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Dick, who's filling in for Bruce as Batman: I'll call him

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Hal: you've gained some muscles

Jason, dressed as Nightwing: I started working out

Hal: Damn. What's the routine cause I just saw you last week and you look completely different.

Jason: steroids

Dick, as batman: *chokes on coffee*

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Superman: We might need someone who's good with guns, hm... Hey Nightwing you're in contact with redhood, right? Could you have him come?

Jason, as Nightwing: ... I don't see why not

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Wonder woman: this security is an issue we need someone who can hack this system long enough for us to get pass

Superman: hey hood, any chance you can give red robin a call?

Tim, with 5 inches of padding, as redhood: on it

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Hal: isn't robin usually with you all?

Flash: yeah we could use him with this one

Superman: Red Robin, would you call in Robin for us?

What if cores needed a safe resting place with access to ectoplasm? And it's instinct for ghosts to protect and nurture cores. As they're very vulnerable.

Danny acting on instinct absorbs the core or cores??(other clones?) into his body. To keep them safe.

So he carries these cores around until they mature and are stable enough to take form.

However, this takes time, like years.

So I propose. Newest JL member Danny Phantom just suddenly gasping and keeling over in the middle of a meeting or fight??

JL members start panicking. Like wtf?? What's wrong with Phantom? An attack? Is he hurt?

Phantom just sits up and continues the meeting or fight like normal until it happens again and they're like " Are you hurt? Poisoned? What is it!"

Danny just shrugs and goes " It's fine, just contractions".

"Contractions?..."

"Yeah! They suck, but I'm glad they'll be here soon. It's been like 4 years".

Now instead all of them coming at once I like another poster’s idea of it taking 4 years to gather energy and then have the “births” be spread out over months.

Now onto the scene.

Darkside was once again attacking earth and it was all hands on deck for this fight. Since Darkside’s Omega beams only affect living things Phantom is running interference and taking the beams for other League members. Darkside is increasingly getting frustrated and knocks Superman to the side for a second so he can get a punch in on the black and white pest. Though Superman is quick to re-engage the fight, and protect their new 18 year old member. After that Darkside realized he isn’t going to get anything from this invasion until he can figure out how to neutralize the infinite realms ghost, and calls retreat.

The League regroup after the last of the Parademons are gone, ready to congratulate Phantom for the difference he made. But before the rest get there Phantom lets out a gasp and doubles over grasping at his chest.

Superman has picked him up and is flying to the nearest Zeta tube in the blink of an eye. Calling over the coms, “Phantom is injured. His Core sounds strange. I’m taking him to the Watch Tower medbay.”

Batman is the first to respond, “The doctors will need someone who knows about infinite relms beings to help. Zatana. Who in the JLD is the best for this?”

“Constantine is the only one who has had any direct contact with the infinite realms. I’ll drag him up there.”

Up in the Medbay the doctors are trying get Danny to uncurl from the scrunched up ball he was in. Non of their equipment is designed to work with ghost and they ask him if he can change to human form. Danny has the white ring of light form and it spreads a few inches before it slams back together and vanishes. Danny groans and grips his arms around his chest tighter.

Superman is pacing in the waiting area outside hearing everything, wondering what is taking Constantine so long to get here and if he should go get him. Then the zeta tube announces the arrival of Batman, Zatana, Constantine, and strangely RedHood.

Constantine rushes right past Superman with out even glancing at him. Batman then asks for a report of what happened.

“Darkside got a hit in on Phantom during the fight. He didn’t show any signs of something wrong until after the enemy retreat. His Core is humming louder then Normal and has a reverb almost like there are two cores now.” Superman answered while looking curiously at Red Hood. Noticing the slight green glow through the eyes of his mask. He is strangely not in a murderous rage, but instead seem anxiously focused on the medbay window, watching Phantom

Red hood didn’t look away from the Door as he answered the unasked question. “A second before you called out on the Coms the Pit went crazy. Never had it fill me with worry and anticipation before though. Just knew I needed to be here.”

