Ryn

Danny already went through Puberty once, as a human.

But now that he's been a half ghost for thirteen years, he gets to experience

✨Ghost Puberty✨

It includes;

Fangs!

Glowing Freckles!

Claws!

Uncontrollable bouts of Floating!

Eyes glowing at weird times!

Odd, unconventional Cravings! Like raw meat!

Voice cracking!

And of course; all of these things presenting themselves while he's in his human form at odd times!

So Danny, 27 and fresh on the Bludhaven Police Force, is caught by his new partner as he desperately grips onto his desk to stop himself from floating into the ceiling, legs loops around the leg of a chair already four inches off the ground.

He stares at his partner.

His partner stares back.

"...So anyways, I was thinking we could go over these new forms, they're in the department file labeled 'suggestion'," his partner, Dick Grayson, says, casually leaning on Danny's shoulders and forcing the chair onto the ground.

They stare at useless forms on the computer until Danny's able to control it, and afterwards Dick takes him out for milkshakes.

Dick thinks he's a new meta.

Danny's too embarrassed to admit it's just puberty.

Danny looked back at the mirror in the station bathroom.

He...hadn't blended in the coverup well, but like...better than nothing?

To be entirely fair, though; there weren't any tutorials on how to cover up glowing freckles.

Danny frowned and leaned in closer to the mirror, only to startle and drop the brush he'd been using to blend when the door to the bathroom slammed open.

Internally swearing, Danny spun around to dart into the nearest stall. He'd chosen this particular bathroom due to it's lack of use! Who was using it?

"Oh, there you are, we need-woah! Fenton, what the-?"

Danny slammed the door shut behind him and locked it. Fantastic. It was Grayson; his partner had already seen him almost float into the ceiling, the last thing he needed was further embarrassment in front of the man.

Grayson's footsteps quietly made their way towards the sink, paused, and then made their way to Danny's stall.

"You know," Grayson started, faux-casual, "I was raised in a circus; we do each others makeup to save time there. If you need help..."

Danny felt his ears burn, but worse; he could see the grimy tile on the wall reflect back the green glow his freckles had gained.

Resigned, he unlocked the door and shuffled out, head down.

Grayson, for his part, did not look shocked at all. All the man did was hum, nod, and maneuver Danny into a better lit part of the bathroom. Danny bent down so that Grayson could actually have better access to his face.

"Better to wash it all off and start over; I'll teach you as we go along."

"Yes please," Danny sighed, too embarrassed to do anything but agree.

Per Clockwork, there was only four more years of this.

He could last that long.

Maybe.

~~~~~~

Danny was standing in line behind Grayson, idly checking his phone as Grayson ordered something delicious but unhealthy.

And then he felt it.

A sneeze.

He really, really did not want to know what would happen if he sneezed, while undergoing second puberty with supernatural powers, in a public space.

"I have to go immediately right now," Danny said in a rush, darting outside and into a nearby alley.

He only barely made it before an enormous sneeze wrenched itself from him, and with it-

-Gravity increased.

The dumpster nearby lost it's wheels as it slammed into the concrete, nearby lights were ripped from their fixtures, and the wall he'd leaned against creaked as it gained a few cracks.

Luckily the damage was all immediate vicinity, and it looked like it did not extend more than five feet from him.

Danny stared at the dumpster in a daze.

"...That's new," he muttered, voice high and slightly panicky.

"You couldn't do that before?"

Danny let out a small scream and turned-it was Grayson, staring at him in concern, holding two to-go bags.

"Please don't-I don't want to-" Danny could not articulate how much he did not desire to be forced into vigilante work again, but Grayson only nodded, keeping a clear distance.

"Okay, okay; you don't want to tell anyone. That's okay, it's your choice. Think you got it under control right now?"

Danny knew Grayson was using his voice for victims, but it was actively calming him down, so he didn't call him out on it.

Instead, he just nodded, sniffling a little.

Grayson walked into his range-gravitational manipulation, and what the hell was that even about-without an ounce of fear and handed Danny his own bag of dinner.

~~~~~~

"I guess they couldn't see what was right in front of them!" Grayson crowed, having successfully flashbanged his way out of a firefight.

Danny felt the corners of his mouth pull up, but he forced them back down.

Grayson noticed.

After the robbers were successfully booked, Grayson pulled him aside.

"Hey man, you okay?"

Danny focused very hard on not opening his mouth all the way.

"Ye, 'm fine."

"That didn't sound like a very fine answer, man. Did...something else pop up? Or should I say....go down?"

Danny couldn't stop the snort and short laugh, and immediately slapped a hand over his mouth.

