Boo

In return, Danny helps them with their studies. Mostly it's Anthropology these days, but there's still some biology that needs to be done.

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He was not anticipating falling through a glowing green portal into a hellscape of green and purple, only to fall through that and land on a floating island that looks like a rain forest.

And he really, really wasn't anticipating needing to haul the newer hero, Phantom he thinks, through said forest as he tries to outrun a deranged floating robot hunter that wants to skin the kid.

Except he didn't think far enough about what he was going to do once he got to the edge of the island, because now he's at the edge of it, overlooking a green abyss, and staring down the barrel of a gun.

He's injured, he's bleeding from multiple places, and something's wrong with Phantom; the kid won't wake up.

"You made this hunt fun," his hunter says, clearly happy. "For this I will award you, mortal, and take your pelt for my wall to rest alongside Phantom's."

Jimmy does not want that.

Jimmy is pretty sure Phantom does not want that.

Jimmy decides to jump off the side of the island with Phantom in tow.

The hunter dives after them, the gun's aim never wavering, only for him to get attacked by a bunch of...vultures?

Vultures that grab him and Phantom and drag them to another portal, one not far off.

He's thrown into a lab. Because of course he is.

There's a Count Dracula knock off staring down at him, glowing red eyes surprised.

"Well well well, who is this?" He asks, voice lilting. "One of his little friends?"

"Su-!" A cold hand closes around his throat, cutting off the cry before it can finish.

"Oh, don't bother him, he's busy with that alien invasion that's still ongoing," Dracula tells him, using the other hand to pick Phantom up and pull him away from Jimmy.

Jimmy's hand snaps to his watch only for the watch to be blown off his wrist with a flash of light and a burning sensation.

"If I'm being completely honest, I've no idea what to do with you. A human? In my lab?"

"It's more likely than you think!" One of the vultures crows, before being smacked into silence by it's brethren.

Dracula sighs, like he's being put upon, and drags Jimmy to a different section of the lab, ignoring the human's weakening struggles.

Just when Jimmy thinks he's about to pass out from lack of oxygen, he's thrown into a cell, and glowing bars slam down after him.

"Sit tight, I'll make you forget you were ever here later," Dracula orders him, hefting up Phantom with one hand and frowning. "I may have misjudged how much to drug him with, if he's still stuck in this form. Oh well."

Then Dracula shrugs, and walks off to a far more horrifying part of the lab with tubes big enough to house people, and weird green liquid running through tubes connected to needles.

Jimmy needs to get out, and he needs to take Phantom with him.