Batman’s scowl grew at that. But a new green light from the mad at grabbed their attention. Constantine had a small palm sized portal open and was funneling a toxic green glowing substance out of it and into Phantom. Phantom’s pained face relaxed for a few minutes until a shudder went through his entire body. Next moment a little glowing blue ball phased out of Danny’s chest. Danny seemed to melt in relief and finally uncurled and changed back to human form. Constantine switched to funnel the green stuff into the ball and grew a moment before the Glow Brightened. Constantine stopped and closed the portal as the ball of light expanded and changed shape. When the Light died down a small little creature that looked like a mix between a cat, snake and Phantom in his ghost tail form was floating down to land on Danny.

“What the F**k?”Red Hood said what they were all thinking.

Constantine gave Danny one more Once over before telling the doctors don’t touch the baby ghosts and walked out of the room. He leans on the wall next to the door and takes a swing from his flask. “The kid can answer things better then me but give him a day to rest. Delivering a premi is a lot harder then a fully ready ghostling.”

This post is getting a bit long and not sure how to connect the rest of ideas. So here are summaries of their reactions.

Constantine tells them that there are five more ghostling cores developing and that each one will be born a few months apart. Danny then explains the cores came from destabilized clones, and he has had them for the past four years. Batman is putting Danny on the bench until all of the ghostling are born, and he and Superman are now very ‘mother hen’ like.

They all quickly do the math on on Danny’s current age and how long he has had the cores, and Red Hood while checking his equipment asks, “Alright what’s the as***le’s name?”

Danny tiredly sighs, “Don’t bother with Vlad. He broke more Relms rules than me so he is serving time In Walker’s prison.”

The pyramids were built by contemporary workers who received wages and were fed and taken care of during construction

The Dendera “lightbulb” is a representation of the creation myth and has nothing to do with electricity

We didn’t find “““copper wiring””” in the great pyramid either

Hatshepsut wasn’t transgender

The gods didn’t actually have animal heads

Hieroglyphs aren’t mysteriously magical; they’re just a language (seriously we have shopping lists and work rosters and even ancient erotica)

The ancient Egyptian ethnicity wasn’t homogeneous

While the Egyptians were fine-ass astronomers they didn’t align any of their enormous and/or important buildings to modern star constellations, because constellations look very different now than they did ~5000 years ago 

Speaking of that particular sphinx, the Napoleonic expedition is not responsible for its missing nose

Akhenaten was not a “heretic” by contemporary standards

Ramses II appropriated a lot of his predecessors’ buildings/reliefs and isn’t really deserving of the epithet “the Great”

It was not, in fact, practice to shave off eyebrows after cats died; Herodotus lied about that

Here are some vetted Egyptological books/sources (that are by and large appropriate for a lay-audience) you can find most, if not all of the above:

Lehner, M., The Complete Pyramids

Wilkinson, R. H., The Complete Temples of Ancient Egypt

Hornung, E., The One and the Many: Conceptions of God in Ancient Egypt

Dunand, F. & Zivie-Coche, C., Gods and Men in Egypt

Kemp, B., Ancient Egypt: Anatomy of a Civilization

Bard, K., An Introduction to the Archaeology of Ancient Egypt

Stevenson Smith, W., The Art and Architecture of Ancient Egypt

Kitchen, K. A., The Life and Times of Ramesses II, King of Egypt

Sweeney, D., Sex and Gender (in Ancient Egypt)

McDowell, A. G., Village Life in Ancient Egypt:  Laundry Lists and Love Songs

Sighing, he opens his laptop to check his work email when he remembers: Today is May 1st. It's the premiere of The Gray Ghost reboot. Hands shaking, he pulls up the streaming platform it'll be on. This is the first Gray Ghost content they've gotten in over fifteen years. His childhood and teen years had been devoted to the show; Gray had gotten him through so many rough patches. He has every single line of dialogue memorized. Every single comic and tie-in book and t-shirt and action figure are in his Gray Ghost room. He sees episode one pop up and presses play.

They better not mess this up.

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👏🏾Education 👏🏾is 👏🏾a 👏🏾right,👏🏾 not👏🏾 a👏🏾 service 👏🏾

Diana turned to Bruce, who had spent their entire watch duty tense and surly, obviously uncomfortable and wanting something, and replied, “Bruce.”