Too late.

Grayson had seen it.

Those stupid fangs!

Instead of shying away, the man just nodded solemnly and fished a cloth face mask with the Robin insignia on it out of his desk drawer.

"Seriously, just tell me if you need help, man," Grayson-Dick-sighed, handing over the mask with a little smile.

Danny nodded, slipping the mask on as he started to seriously consider it.

~~~~~~

"Grayson-"

"One minute man, urgent minion meme response is required in the family chat-"

"Grayson-"

"-Almost done-"

"Dick!"

Dick dropped his phone and snapped his attention towards Danny.

Danny dug his claws into his desk to prevent himself from floating off any further.

Dick stood up as casually as he could and placed a hand on Danny's shoulder, forcing his feet to the ground.

Given how Dick's arm was shaking and the muscles strained, Danny knew it wasn't easy.

But the man played it off, taking out his phone and showing Danny the minions meme he was in the process of making.

By the time the perfect minion meme was completed, Danny had control again.

~~~~~~

"Oh, you know just asking for a frieeeeeeeeeee-hhhheyyyyy Danny! Wow you look super hung over right now you need sunglasses let me just-"

Danny stared at Dick, bewildered, as the other man reached up and shoved a pair of his own sunglasses onto Danny's face.

"Yeah I gotta go-I'll just ask later Uncle Clark, it's fine-no, do not come here, do not-he hung up." Dick pulled the phone away from his ear and stared down at it.

Danny reached up to take off the sunglasses, only for Dick to snatch his hand out of the air and start tugging him towards the vehicle bay.

"We're going on patrol, yes we are, nothing to see here," Dick laughed, a little too high pitched, as he forced Danny right back outside.

"Dick what the fu-"

"Dick! What a surprise to see you here!"

"Danny don't take off the sunglasses-hey Uncle Clark!"

Danny stood, confused and ever so slightly afraid, as a man as tall and as built as he was made his way over to him and Dick.

"Oh, you must be Dick's partner! He's told me so much about your adventures together!" The man reached forward for a handshake.

Danny, feeling a little slighted, decided to add a little more strength than necessary.

To his surprise, this Clark person did the same.

Danny tilted his head, narrowing his eyes a little at the man.

...

He squeezed harder.

So did the other man, who now had an amused smile on his face.

...Okay, so maybe Danny was having a little fun with it.

He squeezed even harder, but unfortunately for him; his body translated 'let's have a little fun' to 'let's enhance gravity'.

The sound of multiple car alarms going off as well as Dick's strangled hiss forced Danny to drop the man's hand entirely, which startled him into letting go of his increased gravity field.

"Dick I'm so sorry I-"

"-Need training. Badly." Clark cut in, eyebrow raised as he stared down Dick.

Dick glared at him.

"It's his choice, Clark."

"It really was an accident, sir, I-"

"-Don't even realize your eyes are glowing. What happens if you have heat vision, like Superman? What if it goes off?" Clark interrupted his stammering, disapproval radiating off of him.

Danny felt himself flush in mortification, his hand reaching up to make sure the sunglasses were securely on his face.

"Clark, seriously, it's his choice, stop trying to force him-"

"-I just need a place that's mostly empty and four days." Danny interrupted, somehow feeling rather small before Dick's Uncle.

Clark smiled at him.

"I happen to know just the place."

~~~~~~

Kansas.

Buttfuck nowhere Kansas.

Well, Danny had asked for somewhere that was empty.

Apparently Clark was a meta with super strength, and his parents owned a farm. It had been a small thing to ask for permission for Danny to camp in the most isolated part of it to get used to his new gravity powers.

Danny had not been anticipating Dick tagging along.

"Come on, it'll be fun!" Dick laughed, making sure that his tent was secure.

Danny wasn't too sure about that.

"Dick, maybe you should uh...not be around me. For this. I appreciate everything, don't get me wrong-"

"Danny," Dick interrupted, finally sounding serious, "You won't hurt me. You already showed control the first time it popped up; you narrowed the area of influence down to five feet. I just don't think you should be alone. Plus, we're friends! Of course I wanna be here!"

Danny startled, and realized that Dick was right.

The man wormed his way into being Danny's friend without Danny even realizing it.

"...Alright. But if I tell you to run, you run."

"Aye aye!"

~~~~~~

Three weeks later, Danny felt secure in his skin.

The campout had done him a world of good, and he had a pretty good grasp on his gravity powers.

If gravity manipulation was the only additional power, then he was pretty sure his whole 'ghost puberty' thing would be cakewalk.

He leaned back and stretched, yawning.

And got the hiccups.