And luckily for him, he's pretty sure Dracula accidentally set off the watch when he shot it off his arm.

~~~~~~

Vlad had, in his defense, warned Daniel that if he tried to go into battle as injured as he was then he would drug the boy and force him to undergo medical treatment.

Sure, he hadn't meant to drag in one of his little civilian human friends, but it's fine, he'll just put the red-head aside while he works on Daniel.

He is, after all, trying to be 'good' now.

But good does not mean kind, and he made no promises about being 'nice'.

So he'll handle the little human later, once Daniel is sorted out.

A Match Made In Hell Au

A big thank you to @justwannabecat for corrupting me with this dead on main soulmate prompt. I have been buried in plot bunnies for months now because of you. Dp x Dc

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Phantom Elf Au

The “what if everyone in Amity Park were cryptid immortals” prompt that got me in a head lock. Dp x Dc a series of one shots from outside POV.

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The Fae Scientist

Hear me out.

Canonically in the DC universe the Lazarus Pits are used to extend the life of Ras Al Ghul and others on top of bringing people back from the dead.

Ras Al Ghul is OLD. He has been around for hundreds of years.

Now in the DP x DC crossovers it is usually agreed that the Lazarus Pits are corrupted ectoplasm or ectoplasm mixed with magic or just un-pure ectoplasm. Regardless of what is chosen it is agreed that it’s base is ectoplasmic in origin.

Ectoplasm extends life and the entire city of Amity Park is

DRENCHED

in Pure ectoplasm.

Think about it for a moment. The ENTIRE CITY of Amity Park has constant exposure to the PURE form of the Lazarus Pits. After a few years they would JUST STOP AGING.

Danny and his sister (and Dani if she’s in your fic) would be first.

Tucker and Sam and Valerie would be next.

Vlad only looks old because of his hair colour.

The teens of amity who are constantly around fights would be next and everyone else afterwords.

Frankly immortal Danny is good.

IMMORTAL AMITY PARK IS HILARIOUS.

If you add in the headcanon that Amity flickers into and out of the ghost zone after the whole Pariah Dark incident which is a place CANONICALLY OUT OF TIME.

Well now you got them aging even slower and the hilarity of Amity park just being a city of holograms to Elmerton and the rest of the world that you can sometimes interact with causing people to treat it more like a myth rather then an actual place you can move to if you’re insane enough. Also the ectoplasmic exposure would probably concentrate over time which would make it hard to move there or leave for long periods of time without getting insanely sick/going mentally insane/dying dissuading people from visiting/moving/leaving there even more and by that point the government might just decide to pretend the city doesn’t exist as long as they promise to keep their problems to themselves (personally I headcanon that ectoplasm is a heavy substance that disperses back into the ghost zone quickly and that it wouldn’t really spread outside of Amity Park so Elmerton and the surrounding are completely fine and that since Amity is exposed slowly over time the ectoplasm won’t immediately kill them). Throw in Tucker/Technus wiping out any information on them on the online world and you get the Justice League completely unaware of a LITERAL CITY OF IMMORTALS JUST CHILLING OUT A STATE OVER FROM WISCONSIN.

Better yet, since the aging is slowed down due to ectoplasm then the people of Amity would age similar to how the neverborn ghosts (like Boxed Lunch daughter of Lunch Lady and Box Ghost) so Mentally they ARE the age they look with just an INSANE amount of experience hence ELVES.

THINK OF ALL THE POSSIBILITIES THIS WOULD CREATE FOR FICS!

World ending event that the Justice League can’t solve unless they somehow develop a cure for an alien disease plaguing the world MEET random Amity Park scientist who has DEDICATED their life, even before it got extended, to solving diseases and has a ton of practice because ectoplasmic disease make logic go out the window anyways and 150 years of practice looking at things sideways means the “world ending plague” is solved within 10 minutes by a person on vacation.

Like the Justice League would be like *surprise Pikachu face* and this random Amity Parker would be like it’s no big deal and my vacation is over so bye AND WHEN THE JUSTICE LEAGUE TRIES TO FIND THE PERSON THAT SAVED THEM NOTHING WOULD COME UP AND IT WOULD DRIVE THEM INSANE.

Now what about Young Justice/Teen titans? They are trying to take down a bad guy and get civilians out of the way but the bad guy is tough and they can’t lose a fighter or more people WILL die and then suddenly this Asian teen (Kwan) who has had like 200 years of dodging practice and taking hits from both football and ghost fights and with slight enhanced strength that even old Amity grandmas have comes barreling through and grabbing people then professionally acrobating his way out of harm while luging like four people and continues to do so until the YJL no longer has to worry about civilians while fighting. Everyone on the team thinks the teen must be a meta and all agree that he’d be a perfect addition to the team only to not be able to find him afterwards and to realize that he doesn’t even come up on the Justice leagues facial recognition. Meanwhile Kwan was just so used to getting out of the way of ghost fights and when he saw people who couldn’t remove themselves from the danger zone he just acted on instinct cause sometimes amity kids can’t move fast enough and need an extra hand getting to safety which is no big deal and sides he’s still got to find that flower shop so he can pick up the lilies he KNOWS Dash loves and can’t get in Amity so that he can pass them on to Jack (another football player) cause Kwan knows they’ve been crushing on each other for the past 50 years and he is nothing if not a great wingman and friend who is more then willing to give them a shove in the right direction.