Surely it must be something big or bad if the Batman was uncomfortable asking it if one of his closest companions.

“I have a... small favor to ask of you.”

“Small?” Diana asked. Small didn’t seem like an appropriate response to how he had been acting all night. “You know you can ask me anything.”

“Marry me?” He questioned tensely.

Diana blinked. “Is this for a mission?”

He grunted “Sort of.”

So not really, “Is it for a bet?”

He pursed his lips “Not exactly.”

That wasn’t helpful. “Does it have to do with the company?”

He shook his head, “Definitely not.”

Alright. “Please Bruce, as much as I would love to help, I need to ask how me marrying you would do anything for you.”

Bruce tapped his fingers on the computer a couple times. He sat there a few moments, thinking about what to say and how to say it before blurting out “Jason says he’ll come home if you’re his stepmother.”

Part two (first version): she doesn’t agree

Part two (second version): she does agree

He's studying for the SAT, he's already been kidnapped by Vlad like, four times that week and it was a fucking Tuesday, he forgot his wallet at his new apartment, locked himself out of said new apartment (he could phase through the door but that wasn't the point), he's just been informed that the grant he applied for was denied so he needs to ask his mom and dad for college funds when he'd already told them he had it covered, and just...it was shit.

It had been shit. The entire week had been awful and annoying and he was ready to either murder everyone on the planet or go find a corner to cry in for the next three days.

So when the band of wild goons working for whatever villain of the week pulled up and tried to kidnap him, he snapped.

He used them to vent.

Shouted about how terrible his day had been, how terrible his week had been, how he'd already been kidnapped by his creepy godfather who was way too into him, how college funding was shit and the grant system was rigged, and how he'd have to call a locksmith or break down the door to his own apartment if he wanted to go to bed-all of it. He unloaded all of his frustration.

The goons actually backed off.

One of them gave him an awkward side hug and told him it'd get better.

Danny wasn't paying attention to his surrounding. He doesn't realize that the whole thing was livestreamed.

So when he gets home to his apartment later that day, his door is opened for him by the vigilante Spoiler before he can even turn intangible.

In class day dreams 💙🦋

MASTERLIST

Part 1 — Temporary Baby Acquisition

Part 2 — HE POUT ????

Part 3 — The Babygirl Agenda: Origins

Part 4 — Stuck in a Bookstore

Part 5 — Dior Bruce Wayne Supremacy

Part 6 — Please Sleep

Part 7 — GALA UNDER ATTACK

Part 8 — Stuck in an Elevator

Part 9 — Bruce Wayne is scared of bats?!

Part 10 — Lex Comes to Town

Part 11 — HIT THE DECK

Part 12 — Career Day in Gotham

Part 13 — Bruce Wayne is GAY????

Part 14 — The 30th Annual Wayne Business Convention

Part 15 — Monday: Puppies!!

Part 16 — Tuesday: Protecc Him

Part 17 — Wednesday: Crafts

Part 18 — Thursday: KIDNAPPED

Part 19 — Friday: The Seminar

Part 20 — Gotham's True Cryptid

Part 21 — Temporary Baby Acquisition II

Part 22 — Valentine's Day <3

Part 23 — "I'm used to it"

Part 24 — Weird Bruce Wayne Pics

Part 25 — Permanent Baby Acquisition

Part 26 — Richard "Dick" Grayson

Part 27 — Who's Batman?

Part 28 — A Baby!!!!

Part 29 — Magical Girl Bruce

Part 30 — A Kid on the Roof

Part 31 — Grounded

Part 32 — Bruce Wayne doesn't blink?!

Part 33 — Gotham Bingo Cards

Part 34 — A Secret Third Thing

Part 35 — Q&A with Bruce Wayne

Part 36 — Bat-Themed Bandaids

Part 37 — Bruce Wayne is MOTHER

Part 38 — Be Gay Do Crime

Part 39 — PLOT TWIST

Updates Once a Week :)

An idea where the JL has gotten word from Green Lantern that a planet has been destroyed. That threat is headed for Earth. 

We could blame it on Darkseid despite the fact that i don’t actually know if that’s within his power set. Bad guy of your choice. Keeping it vague works too. 

Danny finding out that one of his planets is gone and he’s not having it. 

