderweb wraps around his covered throat in a pleasing contrast.
The man's eyes are a hauntingly familiar shade of green. He sees it often.
The pupils glow a lighter hue of lazarus, shaped like four-pointed stars. Jason would say the guy looks more like a fae took a dip in the Pits than bloodsucker. But what does he know? Guy didn't deny the blood drinking accusations for fuck's sake.
Babs jumps in again. "We had B give Robin a description because apparently his presence is a hell of an EMP. Video feed and coms went down as soon as Batman joined him in the alley. So a few feet away." She clicks a few things on her own screen, and then starts reading down some sort of list she typed up for herself.
"Dante Nightingale, aged nineteen. A farm boy from Illinois. Parents Robert and Jane Nightingale. No other relatives. Totally normal until he was struck by lightning at thirteen and his metagene activated, giving him minor power over ice and sensitivity to heat." She taps something on her computer and a young Danny Nightingale jumps next to Damian's portrait. The black haired boy has a big goofy grin on his even rounder face, splattered with freckles. In this picture, it's obvious that although he's trying to look happy for picture day, the kid had serious bags under his eyes, and a look in those clear blues that just screamed that Danny had seen some awful things. "Then at fourteen, the whole family got into a car crash. Robert and Jane died on scene, while Dante lasted three days in the hospital before going missing entirely."
Babs pushes up her glasses and takes a deep steadying breath. "The nurses on duty reported a change in hair and eye color, as well as strange dental elongation in the canines. Paired with uncontrollable ice stronger than recorded earlier, this led them to believe that Danny's metagene strained under the new trauma and started causing physical mutations alongside the modifications to his original ability. But I think we all know what was actually happening to him."
"...What else do we know about the kid?" Dick asks. Anyone who didn't know him would say that Dick was relaxed, but Jason and anyone else who knew him could clearly see that Danny's story hit a little too close to home. Dead parents in an 'accident' where the kid was there to see. Yeah.
Heh. This looks like a classic meta trafficking case, the more he follows that thought. Not the casual kind most parents have to fear - pick a kid off the street just 'cause they were there, someone will pay for 'em no matter if they're pretty or not.
No. This was targeted. Planned out weeks, months, years in advance. Someone wanted this kid for something specific - enough to murder his parents for and make it look like an accident. Likely, it was to have an ice meta under mind control, considering what Bruce said about Dracula and his thralls. If he's right, Jason might have to go all Buffy Summers and deal with them.
Jason reaches out to catch Duke by the shoulder again and this time he doesn't let go. His newest brother looks at him, big brown eyes wide and fearful. It could've been him, easy. They both think it. They both know it. Fuck, Danny was just a few years younger than he is now.
Jason squeezes. He whispers low to him. "I'd shoot them in the balls for you. Won't let 'em take you. End bloodlines if I have to, to get you back." Duke gulps, and nods. The teen squeezes his eyes shut and Jason pretends he doesn't see him quickly wipe his eyes.
"...Recently, he got legally un-declared dead, and opened a bank account. Looks like one very dead Vlad Masters left his fortune to him sometime earlier. Man owned a goddamn castle. They found a secret lab in his basement with strange equipment when they went looking for evidence. And. Oh. Oh that's not good."
"What is it?" He asked, not wanting to know the answer already.
"Police found a mystery green liquid they couldn't identify but put the composition on file. I just ran it through our systems. 70% match to lazarus water. What's more, there were blood packs close by that were heavily contaminated with the same substance." She looks like she was ready to throw up at the dots they were all connecting.
He might as well. "Alright. Meta kid's trafficked at fourteen and turned into a vampire. Spends the next five years caught by mad scientist vampires who poked and prodded at him like a rat. Then, he murders the assholes, runs off with their money, and moves to Gotham. Fuck's sake." Jason sums up.
Bruce makes a 'I'm not disagreeing with you but I have an opinion' grunt. "That's one possibility. The most likely one from what we know right now."
"But?" Someone prompts.