Like just the possibilities even without adding team Phantom professional ghost hunters/martial artists/weapons and technology experts/superhero/eldritch horrors/phycologist/hacker into the mix.

Every time the Justice League gets info on an Amity Parker it would just disappear into thin air like someone hacked into their computer and erased it leaving no traces whatsoever. Any physical documents they print out also just disappear even when placed in a locked room in space.

It would drive them nuts.

Just, the GIW getting lucky and capturing Danny as Phantom, knocking him out in the process. No vivisecting or cruel tests happen. Instead he's put in a room they designed with the younger ghosts in mind, (here's soft toys and blankets, Legos, books for a wide range of ages, things of that nature) but it's not perfect because they didn't know who'd they get.

They feel terrible when Phantom has a full-blown panic attack when he wakes up and crams himself into a corner so he can see the whole room. They quickly send in the onsight psychologist to help him through the attack and explain his new situation. His reactions are way too real for them to be faked.

A few days later, while trying to let Phantom settle into his new environment, they catch a second ghost and learn he can tell they have someone new, but the other ghost can't sense him. Phantom's fear and depression turning into worry (for both the ghost and humans) and determination, his attempts to break out of his room increases significantly. It makes them realize Phantom is a very social ghost and probably needs to see his "friends" to be healthy, but since they know what "ghost fights" look like they can't allow it yet. They need to ghostproof a large area without destroying anything.

Cue the GIW catching a few more ghosts and realizing Phantom is a bit odd for ghosts. He's the only one that they NEED to send the psychologist in regularly because of panic attacks, and start to realize Phantom is getting sick. They're not quite sure what his obsession is, they think it might be either space related or protection related since he's very passionate about both, but the poor ghost is literally starving and it's devastating to the scientists observing him. They can't understand what makes this ghost so different to the others, whom they've all gotten settled and, while not exactly happy, content. They've gotten really good at providing what the other ghosts need and gained enough trust for them to talk to them about their species. It helps when the GIW explain that this is meant to be more of a catch and release program, they just don't have access to a portal yet and are using the time it takes to build one to understand them all better.

A good chunk of the other ghosts express genuine concern over Phantom when they're told he's been there the longest. No one is sure it's healthy for Danny to be ghost so long, but aren't sure how to explain without outing the Halfa.

Phantom ends up passing out and reverting back to Danny, outing himself, because of lack of food or water. He'd be less skeletal if he could indulge in either of his obsessions, but neither were plausible while captive in a secret government base. He wakes up very distraught in a ghostproofed medbay.

The GIW is VERY confused and concerned by Danny's everything, but several behaviors make sense to them now and they start providing for his human instantly.

He ends up explaining his situation and how it happened the best he can. He realizes they weren't trying to hurt him or the other ghosts, but still feels better when they wheel him around the base to see the ghosts (he's too weak to walk or turn ghost currently) and the scientists are intrigued by how happy and concerned the ghosts are to see the kid still kicking.

The ghosts were more meh to see either other, but are literally vibrating with glee to see the kid. They later explain they tend to see the "little protector spirit" as a cute baby or annoying little brother.

@thatrandomsarahchick

But like? This is DEFINITELY a CPS situation, isnt it? They are pretty certain.

And as an American Citizen he HAS rights. They could on.y KEEP him when they weren't aware he WAS both Alive and a US Citizen. However! It's clearly not SAFE to send him back. There is no way to know his parents didn't INTENTIONALLY do this to him, allow this out of criminal neglect, or are even CAPABLE of supporting his new biology.

Plus? He might be radioactive now.

They'll definitely need to check his sister IMMEDIATELY for any concerning symptoms of ecto-radiation exposure. And his friends. And... his school.... oh dear.

But! That's not HIS fault. He's a minor. Dealing with a whole new, ALIEN, biology. On TOP of puberty! Very scary! He's been doing a GOOD JOB, okay? (Note to self. Bump up the psychologist visits. Possible CPSTD? CAN he still get PTSD?)

Cause like? Online schooling is a thing. They can TOTALLY get him back on track to be an astronaut again! Or at the very least, an aerospace specialist! All while they figure out what HAPPEN to him and if it can happen to other people. What support he'll need. Maybe write ten billion papers about it.