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They were short on time. Monumentally short on time. Usually everyone would look to Batman in a situation like this. It wasn’t like his numerous contingency plans were a secret. The problem was time and an overall lack of information about the coming threat. All that was clear was the fact that Earth was in danger. 

Not even a normal, run of the mill danger, but the planet bleeding out of existence kind of danger. Supposedly it could happen so fast that the citizens of Earth wouldn’t even know it had happened. 

“There’s always begging an Ancient for help.” Constantine muttered, lighting another cigarette. As many members of the League as possible had gathered but brainstorming could only get them so far. 

Multiple gazes snapped to him but it was Wonder Woman who spoke first. “You think petitioning the gods would be a wise course of action?” 

“Could be the only course of action.” Flash muttered though no one looked happy about it. 

“Nah, it’s a much crazier idea than that.” Constantine said flatly. “We’re not talking about any of those old hats we’re used to dealing with. I mean an Ancient. Their powers are next level stuff. Above the gods on the totem pole, if you will.” 

Batman’s eyes narrowed. “You want to bring in a complete unknown.” 

“I want the planet to fucking be in the same spot tomorrow, mate.” Constantine snapped back. They were out of time but he evidently had more practice at being reckless then the rest of the League. “Heard tales of a new baby Ancient. A likable kid that has many of the heavy hitters doting on `em. Word is the baby Ancient is rather agreeable. Makes deals. Likes to explore. That kind of thing.” 

“Baby Ancient.” Superman repeated, clearly hearing the oxymoron in that title. “How does that work?”

“Well they gotta come from somewhere, don’t they?” Constantine shrugged. He didn’t know and he wasn’t going to ask. 

“I’ve heard the same rumors.” Zatanna heaved a sigh, adding credence to Constantine’s claims. “Even if they can’t do anything themself, they might have enough pull with one of the other Ancients that can.” 

Flash clucked his tongue. “We literally have everything to lose if we don’t do something. If no one else has any other ideas then we need to give it a shot.” 

“How long do you need to prepare?” Batman asked, his frown obvious. He never fully liked ideas that he didn’t have a hand in.

Constantine sat up straighter, taking a pull from his cigarette and already looking exhausted. “Gimme an hour.” 

“I’ll help.” Zatanna said, already standing. 

“Forty minutes then.” 

~

The light of the summoning circle was hard to look at. It was like a mini supernova right in front of them. The colors would have been amazing to look at if anyone could have opened their eyes to see it. 

When it dimmed, leaving only a toxic looking green glow around the circle, a young boy floated in the center. His hair was white and flowed even in the tightly air controlled Watch tower. The freckles across his face seemed to glow just like his green eyes. 

He was cute, and couldn't have been more than fifteen. He wore a skintight black suit, calf high white boots, and had a strange looking thermos hanging off his belt. So this was a baby Ancient. He looked utterly perplexed. 

“Um…” He blinked, taking in every member of the Justice League slowly.

“Welcome to the Justice League Watch Tower.” Wonder Woman said, ever the diplomat. “We apologize for summoning you on such short notice.” 

“Oh. Okay.” He was still blinking owlishly before his eyes locked onto one of the windows that currently had a vast view of space. The boy all but purred at the sight. “You can call me Phantom. What do you want?” 

“You’re the new Ancient?” Constantine asked without as much tacked.

Phantom sighed, shifting to sit even as he floated. “So they tell me. I didn’t know there was going to be a superhero test.” 

“We summoned you to request assistance if you are able to give it.” Batman said, taking over. “A threat is coming to destroy the Earth and we don’t have much time. Is there something in particular you would want in payment?” 

“Besides souls.” Constantine muttered which subtly alarmed everyone within earshot. 

“Destroy…Earth?” Phantom repeated slowly, head tilting. It was slowly occurring to everyone that maybe a baby Ancient really was too young to deal with something like this. “Why?”

Green Lantern sighed, arms crossed. “I’m likely the cause. Earth is the home base for Lanterns in this sector. The previous planet destroyed was also a home base.” 

Phantom’s eyes jerked up, his full attention on Green Lantern. “Previous planet destroyed? Where?” He paused, “And when? I have been feeling a little off.” 