"But. He mentioned a term called 'Fraid'. He said that someone told him that myself and 'my Fraid' were good people. Nightingale claimed it was a cultural term for found family," Bruce explained. The man's mouth twitches into a frown. "If he was being held hostage all that time, would they have bothered to teach him that? And if they did, experimentation wouldn't be all they had wanted from him. No one would bother to teach someone disposable."
Tim stopped typing for a second, eyes widening and then blanking quick as a whip. Swallowed. Went back in with a vigor.
"So. Either. He got away from his kidnappers, and there's some found family out there somewhere. Or he never got away from them, but he was not expendable. His kidnappers may have forced him into their family." Steph reasoned out.
"Man. This is fucked up." Duke mutters. "You're telling me, kid." Jason whispers back.
Damian bristles. "Father. We have to interrogate him. Nightingale may have connections to the League of Assassins, or a similar organization run by vampires. The lazarus water is damning. We must make sure." The demon brat demands. Which. Fair. More unknown lazarus pits are just asking for evil to pull up with some friends.
Bruce makes an 'I agree with you but I'm thinking' grunt. But before he can respond, Tim cuts in. "So Fraid is definitely what he says it means. But according to the records, only the dead or undead use it. Obviously I did a little digging. Vampires don't count as either of those, even though some sleep in coffins and stuff. No, most vampires count as something called 'death touched'. Meaning they're still alive, albeit really in tune with the other side." Tim shifts, chugging a quick bit of cold coffee. "Only one match came up when I searched for undead vampire. The thing is, it exists, but the file is on the JLD's red tape section."
Which is code for 'don't fucking touch this dimwits if you value your life, call us for fucks sake'. Pleasant.
"Yes Father. If Drake is not once again wildly incorrect and foolish, Nightingale is undead. And it's obvious how." Damian presses.
"I will make the call. Red Robin, keep looking. I'll type up the rest of the abilities and send them to you all. Everyone working with me officially, no one goes on patrol alone. We work in pairs until further notice. Everyone bring with them the anti-vampire precautions we have until we have better options." Batman commands to the group. He zeroes in on Jason, and Jason gears up to rip Bruce a new one for treating him like he's still one his birds.
But that's not what happens. "And Red Hood. Just...be careful."
Instead of acknowledging the icky ooey gooey feelings, Jason snorts derisively. "I'll tell my guys and girls to keep a lookout. If anyone goes missing I'd bet ya a thousand it'll be one of mine. Everyone knows no one's gonna call the cops." He turns around and stuffs his pockets with the gadgets, and Dick threw him a blood bag. "Later assholes."
Jason revs his bike. Tonight, he'll make his rounds, doing what said he would. And hey. Probably hit up that rage room in Bristol he goes to in civvies. Crime's been real quiet recently, and he knows it's likely purposeful.
That pisses him off that they think they can hide from him forever in his own territory.
Tonight's been bad, too. He'd rather go beat up some stupid garbage than risk a pit rage on some numb nut that at most only needs a couple slices to catch his drift. Heh. He's gonna see if they'd let him tape a pic of Dracula to a TV so he can cave his face in post-mortem.
Summary: Danny arrives, sees something Concerning, meets Batman, tries not to fight Batman. Nope not going to rogue it up here, no thank you.
Relationships: Bruce Wayne & Danny Fenton, John Constantine & Danny Fenton
for context, phenes are letters in Ghostwriting, and you can do necromantic magic with them if you know how
As soon as he's within a five mile vicinity of Gotham, Danny has to stop and deeply consider his afterlife decisions.
PhantomMenace: what the FUCK is wrong with this place.
PhantomMenace: John.
PhantomMenace: I know you know how many generational curses are set in the very foundations. And not the abusive cycle kind.
PhantomMenace: who had the goddamn PATIENCE for this
PhantomMenace: who carves THIS MANY phenes into THAT MUCH wet concrete??
PhantomMenace: we'd have to blow up the whole city to unfuck this!!
PhantomMenace: when I find whoever did this I don't know if I'm going to kill them a second time, or make out with them immediately
PhantomMenace: they've clearly ascended to levels of spite I can only dream of, I've to at least respect that
God's Favorite Whore: For my sake I hope you kill them. Gross.