Ever since I saw it on a sci-fi show?

The Deadly Magical House That Loves You™. See, it's a house that has become something MORE. Gained sentience. And? Instead of acting out some cheap horror movie jump scares? It digs deep to its foundations, thinks long n hard, and decides on what it WANTS.

And it WANTS?

To be a HOME™.

To TAKE CARE OF somebody. Have LIFE in its halls. Meals at its tables. Joy and laughter bouncing across its walls. So? It lays a trap. Lures people in.

Come live in me~

I am a good home.

I am Free! I am "Safe". I will give you whatever your heart desires.

I care not for morality or laws. Boundaries or taboos. Do you desire? Come, come, be HAPPY~! Live in me! Relax here! Forget about the world beyond these walls. Anything I can not give you, I can bring TOO you! This is a Happy Home.

But, of course, such sentience and pushiness terrifies. People run and flee in horror. The house getting more aggressive. Trying to hold tighter. After all! If they would just STAY for a while, they would SEE! It's so LOVELY here! The would LOVE to live inside them!

But... instead?

They are hurt.

Doors smashed open. Windows broken to escape. Furniture thrown. Their avatar, Jeeves, bashed with heavy things. Why... WHY?! They are only trying to HELP! To LOVE them! Be a good HOME! They grow more and more run down. Starved. Wrathful.

It is, of course, their Obsession. To be a home. They are so very hungry.

When? Who should come along?

But the depressed AF Ghost King! He's been... not TECHNICALLY kicked out. But "things are tense" kicked out. He's tired. His college courses are remote. He can't really AFFORD rent. And everything is just...

He's TIRED.

He wants to cry.

Why... why can't he have ONE good thing? ONE sign everything's gonna be alright?

"Free House!"

Well... I mean... that IS a literal sign. Huh. He flies down. The house notices him. Tries to look as enticing as it can. And? Gasp! I... It's WORKING? This one seems INTERESTED? Quick! Flowerbeds! Look at my flowerbeds! Ooooh, lovely floooowers! A.. and there's probably really nice wood flooring! C'mon. C'moooon!

Danny? Sees a free Lair. Not too far from both Gotham AND Metropolis. Good location. Needs a little fixing up. But I mean... you can't beat free, right?

Is he really gonna do this?

......fuck it. Yeah, let's do this. First house time. He's just glad he carries a sharpie on him most of the time. Scribbles "Sold!" Over the sign then calls Jazz. He's... kinda not sure WHAT he's supposed to pack?

Finds out, post move in, whoop. Sentient Lair. Clingy, clingy, highly desperate sentient Lair. Oof. Guess fixing up the place can be therapy for both of us. Jazz helps.

The house heals. He falls into a routine. Schoolwork, hang out in the garden or the observatory, meals FaceTiming friends or watching videos, naps whenever he wants them. It's... it's so peaceful. Quiet and soothing to his agitated and worn down soul. Like a balm.

House gets him whatever he needs. They're kinda awesome like that. Always seems to have room to fit this or that. He doesn't question it. His brain figuring it works on Zone logic.

He probably SHOULD have.

Because? Things have been going missing. At a slow, steady, pace. Food, technology, entertainment. A building that shouldn't BE there, has been spotted in a wealthy county just outside of Superman and Batman's two cities.

No one can get near it.

It's been getting BIGGER.

Growing, like a tumor, room by room. Floor by floor. The gardens creeping like kudzu, to swallow everything in their path. Yet delivery drivers drop things off. Things they don't remember. On trips they don't recall. People are scared.

Amateur detectives have managed to discover some sort of starlit fae that lives there, along with a human boy.

Justice League Dark has been called in. Are currently standing just outside the slowly creeping property line. A garden statue just hissed at them. The trees are trying to throw acorns. A hushed argument has already broken out. How do they contain the house?

Yes, Danny was not in the right headspace when he first found the house. That was the general anxieties of being without a job or familial support right when he became a legal adult. Not to mention Vlad amping things up as his obsession with playing Happy Family with Danny and Maddie was slipping away.

Then, a baby. Not a baby-baby but a scared little toddler who was hurt and didn’t understand.

Danny must PROTECT. The house must PROTECT.

The JDL was still trying to make an entry strategy when play ground equipment started sprouting from the ground on the front lawn.

JDL: This is bad. If one occupant led to this much growth the structure will never stop spreading!

Danny: Children need structure and familiarity, house. The center foyer, kitchen, and our rooms in the east wing should remain fixed and unchanged. Also I know you’re excited but we should rein it in until they’re old enough to play unsupervised. Now, I downloaded the baby proofing guide. Let’s start with gates for the stairs.

The GIW passed an amendment to the Anti Ecto acts that protects Halfas and Liminals after they see Danny transform. A week later Danny is captured by a Meta Human Trafficking group.

Like? Is a super nova beautiful? Yes! A tiger? Absolutely! Wildfires and tsunamis, majestic in their awe inspiring power? Why of course! BUT! Do we let civilians go up and TOUCH these things?

Ha! Fuck no.

They already HAVE pretty substantial evidence that SOMETHING (probably ghostly) is going on. They investigate it. They keep IT from getting hurt or hurting innocent people. Sometimes? It's radioactive material. Sometimes gas leaks. Sometimes GHOSTS! (Very exciting)