No one knew quite what to make of the strange comment, but Lantern continued anyway. “A planet in the neighboring sector, 2813. It has been eight days, and before long, that threat will be here.” 

“Is it possible you know of a way to prevent the destruction of Earth?” Wonder Woman asked, but Phantom seemed distracted. 

He removed his gloves and was looking at the back of his hands. When that didn’t seem to tell him what he wanted, he tugged on his sleeve, making the fabric go invisible in small sections so he could easily look at his skin beneath it without the cumbersome task of rolling his sleeves up. 

He was covered in glowing freckles, just like on his face, but one by one the League members took notice of the way they moved. Phantom would twist his arm one way and then another and each set of freckles would be replaced by a completely new set of glowing little spots. When that didn’t show him what he wanted, he kept looking, checking both arms first before moving down his chest slowly. 

The League could do nothing but watch the strangeness before them as their follow up questions went ignored. 

When he got to a spot under his ribs, Phantom screeched. “It’s gone!” 

“Phantom…?” 

Phantom looked out the Watch Tower window, his face morphing into one of fury. His eyes shined brightly and whatever he was looking for, he clearly found. 

“T̢̜̞̮ͭ̓ͫͦh̨̻̼͓͓̜ͭ̈͆ȃ̴̩ͅtͯ̚͏͇̮̖̙ ̡̭͎̝̟͇͙̏ͣ̑͛m̵̭͉͈̳̟͎͈̲̋̋o͈̮̫͓̪͔͐͠t͉̬̉͒̈́ͪ͠h͉̠̭͓̞͎̺͓ͥͥ͘e̅͗̔̿҉̞̪̺̮̗̜r͙̪̼͈̐̉͞ ̫̥̳̿̾͒͑͞f͔̟͈͍ͯ̊̏́ù̶̯̬̫͈͕c̲ͣ̓̿͠ͅk̦̘̖̭͕͉̹̥̈̍̈́ͤ͘e͚̬͗͡ͅr̛̤̩̺͂̃̇̉ͅ.”

To say the Justice League was surprised by the shift in the boys tone was an understatement. 

“Yeah, i’ll stop your threat.” Phantom growled, easily leaving the summoning circle. He shifted right through the wall and directly into space without a care. 

Silence filled the room, no one entirely sure what they’d done by summoning a baby Ancient. “So that happened.” Flash commented. “Are we still planning for doomsday?” 

“We’ll see…” Constantine muttered. “Though if that kid gets hurt, might be bad for the universe.” 

“Not what we wanted to hear, John.” Wonder Woman said, looking out the window. Nothing looked unusual to her. 

~

In an hour's time, Phantom returned just as distracted as he’d been when he’d left. He remained seated in the air as he held what looked like a cracked marble in his hands. It was surrounded by a mist, and inside sparked with many different colors. 

Phantom seemed to be sealing the crack, a smile on his face. 

Batman was the one to approach, and if he was anxious it was hard to tell. “Phantom.” He greeted cautiously. “You’re back.”

“Uh huh.” Phantom said, eyes glittering happily at the marble. “I got rid of your problem. Earth is safe.” 

“Got…rid of.” Batman repeated slowly, a tinge of disbelief in his voice. 

“So we’re good?” Flash asked. “Good work, kid.” 

“Yeah, he deserved it.” Phantom said, finally cradling the smooth marble in his palm. 

Constantine was still smoking, but his eyes were narrowed. “Do i wanna know what you’re doin’?”

Phantom beamed. “I got my planet back! It was a little broken but i fixed it.” 

“Your planet?” Green Lantern repeated, adrenaline hitting him. “The destroyed planet!?” 

“Yep.” Phantom looked pleased with himself. “Now i just gotta set it back in time eight days to get everyone back on track and i can put it back where it belongs.” 

“Put it…back.” Batman seemed to have trouble with the skill set of one teenager.” 

It was Superman who slid closer with a disarmingly charming smile. “May i ask what kind of Ancient you are. I admit i don’t know much about them.” 

Phantom perked up. “I’m the Ancient of Space!” He ignored Constantine’s groan from across the room. “I’m really glad you guys called me about this! It would have taken me a while to find a planet destroyed out of the natural timeline.” 