PhantomMenace: 💚
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Night time in Gotham is beautiful, even without the view of the stars.
Danny finds himself exploring from the rooftops. Old Gothic architecture spins for miles; spidering out from the tallest buildings are gargoyles reminiscent of what he knows of cathedrals. Below him, the city comes alive in a flurry of motion.
The cars slow to a trickle, but foot traffic picks up. Well-dressed people in their 20s hit the bars, swaying and laughing with their friends. Danny takes note with a smile that they're all armed, and at least one person in each group seems to be as sober as a stone. Keeping safe and having fun.
The night workers hit the streets, and little skinny kids of all ages weave in between bodies like leaves in flowing water. Handing off things Danny can't see to the people on the street corners, laughing and joking and pushing each other, never straying too far to allies or the side of the road. Not ever being without at least one other. It's sad to see they have to protect each other like that, but that's life, and it seems they're living it.
Blob ghosts make unseen mischief. There's a second layer of traffic - blobs spinning a foot in the air above everyone else, catching stray emotions and fat and happy off the ambient ectoplasm. Danny's never seen any blob in a color other than radioactive green, but the ones in Gotham are all different shades of red. He wonders if the curses here might be a factor. And if his condenser will be stained red from now on.
Danny spots something strange the longer he looks. He slips off the edge of the building, walking down its side to the alley below. He slips into partial invisibility to not startle anyone not already looking for him, and peaks out the mouth of the alley.
Shades walk down the streets side by side with the human Gothamites. They give the human-looking ghosts a wide berth, but otherwise no one acknowledges them. He tracks the figures with his eyes, hating the blank look in each of them. He's sure that they're not even properly looking at anything. They go through anyone and everything in their paths intangibly. He sees several people shiver and look around confused, before walking off, visibly more tired looking than before.
Danny unclips his condenser from his belt to check if his dinner's ready. He startles a bit at the unfamiliar red, but shrugs. He's hungry. The blobs are having a blast despite how evil the air is. He should be fiiiine.
Taking a deep gulp, Danny returns his attention to the Shades, wary of what this new behavior means. He quickly does a rough count of humans, and then the strange Neverborns in the street. And oh boy. He does not like how the math is mathing.
In a normal, healthy population, there should only be one Shade per fifty humans. In Gotham? It's nearly one to one. He's never seen or heard of this. Danny wonders exactly how many people get mysteriously sick, or die of "natural causes" here.
Once he gets settled in, he'll have to go looking for the cause. Even in a crime ridden big city this isn't normal.
Danny takes another sip as he tears himself away from the mouth of the alley. He becomes fully visible as he steps into the shadows. He means to float up to the rooftops again, but a dull thump behind him has him zipping around on instinct.
Between him and the exit, a broad shouldered man rises from his feet. At first Danny thinks he's covered in shadows, but as his eyes quickly readjust to the level of light, he realizes that the man is just wearing a long dark cloak with a cowl. It covers his head and half his face, with two white beams of light staring impassively at him. It hurts to look at to be honest.
Danny tenses like a springtrap. John never gave him descriptions of any of the rogues, OR the bats. He doesn't know what he's dealing with right now, and he'd really rather not get into a brawl tonight. Humans don't do that to be friendly.
"Where did you get the blood?" The man demands. His voice is obviously modified to be deeper, but Danny thinks it might be naturally growly and inflectionless, as the man's body language or expression doesn't change.
He doesn't really think before he responds. The question throws him, okay? "Uh? Synthesizer?" Danny shakes his condenser some. It's only half full, so it only sloshes thickly against the sides instead of spilling. Suddenly feeling self-conscious about it, Danny caps it and reclips it to his belt.
He extends a hand to shake. "Name's Dante Nightingale. But people call me Danny."
The incredibly rude man doesn't shake his hand, OR introduce himself. All he gets in response is a minute head tilt that in other circumstances he would find adorable.
He rolls his eyes. "This is the part where you introduce yourself. Like a human."
The man grunts in acknowledgement. After an awkward moment, the man extends a (clawed!) hand from under his cape and grips Danny's own. "Batman."