There is so much we can learn from that! Push our understanding of the Cosmos forward! Clean energy maybe? Medicine? Who knows!? But they INVESTIGATE! Learn. And, most importantly, get ON SITE first! So they can throw up Caution tape and keep anyone from ending up in the hospital (or worse).

They're basicly the "I want to believe" crowd for ghosts. But also Nasa. But ALSO the highest paid skeptics money can buy and environmental impact specialists etc. They'd NEVER have hired the Fentons. And in fact, probably have them on a WATCH LIST right along side several cults. Solely? Because the Fentons are trying to PUNCH A HOLE into(!!?) The long theorized ghost dimension.

Like?? NO?! DO NOT DO THAT!?

WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!?

Do you BORE A HOLE into the planet to study the way magma moves?! MAKE a fucking blackhole in a populated downtown to STUDY THEM? Maybe try breeding highly venomous snakes next to a preschool, next? While you juggle kerosene?! The FUCK, Fentons!!?!?

W-Who let Bored Danny have BooTube?

Sorry, YOU-Tube. He has TWO Apps now. BooTube is bigger. Way more random, yet... somehow more niche? Meh. It's what happens when you get billions of billions of people who all have their own Obsessions to rant over, on a site.

Ember's channel is pretty lit, tho, ngl.

He stopped using YOU-Tube almost overnight. Too many ads, weird algorithmic pushiness. No thanks. It was too small and too "trying to take my money". You know?

Buuuuut? See.... TUCKER is the Tech guy.

Coding and that sort of stuff. HE does hands on work. You want a toaster? He can MAKE you a toaster! With LAZERS! Runs off The Goo! But a program? Eeeeeeeh? Hit it with hammer maybe? Monkey make fire? Hit with stick? Blergh.

Yeah, he can SORTA push through.

But he suuuucks.

And like... he had a headache, okay? His project had just, quiet literally, exploded in his face. So when he looked at his phone? All the apps were blobs. He clicked the one that LOOKED kinda right. Shoved his arm in his phone and brute forced a channel set up.

He figured he could ramble about Space!

It's not like he cared is anyone LISTENS or not! It's a "for him" thing, you know? Like a diary. But more... putting on a ☆~show~☆?

So he rambles from the floor of his Lair's Lab, crashs and wails in the distance, green sky occasionally visible as he lazily floats by windows. Dropping... juuuust past human knowledge understanding of Space. Talking like he's STUDYING somewhere. Referencing PAPERS no human will ever be able to find.

But a few they WILL.

Some of which, are currently? Only half written.

But then? Oh YEAH... he should eat! You know... Sam keeps bringing him fruits and veggies and stuff from her internship at that Botanical Lair. Stuff never seen before of Earth. Or hasn't been seen in centuries.

Again, like, a FEW that? Randomly? Have???

He picks up something sharply purple, bright orange insides. Crisp crunch. He makes a face. And starts to ramble about it, distracted from Space. "Weirdly mushroom-y" he notes. "Kinda bubblegum sweet? But like... CHEAP bubblegum. Like it hits you all at once and is kinda chemically. But it disappears real fast? Huh. Spicy too..."

It's the first video on the Playlist. One of hundreds. Two of the green Lanterns RECONIZE that fruit ad HIGHLY toxic to humans, can't recognize what planet they're seeing. Or how this alien teen got himself on YouTube.

He seems... unaware of how incredibly famous he's become.

But his strange techno Pharoah friend has not. HE is both perfectly aware and apparently amused. Has taken to feeding him rare and hazardous flora and fauna, to see if it tastes good.

....there have been an alarming number of plants from dead planets.

And the comments the kid makes? Alarming as hell.

Sam's just pleased everybody's getting their greens. Danny's glad him n tuck get to hang and do "try weird foods and fuck around, bro time". They've made lazers! Talked about stuff! Debated why Martian Manhunter is THE superior Justice League member.

Danny understands. Wonder Woman is a BAMF. But he's biased, Tucker. He doesn't CARE if she has a sword and flowy, impressive locks! Shape-shifting telepath! From MARS!!! *imaginary mic drop*

And Tucker? Is conquering the YouTube scene with this charming, weird, relatable young alien. Who rambles about Space, debates nerd stuff, eats weird plants and describes them, and makes sci-fi technology! Theme? WHAT THEME? Phantom is a weird channel, man. You never know what you'll find!

And no one can get rid of it.

WHO'S THE LOSER NOW, Superman5ever32!? *maniacal cackling*

*Danny sloooowly leans into frame*

Tucker: NO! I am a GOD!!

Danny: Yeahhh... Ima call Sam. We need to pop your ego before something bad happens buddy!

Tucker: Why! Why do you betray me this way!

Danny: BFF's my guy. Can't let the power get to you again. You KNOW what happened last time!

Legally.

Well, SEMI-Legally.

All while being Unhinged and talking like a "Rue The DAY!" Type Supervillian of old. Ornate, crazy people with red string taking half the room type plans. Sweet talking his girlfriend who is apparently an ever revolving string of PDAs with old lady names. Killer eye liner.

Legitimately, terrifyingly, capable of destroying Assholes and Doxxers. Do not feed the trolls? You FOOL! HE is the carnivore here! HE feeds UPON the trolls!!! Bwahahahaha!

He has a patreon.

People LOVE this unhinged nightmare man. He needs unlimited therapy FOREVER. Sells cute plushies n tee-shirts. Posts RANTING videos on 1) technology. And 2) everything to do with exactly ONE(1) lesser known Egyptian Pharoah's rule.