“And you have time abilities?” Wonder Woman asked softly. Time and Space was a heady combination. 

“Nope! But Clockwork does.” Phantom said. “He’ll do it for me.” 

“Will he?” The Flash stared. 

Phantom didn’t seem to notice the incredulous looks. As far as he was concerned, everyone was simply taking his explanations in stride. Tilting his head back his eyes shimmered with power. “Clockwork!” he called, voice reverberating oddly. No one missed Zatanna paling or Constantine cursing. No one had time to ask either before a tear appeared just to the right of Phantom. It split the very air apart in a green haze before a portal opened and a man floated out. Wrapped in a purple cloak, the man floated like Phantom did but had a ghostly tail instead of legs and off putting red eyes. 

He had a staff donned with clock gears and mechanisms that ticked in an unsettling way. No one needed an explanation, which was good because Constantine wasn’t going to give one. 

This was the Ancient of Time. They had two Ancients in the Watch Tower. 

Phantom didn’t seem bothered and held out his marble with a smile. “Fix!” he asked cheerfully. 

Clockwork turned from what appeared to be an adult man to an elderly man in the blink of an eye. “You know time is sensitive, Phantom. Not everything can be changed on a whim." 

Phantom’s smile lessened. He looked back and forth from Clockwork to the marble and back to Clockwork again. “I’ll cry. Swear to the Ancients, i’ll start crying.” 

The elderly Clockwork shifted back into the form of a young man. “Do you think tears will alter the timeline?” 

Batman smiled, almost. He knew a mischievous teen trying to get his way when he saw one. That theory proved correct when Phantom honestly did begin to sniffle, eyes becoming damp. 

“An asshole destroyed a piece of me.” Phantom said, lips wobbling. “I felt it. I didn’t feel good.” 

Clockwork’s form shifted again, this time into the form of a young child. He heaved a sigh, “If you start weeping you’ll summon the others.” 

Phantom nearly whimpered, holding out the marble still. Every member of the Justice League watched with bated breath. 

Clockwork crossed his arms. “How far back do you want it?” 

“Yay!” Phantom beamed immediately, impressing upon how young he must have been. “Eight days! Actually, maybe nine. That might be better for them. I’m sure the…Green Lantern…people… can explain that they lost little more than a week in order to be brought back. That’ll be fine, right?” 

Green Lantern was too stunned by the question to answer but it was fine since it seemed to be rhetorical coming from the young Ancient. 

Clockwork turned back into an adult and held his staff out over the marble Phantom held. There was no discernible change other than the hands on the staff’s clock face moving. Phantom was nearly bouncing in place which was interesting to see considering his feet weren’t on the floor. 

“Thank you, Clockwork!” Phantom said, looking delighted and completely missing the way Clockwork just sighed fondly. 

“Hurry along home before the yeti’s start to look for you.” Clockwork said in a fairly familiar tone. 

“Yes, yes.” Phantom said distractedly, tossing the marble up in the air where it disappeared. He tugged at his black suit right over his ribs and did the same invisibility trick again. He shifted twice until he found the patch of skin that held the group of freckles he wanted. 

No one was close enough to see for themselves, but Phantom crowed happily. “Good! It’s back where it’s supposed to be!” 

“It’s back?” Batman asked, a hint in his voice saying he had a hundred more questions. 

“Yep.” Phantom said. “It’s really annoying to me when someone destroys one of my stars or planets before their natural life cycles have worn out.” 

“Is that a map of the galaxy on your skin?” Wonder Woman asked, charmed by the constellation of freckles across his nose and under his pointed ears. 

“No.” Phantom said. “It’s a map of every universe on my skin. They overlap so sometimes i gotta hunt for the one i want a little.” 

“Every…” Superman sounded like he had the wind knocked out of him. 

“Come, Your Majesty.” Clockwork said, opening a shockingly green portal with his staff. “You’ve had your fun.” 

“Okay, okay.” Phantom mumbled. 

“Majesty?” Zatanna whispered, confusion coloring her tone. 

Phantom whipped back around to look at her with a sheepish grin. “Ah, yeah. I’m the King of the infinite Realm. Let me know if anyone else messes with one of my planets! Bye now.” 