Danny relaxes a smidge. "Nice. Cool. Heard about you and your Fraid. I'm told you're good people. thank you for not being a sentient shadow here to rob me." He lets go of the man's warm glove.
"Fraid?" Batman parrots, vaguely suspicious. Or curious. He's not sure.
"Um. It's like. Well, found family is the default in my culture, so we got a whole word for it. I didn't want to assume blood relations." Danny explains. "You've got a strong grip. Are the claws part of your suit or?" Danny flashes his own claws playfully.
"The suit." Batman says simply. "Why were you watching people from the alley?"
Danny leans back on his heels, clasping his hands behind his back, swaying back and forth. "Just flew in to town, I don't really know my way around yet. So I've been exploring on the rooftops so no one has the bright idea to mug the newbie." Danny stops swaying and folds his arms over his chest with a frown. "Then I noticed something wasn't right. Well. Other than how cursed you guys are. Actually? Might be related."
Batman's headlights narrow in a very convincing glare, so Danny tries to elaborate. "Shades really shouldn't be literally crawling through the streets. The non-physical, non-sentient psychic vampires? Yeah. I don't know if you can see this, but they're walking around in groups besides and through people. Which. They don't group up, and they don't typically go for crowded places. Shades thrive in privacy. They mimic whatever person accidentally made them, and lure loved ones alone. This whole thing is weird and probably not good."
Batman grunts again, head tilting slightly the opposite way. The little bit of silence lets Danny briefly contemplate if Batman is neurodivergent and not actually trying to be a brooding asshole. The older man's tone and facial expressions are flat, he doesn't seem to pick up on social cues, and he favors nonverbal communication. Danny makes a mental note to figure that out later if they ever meet again.
"What can we do?" Batman asks. Danny shrugs. Technically, it's not his problem unless they can't handle it themselves. "Justice League Dark this, I guess. Find me if they can't help. I'll give it the old college try if you ask."
Batman taps the side of his mask where the ear would be underneath. A quiet sound of static fills the alleyway. Batman full-body flinches at the sudden loud sound in his ear. The older man whirls to glare at Danny. The Halfa nearly chokes under the creepy, suddenly hostile gaze of the pinpricks of light.
"What did you do to my coms?" The man full on growls. The cloak is brushed aside as Batman takes out two throwing blades from his (bright yellow?) belt.
Danny's heartbeat races at the prospect of a brawl. Green light fills his vision and starts to cast a strange glow across the alley. His biology reacts, but his mind is screaming at him to put on the brakes. Do not fight the vigilantes! He's not being friendly! Do not the rogue!!
So he puts his hands up in surrender. "Woah woah woah! I can't control this, electronics just fritz around me! Hold on, just, I'll leave and they should be fine? I need to get back to my hotel anyways. Nice meeting you!"
Without waiting for a response Danny turns ghost tail. Which is to say, he turns invisible and flies through the building in the vague direction of said hotel. He flings himself into the soft, soft pillows, and tries to calm his ass down. No. No fighting. He does not need to be put in Arkham on his first day, or whatever.
Elsewhere, the coms crackle back to life.
"-atman?!"
"Oracle." He confirms.
"What happened? The boys are on their way, what's the sitch?"
When Batman killed Dracula there was a much bigger impact than he knew.
Dracula was a big and influential figure in Vampire society and with his death (murder) all of that society was thrown into chaos. They wanted bloodshed (war). Its is a good thing that Ra's al ghul has the means to end it peacefully, with of course benefits to himself. For what else could bring peace but the blood offering of the son of the Batman himself?
Danyal al ghul the sickly second born of a pair of twins, too weak to become an assassin.
danny leaning into pretending to be Anything But A Ghost with the bats, but he goes with a different story for each bat/person and none of them put together that the potential fae at damian’s school, the hot vampire twink that jason has been flirting with, the Meta coffee shop employee Tim sees at his favorite shop, the alien kid that showed up in Metropolis, the possible demon that has been following the bats, the strange mer like being spotted in the harbor, he knows he's too uncanny to pass for human so he'll just play into *any* misconceptions, so long as they think he's anything but a ghost they would have no reason to think he was actually a ghost!