Dude has some surprisingly strong opinions on the subject.

But? It's also? Kind of like getting to watch Chaotic Good and Chaotic Neutral brawl it out in a hamster cage. Fruit guy keeps pulling the "enforced self care via running tackle" from off screen. You can see him just? Minding his business...

Then Pharoah will say something SUS ™.

And he just...

Leeeeeans back into frame.

And squints at him.

Wham!

Cut to a loony tune style mash up of the guy wrangling this Sci-Fi, gold n silks, techno futurist Suave Villian turn YOWLING CAT of a full grown man? Off screen to: 1) go too bed. 2) eat a vegetable, ANY vegetable. 3) touch some fucking grass, you HEATHEN.

And more!

You couldn't script shit like this is you TRIED. It's ADHD the channel. Surreal, educational, there was a weenie dog uprising at one point. No, no, not the DOG breed. Like... hot dogs. The FOOD! Yes they're serious!

And that's not touching the random "Guest Speakers"! Fruit guy? Some times just let's? Rando's take his phone and record. There was a Blob. It looked like pudding with a face. Gave a VERY serious lecture, with scribbles on a note book, for presumably visual aids? Entirely in this chirpy lil uwu language no one could understand.

Except fruit guy.

He was FASCINATED.

Another was some sort of praying mantis monk. This REALLY impassioned shell playing giant otter who was trying out a "new sound" for his band. And a suit of armor explaining why some guy called Lobo "is a lil BITCH who still owes him 20 credits, no, killing me WONT GET YOU OUT OF IT YOU-".

Tucker? Having the time of his life. Encourages Sam to find the weirdest plants. Brings her over to talk about how to grow them properly. Even in different planets. Danny talking about the tech you need to emulate the correct conditions. Tucker talking about the coding needed to make sure it all runs correctly.

The crowd explodes into questions.

Clark: Ms Lane. While Phantom may be a handsome young man? He is, indeed, young. Far too young for me. While ah, flattered? I suppose? To be found attractive. I am not interested in anyone that young.

Danny: You knew and you didn't tell me!

Tucker: It was funny, dude.

Danny: Funny? I haven't censored anything I've said!

Tucker: Please, dude, I didn't let you say anything incriminating or secret revealing. And if you did, no you didn't. Lost footage.

Danny: Um, temporal secrets! Y'know, the lost knowledge from extinct planets? The scientific advancements that haven't actually been made yet?? The stuff I only know because of running errands for Clockpa???

Tucker: Uh........

Danny: If Clockpa or the Observants make me fix a mess made because you let me post all these to YouTube instead of... the other site... you are helping me clean up.

Danny: I do NOT like how you said that. Yes?

Tucker: Wanna give people an explanation? Since I'm such a good coder and hacker no one can find us?

Danny: Urgh! No! You can! You did this! You explain! Wait! Sam knew too! Where is she! I'm gonna go haunt her ass!

I'm not gonna explain shit~☆ *video cuts off*

Danny now thinks things have been explained. Tucker knows this. Tucker is having FUN and you'll be prying this from his cold, dead, mischievous lil weasel up too SEVERAL no goods, hands! Mwahahahahahahaha!!!

Dearly beloved, Phandom darlings...

Can DANNY EAT VIDEO GAME/TV FOOD?

I... I NEED to know. You don't UNDERSTAND!? Think about it. No, seriously. THINK about all those HIGHLY unrealistic, too good to be true, PERFECT looking meals. Animated shows n games etc where there are chefs who will "cook for Anybody!"

Now think about being 14 going 20. A teenager. A broke college student. Your fridge is empty and everything you touch? Comes back to LIFE. You're... you're just so hungry. Tired. Your bruises have bruises and you have a paper due tomorrow.

I kinda want to CRY.

Can only eat cup ramen so many times before you DO.

And this show? That commercial? Yonder cooking game?? Well... they did a REAL good job animating it. It looks so WARM. So FILLING and COMFORTING. You can practically SMELL it.

You look down at your sad, soggy, cheap but you can afford it, EZ Noodles and? Feel something BREAK inside. You... you KNOW you can travel inside technology. KNOW this. Have done it before. Why... why AREN'T you? You can't keep living like this.

You gotta TRY, right?

I? Wanna believe it TOTALLY works?? Because Ectoplasm is weird like that? And just shrugs? Says "actual food, the concept of food backed by electricity, what's the difference? Sure, we can fuck with this"? And so Danny? IMMEDIATELY fucking switches his diet.

Like? Dead stop screech, slam on the breaks, u-turn to take that last off-ramp. Type IMMEDIATE.

Grocery bill? No, no, you mistake him! No. NOW it's his "carefully researched for their cooking, games and shows" bill. Touch his collection and he'll FUCKING BITE.

They got sticky notes on the cases. Menus n lil fold out "grocery store" locations. He punched a dragon for this fruit. Mmmmm, home cooked meeeeeals~

Just? Weird Foodie Danny. Yes he DOES know what those steaks taste like. While YOU fuckers were staring at the cat girls bizangas, HE was eating granny cat lady's home made meatball stew! Ha! YOU FOOLS!

More then that? I want him to write reviews. Like "yeah, fight system was OKAY but- *5 hour glowing rant about the food, sounding like a food critic who'd actually fucking gone and loved it* " and people are like?? Who? Is this funky lil madman? This is hilarious?

I want it to be DPxDC JUST? So everyone slowly starts to play the game "Meta or Shtick?" Because no one REALLY knows who he is. This dude gets POPULAR though. For some reason can't be hacked (shame on you guys! Way to try and ruin the FUN!). And like? Eventually? Someone just fucking ASKS?