And with the first hiccup, the report he'd just spent five goddamn hours on disappeared in front of him and Dick.

In it's place, there was a red rock.

"...Did you just send that report to Mars?" Dick hissed, leaning forward with a wild look in his eyes.

Danny held his breath, eyes wide.

Dick's eyes widened as well.

"Don't," Dick whispered, "Don't hiccup. Think of uh...a Tricycle, with two wheels! A bear with kangaroo legs!"

Danny hiccupped.

His pen disappeared, replaced by a shiny, golden lasso.

"Oh no," Dick whispered, horror on his face, "She's gonna kill me."

The man was new to the force, and had a tendency to disappear with insane excuses. Honestly, had it been any other force than Bludhaven's, he would have been fired.

Dick assumed that he was an addict, like his previous partner had been.

Which...was not ideal. But Dick could hopefully convince Fenton to go to rehab and seek help.

That, however, was looking like it would be an impossibility.

A chase through a construction site would, apparently, be what ended him; one of the burglars had thrown a length of chain at Dick, and had actually gotten him in the legs.

Then, while he was down and Fenton was still finding his way around the site, the bad guy's buddy had found one of the cranes and decided to maneuver it so that it was dangling the steel beam it was carrying directly over Dick.

He was cursing his inability to act as he could as Nightwing while trapped in his Officer's uniform, and mentally apologizing to Fenton for not being able to help him, as the steel beam was released from the crane above his head.

Then his vision was filled with Fenton.

Fenton reached up, braced himself, and caught the steel beam.

The man barely made a sound beyond a pained wheeze.

Their eyes met; one pair surprised and one pair strained.

"Grayson," Fenton hissed, teeth clenched, and had the man always had fangs? "I'm not as strong as Superman, you have to move."

Dick snapped back to reality and reached down to untangle his leg, keeping an eye on how shaky Fenton was getting the longer he took.

Finally, he yanked his leg free and darted away.

The steel beam let out a loud, almost deafening clang as it slammed into the ground.

Fenton bent over, trembling hands on his knees, as he took slow, steady breaths.

Oh.

Oh!

That made so much more sense than what Dick had thought was happening!

~~~~~~

Now that Dick knew what he was looking for, it was easy to spot.

Fenton's freckles had a tendency to randomly glow. Sometimes he had claws, other times he had fangs, and when he was truly lost in thought, his eyes would grow a brilliant, Lazarus green.

Dick was highly concerned about the eye thing for multiple reasons.

The lack of control told him that Fenton was relatively new to his powers. What if the glowing eyes was a sign of laser vision?

Dick was deep in thought when he turned the corner and saw his partner sitting weirdly and clinging to his desk like it was the only thing in his life with any meaning.

Dick took a closer look.

Ah. The chair was roughly four inches off the ground.

Dick walked over and put his full weight on Fenton's shoulders, feeling his core burn as he fought with the new metas flight powers.

"Okay, so there's a few forms we need to go over. Click on the folder marked 'suggestions'."

It took roughly thirty minutes for Fenton to get his power under control again.

"...Thank you," the bigger man muttered, clearly embarrassed.

"Don't worry about it," Dick reassured him, thinking fondly back on helping Duke train, "It's no trouble at all."

~~~~~~

Dick was getting reprimanded again, for inadvertently uncovering four fellow officers in a way that could not be covered up.

The force had no choice but to let them go.

He tuned it out, per usual, and accepted the nasty desk work that no one wanted.

He could only hope that Fenton wouldn't be too upset about said desk work.

When he got to his desk, however, a small group of his coworkers were waiting for him.

Shit.

More than likely friends of the ones he'd just gotten fired.

And it was too late to turn around; they'd noticed him.

He walked forward, bracing himself, just as they turned towards him as one.

Then Fenton returned from his snack run; and the man towered above them all.

The officers that had been about to gang up on Dick froze.

Fenton stared them down, arms full of junk food and soda.

"I really hope," his partner said quietly, voice underlined with a faint growl Dick was absolutely certain the man did not realize was there, "That you guys aren't about to do something so stupid I have to get involved."

One of the soda cans he was holding exploded.

Fenton didn't flinch as it crumpled beneath his fist, the sugary drink dripping into the carpet.