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Supernatural Investigator Combo: Prophet Danny and John Constantine
Danny: Hurry up, bud. I'll give you the shortened version. 5 young men, dressed in black, found dead in this parking lot.
They turn the corner to see Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, and Duke all in black, and STARING.
Danny:
Danny: We made good time! :D
John: Bloody hell...
ELDRITCH SCREECH IN THE BACKGROUND
Alright fine here is my obligatory won't-let-me-sleep dc dp idea
Enter left: Immortal Ghost King Danny who's made peace with having to stay in the Zone fulltime to keep the place from going to metaphorical hell, but that doesn't mean he can't visit Amity every now and then for some basic human pleasures like coffee, soda and a burger
Thing is, with no basic income and unwilling to mooch off his friends' and parents' money for the rest of their life, he comes up with the brilliant idea of a gofundme which circulates on tumblr every few months and literally just says "buy a coffee and burger for your local king of the dead, any help is appreciated :)"
Enter right: One Tim Drake whose fatal flaw is not something as simple as posting rants or online-shopping when sleep deprived, oh no, no Tim instead clicks on any crowdfunding posts he comes across and throws money at them from his anonymous bank account, then forgets all about it after a full night's sleep
This guy has slept 7 hours in 2 weeks and just busted the unholy drug ring child of the Maroni's and Black Mask, he is ready to die in his sleep and scrolling tumblr instead. He sees a signal boost post with 1 note and the keywords 'dead' and 'any help', promptly dumps a random sum on it and drops off
He is woken from his sleep by a guy literally squeezing himself out of his phone screen like a cat through a mouse hole except so much worse, yelling at him about selling his kidney through a PHONE not even a COMPUTER screen, and asks him if he is Tim Jackson Drake
Tim, still waking up, replies yes, because yes he is Tim Drake and not someone else like a vigilante haha no, and then in the next hour becomes coherent enough to understand that this guy is the actual King of the Dead, doesn't know his secret identity and literally ghosted several firewalls and offshore accounts, bypassed all that and travelled digitally through to him because he left him 50 grand on his gofundme for a burger and that is just not okay please ask for a refund i'll find you a new kidney pLEASE
Tim refuses.
Hell if he knows why but he's not taking the money back, he has enough anyway so Phantom can keep it and buy himself a life supply of Coca Cola or something
Phantom refuses.
Because what even this is non-negotiable
So they're at a stalemate and have argued through Tim's morning routine, through breakfast for two and the drive to work which Phantom spends invisible while in public, and halway up the WE elevator before Danny falls silent and after Tim closes his office door says:
"You're rich."
"Yes I am."
"You're like, stinking rich. Billionaire rich?"
"Pretty much."
"..."
"Will you keep the money now?"
"...Nope, now I'm even less inclined to."
But the King of the Dead stops harassing Tim to make him poor again and leaves, and Tim has a whole day of peace before he gets home, where he is immediately slobbered up by a two-headed dog the size of his Ducati.
"If you're giving me all that money for free then have this hellhound, rich people need bodyguard dogs right"
"I refuse, also why does it have two heads"
"My rottweiler met a Cerberus and the rest is history, also come ON I can't just accept this much money pLEASE tell me your PRICE"
"50 grand"
"oh ha ha"
Somehow they agree for Tim to accept a blob ghost that will be invisible most of the time, completely invisible on any surveillance, and will only serve as an emotional support cheek-rub and an emergency call if Tim's ever in trouble, Tim is reassured he'll go get Phantom personally if that ever happens, and only on Tim's orders which will never happen
Except one time he really does need help because he and all his support structure is captured or incapacitated, so he asks Phoenix for help and promptly finds out why she insisted on that name when she explodes in a spray of green all over his face and now everyone and especially Jason is staring at the green goo
And then the ground cracks open to a lime green pithole, the lights go out and the place turns cold, and out of the hellhole rises Phantom wreathed in flame and shadows, rising his finger at the enemy and intoning softly
"Where is he?"
"W-who?
"Where's my sugar daddy?"
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