And Danny is like... " wouldn't YOU like to know, weatherboy?"

So everyone is like:

"Meta."

But hey... since they're already ASSUMING~? >:3c WHOOOOO wants to help him PAY RENT~? Let's VLOG this fucker! Wooooo! Say "hi" Catchef! *feline noises* like? It's like a let's play combined with a mukbang.

Teen Heros everywhere are FACINATED. Game developers are suddenly like? "If there's food. You BETTER make it look amazing. We want that weird YouTube twink to... whatever his powers are, our game! Free viral marketing!" Food channels? Rending their clothes, on their KNEES, please! PLEASE! Just ANSWER OUR EMAIL! Just ONE SHOW! A one off! Guest appearance!

We have MONEY!!!

All while Danny? Is finally happy with his life. Weird as hell. Harrasing the world. Good food on the regular. Gets to travel, kinda. Best of all? He's raising money from it! Can help people! Now... who wants salad?

He'd been attending an Inventor's conference, when things had well and truly gone to shit.

An AI that Lex Luthor was making had taken control of the weird elephant robot Jack and Maddie had made, which had then forcibly amalgamated the weapons Vlad had made and the shields Wayne Enterprises had brought along and...well.

It was kicking Superman's ass.

Because, apparently, Ecto behaved as a subdued version of Kryptonite.

Which was very bad, because the guns it was using fired Ecto-shots instead of Plasma.

Which is...possibly world/Realm ending levels of "not ideal", because in all his travels of the Realms, he's never heard of one that survived for very long without Superman.

And he's rather attached to this Realm, because he happens to live in it.

Shit.

Shit shit shit.

He can't transform into Plasmius, there's no time.

Instead, he steps out from cover and grabs one of the anti-tank guns from a nearby table...and, as gently as he can, slides it behind him to Jack and Maddie. They'll know what to do.

If anyone can modify a weapon to the extent that it could be considered a violation of multiple treaties in less that ten minutes, it's those two.

He hates this. He hates that he has to do this.

He isn't a hero. He doesn't want to die like one.

And those weapons will kill him, if they land a hit. He knows. He made them, after all.

What follows is him drawing the modified Killer-Robot's attention and dodging shots, pulling it away from Superman until either someone qualified to deal with a technological threat like this appears, or until Jack and Maddie finish tampering with the gun.

But Superman isn't getting up.

Whatever Jack and Maddie are about to do to that robot, and he knows they've altered the gun because he can hear them getting into place, is probably going to make it explode.

With Ecto contaminated shards.

Right. Over. Superman.

Vlad doesn't curse. He doesn't have time to. He has no idea where the other, useless heroes are and he doesn't care.

He darts forward, between the legs of the monstrosity that Jack and Maddie built, gets grazed by an attempted shot, dodges another, and almost gets stepped on when Jack finally fires the anti-tank gun into it's side.

He grabs Superman, hoists the big lug over his shoulders, and books for the door.

He only barely makes it in time.

The robot explodes behind him, with the gunshots continuing throughout as Jack makes sure there's nothing left.

He has no doubt Maddie is handling the AI portion of it.

He unceremoniously drops Superman to the ground and turns to help them.

They wrap it up in time for other heroes to finally step in, the useless troglodytes.

But by the time he gets home three days later, it's the worst case scenario for him.

The Justice League has turned their attention to him, so that they can thank him for saving one of their own.

It starts out with mentioning him in press conferences. Then it branches out into Superman going out of his way to thank him. Then Superman and other heroes are inviting him to...to cookouts?

All of them know his name. All of them want to talk to him.

This is bad, because Vlad's a criminal. He knows it, Maddie knows it (but not the extent of it), Daniel knows it.

He has...no idea how long he can hide from them that he's technically what they would consider a villain.

Here, buddy, have a hotdog! Let watch that team you like! Is pack bonding GREAT? Wet cat to reformed villian pipeline in a gooooo~☆

*reads the nephew in*

*Danny get UNHOLY spark of "I'ma Fuck With Some Folks" in his eyes*

WOW Vlad! I am reluctantly impressed! Look at ME! Coming around so reluctantly! But being in AWE of your COOL HEROIC ACTION AND FRIEND! There is a clear way to my affection if you continue down this path! I am positively reinforcing you! That shoulder toss was So Cool! Could you... TEACH ME™?

imagine a ghost's core is like a fucked up radio/scanner/thing. it sends out frequencies to other ghost cores around it, and takes the preliminary information it finds to get a better read on the ghosts around it (i.e. if Skulker met Boxed Lunch, he'd be able to tell they're the Box Ghost's and Lunch Lady's kid, how long they've been a ghost and maybe a bit about whatever their obsession or powers are, and if they're a threat or not) and the frequency would also help the ghost learn what "pitch" of ghost speak they can use (like if the ghost more easily hears/uses a higher-sounding ghost speak, or if they're better with lower tones or whatever) so they can speak more easily

Part 2, part 3