The group left very, very quickly after that.

~~~~~~

"An untrained meta?" Batman's voice growled through the comm.

Dick sighed, already feeling the disapproval.

"He's fine, B. He's in Bludhaven, not Gotham, so I say he stays."

"That is...highly dangerous," Batman ventured, sounding pained.

"He just has a few accidents here and there, but he's mostly got it handled. There haven't been any injuries."

"Hn."

"I'm serious; he's really, really careful."

"Hm."

"The only really scary incident he had was with a dumpster, and he managed to isolate the influence of his gravity so not much else got damaged."

"I'm sorry," Red Robin cut in, sounding incredulous, "Did you just insinuate he can manipulate gravity?"

"...He's also very careful."

"He needs training," Robin tsked, disdain leaking through.

"I'm not going to force him to be a hero if he doesn't want to be one, guys."

"Superman says you can use him as C, and just say he's got super strength."

"Superman, stop listening in, it's rude," Nightwing chastised into the air.

There was silence on the comms.

"Superman says no," Batman reported, voice flat.

"Superman sounds like he doesn't want that potroast I was planning to make next week," Dick countered.

There was a pause.

Batman released a pained breath.

"Superman says he's sorr-just text him yourself."

Dick did.

~~~~~~

Dick had been looking for Fenton for nearly an hour, and had zoned in on the least used, most disgusting bathroom the Station had.

Opening the door, he finally found him.

"Oh, there you are, we need-woah! Fenton, what the-?"

He then got to witness his partner practically leap for the nearest stall.

Dick frowned, was quietly made his way over to the sink he'd been standing at.

It had various tubes of cheap makeup scattered everywhere, and a phone that was paused in the middle of a makeup tutorial.

Oof.

Fenton was having physical changes aside from the fangs and claws, then.

Well, luckily Dick knew all about stage makeup!

"You know," Dick said, sounding as casual as he could, "I was raised in a circus; we do each others makeup to save time there. If you need help..."

There was a pause, and then Fenton shuffled out of the stall, head down.

Oh. Oh, dear. His freckles were glowing.

Vividly.

The makeup had been applied in patches, and wasn't well-blended, so it did nothing to hide them. Quite frankly, Fenton looked like he had gotten into a fight with a bucket of makeup and lost.

The poor man looked ready to combust.

Dick valiantly swallowed his laugh at the poor job Fenton-Danny-had done, and instead offered the most supportive smile he could.

Danny leaned down so that Dick had an easier time reaching his face, looking very much like a kicked puppy.

Dick...was starting to see what Lois saw in Clark.

"Better to wash it all off and start over; I'll teach you as we go along."

Wiping off the makeup, Dick decided then and there that Danny could use a friend, not just a work partner.

Dick also decided he was the perfect candidate for the job.

Danny: so i have a confession to make

Dick, assuming danny is about to finally tell him out loud that he is a meta and maybe give some backstory: yeah?

Danny: so like, i really appreciate that you have been willing to deal with all my weird bullshit and i am touched, genuinely, that you are trying to make my life easier and get me in contact with people who can help me train

Dick, a little worried cause he can feel the 'but' coming and is concerned: yeah?

Danny: im not actually a meta. Like. Legally im not a meta. I have also had my powers for like, 14 years now.

Dick, now thoroughly confused and very concerned: what

Danny: yeah legally im actually technically like, a fungus? Or something like that? Im still half human so that is the important part. Most of my bullshit i got a handle on in high school, teenage heroics helped a LOT, but uh.

Dick: a... a fungus??

Danny: yeah! Anyway i went to see my GP about the weird stuff that is happening now and, boy, this is a littke embarrassing to admit out loud, but like. Apparently the non-human part of my biology is old enough now to also go through a kind of puberty? So like. Yeah. Non-human second puberty.

Danny: it shouldn't be this bad the whole time, i am gonna keep getting new abilities every few months? As I, uh, grow into an adult-er version of, you know, the non-human part? But now that I know what is happening it will be easier to not, uh, freak pepple out with it, u know?

Dick, still concerned but has long since reached a level of "fuck it this might as well happen" with Danny's powers that he is getting over the shock quickly and moving right into curiosity: what kind of non-human?

Danny: if i told you that you would be legally obligated to turn me into the government for actual torture so let's not get into it, yeah?

Dick, with his titans/jla communicator halfway out and typing a "who wants to fuck the government up for my now partner with me" message: yeah okay, just like, could you tell me who would do that to you? So i can be sure to, um, NOT blow them up, obviously, so that i know who to avoid speaking to? Yeah that one.

Danny, touched that his bf isn't prying and is instead trying to make sure he doesn't accidentally bring those people to Danny's doorstep: oh yeah the GIW, ghost investigation ward, i think? Don't think too hard about the name.

Dick, already texting jason to ask how many explosives he can borrow and if jason wants to join him on a "destroy some shady government assholes" tour of america for a week or so: sweet. I have. So many questions but i will ask them after i go on vacation for about a week.