Harley hummed. She eyed the newest inmate, a gorgeous hunk of meat with dark raven hair and bright blue eyes. He was wearing the usual orange suit, but he wore it like a model, with the buttons opened and sleeves rolled up, highlighting his broad arms and tight muscles. He was as beautiful as a demon, and even though Ivy was way prettier, Harley still couldn’t help but be curious.

Harley nodded to herself, thinking for only a moment. Then she waved a hand, calling out, “Yoo hoo! You there! Hey, handsome! Why don’t you come here and spend some time with me and Ivy?”

Ivy rolled her eyes next to her. “Harley!” She hissed.

The man paused, tilted his head, and then smiled, flashing his sharp fangs before he crossed the prison yard to sit down with the two. People stared at them, but the man didn’t seem bothered.

“Hello,” he said politely, “what’s up?”

“You’re new here, ain’tcha?” Harley said rhetorically. “What’re you in for?”

The man chuckled. “I thought it was rude to ask?”

“Nahhh, in here? It doesn’t matter. Everyone already knows why we’re here, there’s no secrets around here. So? What’re you in here for?”

The man smiled. “I started teasing a little bird I found and then he started getting mad at me. I didn’t like how he made Batman go after me, so I made a building explode and I was tossed into here. I didn’t even kill anyone though!”

Seeing how large and old he was, Harley was a little worried and had to ask, “Which little bird?”

“The beautiful one with the black and blue suit and the pretty smile,” the man said dreamily, curling a lock of raven hair around his clawed fingers as he looked towards the sky in a daydream. “He was pretty funny too.”

Harley immediately cooed. Anyone who thought Nightwing was funny clearly hadn’t been hit over the head by his escrima sticks while he threw out obnoxious puns, but the way he described him was so sweet! He was clearly insane, so that was completely okay in her books!

“Awww, that’s so cute! Are you a meta or what? Those fangs o’ yours don’t look human!” Harley said, while Ivy shook her head exasperatedly.

The man shook his head with a small smile. “Not exactly. But I guess I do have meta powers.”

Ivy asked, “Then doesn’t that just make you a meta?”

The man shrugged and then asked, “What about you ladies?” Harley knew that he was just dodging the question, but she didn’t mind, so she began to prattle on about the recent museum break-in she and the girls did, but Selina got away while she and Ivy were caught. Selina was planning a break out for them soon, so they just had to sit tight and wait!

The man smiled, fangs appearing again. “Can I join you? I want to see that little bird again.”

Harley beamed, “Sure thing! What’s your name?” while Ivy groaned.

The man smiled and reached over to shake her hand. His hands were cold and large, like a chunk of ice. He smiled and his pupils sharpened into slits, but oddly enough, he still looked friendly, like a tiger in a way.

I have a headcanon that DP ghosts and liminals like tight places bc it reminds them of coffins and is comforting to them.

As such, an idea formed in my head where Dan sometimes sleeps or stays underneath Dick’s bed, giving him and others jumpscares XD

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Danny didn’t really think it through. In his defense, there weren’t a lot of guidebooks titled “How to Deal with the Psychotic Future Version of Yourself You Accidentally Redeemed But Are Still Terrified Of.” Jazz suggested therapy. Sam suggested containment. Tucker suggested launching him into deep space. Danny, brilliant and seventeen and sleep-deprived after three days of babysitting a now mostly-reformed Dan Phantom, decided, “Screw it,” ripped open a portal to another dimension, and told him to “go make friends.” Dan grinned, sharp-toothed and wicked, and without hesitation dove through the swirling green and blue mass of unstable ectoplasmic energy.

Thus began the Marvel Universe’s greatest headache.

The first incident happened barely four hours after Dan’s arrival. New York woke up to a brand new urban legend: a demon with burning blue eyes and silver-streaked black hair beating the living shit out of Shocker in the middle of Times Square. People recorded it, of course. Viral videos showed Shocker screaming, running, trying desperately to aim his gauntlets while Dan literally phased through every attack like he was swatting a mosquito. Somewhere in the footage, Dan shouted, “C’MON, MAN! HIT HARDER, YOU’RE EMBARRASSING YOURSELF!” before drop-kicking Shocker into a halal cart.

the more you think about it it give marvel a Deus ex Machina for story writer.

your hero having a tough time fighting send in Dan saying how he wants to fight the villain, your villain is not enough of a challenge at the moment send in Dan, and we can also say that their is no true rule to when ever Dan wins or losses.

as you mention early he is fighting heroes, villains, and civilians which one could use to say that he is using various level of power at the moment

so if he wants to be street level he's street level, you want him to be fighting Thanos with a infinity gauntlet he can also do that as well

if we also take in the fact that Dan has been doing this for years he could have learned spells, techniques and fighting styles over the years so no hero or villain has a true leg up on him for he will learn a new way to fight you.

also we could use him as an excuse to help people not in the sense that hey I do this because I care, but in a way where he like "a happy healthy person is a much better fight than a sad sick one."

so he could would just randomly to either give you money to pay back some debts, or just nice after fight food.