Dick, jason, tim, and a couple other yj/titans people hunt the giw for sport.

Dick comes home a week later like "okay about the whole non-human thing" and danny just "awe babe you didn't have to hunt my enemies for sport to propose! You could have done it the human way!"

This is my Dad, Jack. No he is not a Meta his side of the family is just like that. Yes, we know for sure. Dad sequenced his DNA several times for fun. Remember when that one DNA company got sued into the ground after it was discovered they were faking results? Dad figured that out when their results were way off from his actual sequence. He does genetic coding work on the side between projects.

Don't get him started on Lexcorp genetics lab. They tried to loophole out of a contract and use his stuff for really weird secret project. It broke a ton of the contract and they are now facing the ramifications of it. He won most of the suits against them already, and is just working on the last one about the guardianship of the person they illegally created with his work. Part of his contracts covers that as it is about cutting edge science and laws not always being able to keep up. Don't want to end up like the Fertility Industry with their issues.

Danny: Oh. Do not tell Jazz that.

Dick: ... your older sister? Why, will she be mad?

Danny: ... She will not be ‘mad’ as in ‘angry’, exactly...

Dick: Why did I get a chill down my spine at you nitpicking that word choice.

Danny: She’s very passionate about both psychology and grew up with our parents scientific ethics.

Dick: Okay unpack that for me please.

Danny: She’ll put all your interactions under a metaphorical microscope to study them.

Dick: ... So what I’m hearing is that your family is just as nuts as mine is.

Danny: Yours might win by virtue of sibling numbers alone. But yes.

Danny: ... you said ‘First thing’ - did you have a second thing to tell me?

Dick's oldest younger brother, Jason, has a halfa like him but he didn't seem to be clocking on Danny.

Otherwise he would have started a conversation in their people's language. Thankfully he hasn't had a language problem yet.

Anyway, after the Dinner, Dick and Danny went in Dick's room (which was big enough for both of them to share), "So... You are aware that Jason is the same species as me right? Before you ask, yes I am sure."

Dick stared wide eyed at Danny, "How are you sure?"

"All of us have an energy signature. My parents made tech to sense it but it works only when I use my powers. We on the other hand can sense others even without them having to use their powers. For full fungi people I even get a physical tell when I sense them."

Danny Phantom x Over the Garden Wall crossover | Part 9

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

Happy Truce @i-drank-the-markers

Sorry about the delay. I hope this little comic will amuse you. I went for the promts: Actually scary ghosts (including danny), Ghost Puberty (even if it didn't come across that clearly), Ghost Hunger. And Sam and Tucker are the greatest friends ever. I may also have added Wes as he was a like as well as Everlasting Trio.

There is also a bunch of sketches that didn't make the cut I leave them here below as well.

My intention was to create a simple storyboard, but I ended up making it look more like an animatic.

I’ve had this idea for a very long time, and I’m proud I was finally able to make it I love drawing these two sm!

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Danny Phantom & Billy Batson (Shazam/Captain Marvel)

I think this is the first time I've ever done a full setting/ background, particularly with two characters. There are flaws but I'm tirreedd

And the other way around so nobody has to flip their device upside down!

Like Tucker's fear of hospitals and doctors from Doctor's Disorders, for example.

To be precise, the fact that Danny had apparently no idea that Tucker goes downright catatonic whenever he passes in front of the nurse's office as a result of his fear of anything medical related but Sam did. Especially since Danny and Tucker have known each other for as long as they've known Sam, if not longer.

If the plot were a little bit darker/more mature and didn't shy away from heavy topics like human mortality or that Danny actually died in the accident and came back to (half) life, this would all have a very simple explanation.

Danny didn't know about Tucker's fear of hospitals because it's a recent thing, while Sam does because she was there when it happened.

In other words, if you ask me, Tucker could have developed his fear after Danny's accident. After spending who knows how long inside a hospital waiting for news of his best friend's recovery, with each passing second spent there being a constant reminder of the possibility that Danny might not make it. Thus, his fear would be a result of anything medical reminding him of those agonising times and of the fear he felt at the idea of losing his best friend forever. And Sam would know about it but not Danny because she was right there by Tucker's side as they both waited while Danny was being treated and remained unaware of the world going on around him.

And just like that, you fix a plot hole, and add layers to the story, the characters and their interpersonal dymanics in one fell swoop.

Amity Country Club

Amity Park Lanes -bowling hall

Internet Cafe

Minigolf

Amity Park SwapMeet

Mr. Meat butcher shop + TV repair + Pet Store

Material Grill restaurant + Elmer's Pharmacy