The Ancients departed and Constantine started wheezing. 

“I take it no one knew the baby Ancient was a king?” Flash asked, a very startled silence taking over the Watch Tower. 

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I know i originally said that the planet had been destroyed but that somehow turned into it being eaten or absorbed or something so Danny got it back. 

I really just wanted Danny to find a missing planet on his skin and freaking out over it. 

Feel free to take this idea, though i’m sure something like it exists already. ^__^

He's expecting adventure! Heroics! A life worth bragging about in the Afterlife!

He wakes up in a tube, staring down at surprised teen heroes as they release him and another person.

Later, he finds out that he's a clone of Batman and Superman, and the other clone is of Superman and Lex Luthor.

Fuck it. Let's write, boys!

***

Danny doesn't have ectoplasm in his blood anymore. He bleeds red. He has a heart beat. And he doesn't need a magical girl transformation to turn into his hero/ghost form.

But, he also finds it easy to blend into the shadows, as if it were second nature. It was easy to sneak up to people with the lightest of footsteps, as if he were a passing phantom. (Ha!)

And, unlike before, where impulsivity had been one of his characteristics, he's patient. Calculating. It was almost as if playing the long game for anything is his favorite kind of past time.

None of his other donor's powers seemed to have manifested, but that isn't something Danny is worried about. For beings as powerful as this 'Superman' and himself when he was Phantom, it would be best of interest that it does take time. Who knows, maybe having too much power while you were just created could overheat you, right?

But, his fellow clone, S13, would disagree.

He seems to have it in his mind that he SHOULD be having these powers the moment he was released.

Based on the information downloaded into Danny's brain, it would explain WHY S13 was having these thoughts. But it was downright stupid. And Danny says so.

"Then what are we supposed to be if not another Superman?" he asked, as the both of them sat in this stuffy interrogation room.

Danny knew they were being watched at the other side of the one way window. And he wonders if S13 knew as well, but dropped it. The kid looked like he was too busy having an identity crisis to wonder what Danny is wondering.

Hmmm...

Danny didn't sigh, but he did put a hand on S13's shoulder. "It's going to take long, but surely we'll find that we're more than the genes we were created from. I doubt Batman likes chocolate milkshakes and burgers."

"We've never tasted chocolate milkshakes OR burgers, Fourteen."

Ah, right, Danny was S-B-14 now. Honestly, it sounds like a name for a boy band.

BUT NOT FOR LONG!

"Okay. But, maybe we have better naming sense than our donors? I mean, Superman and Batman are pretty simple hero names, right?"

S13 had a thoughtful look on his face, then nodded. "It is... It does sound simple. I guess."

Danny grinned.

"Let me go first! I'm going to call myself..." Danny paused, covered the bottom half of his face with his arm as if he were a vampire, and continued in a dramatic voice, "The Gray Ghost."

S13 furrowed his brows. "Like... like the show?"

Danny furrowed his own brows. "What show?" he asked, genuinely confused. The 'Gray' portion is a homage to Valerie Gray, who, despite not turning into a ghost and moving on to the true afterlife, was a dear friend even when they were exes.

The 'Ghost' portion was from his time as Phnatom.

Thus, Gray Ghost.

What, do they have a show featuring him and Valerie here?

"It's about this detective, I think? He looks a lot like Batman, to be honest. A lot of the episodes are pretty cool," S13 said, furrowing his brows further as if he was circling through all the info spammed into his brain.

"Why do you have that information?" Danny asked out loud. Because really. "Did we have different scientists? Why is my info just current events and general high school and college subjects? Why do YOU get info about shows and stuff?"

S13 shrugs, also confused.

Danny pouted.

"Your scientists cared more about you."

"Wha--" S13 said, shocked. "No, they didn't!"

"They put pop culture into your brain! Like, what was the most popular show in the 1970's?"

"Uh... Mary Tyler Moore? Show? Are we going by year?" S13 asked, tilting his head.

"Any movie recommendations?"

At this, S13 seemed genuinely interested. "Star Trek? And that Hitchhiker movie."

"I don't know what that is," said Danny. But, he did know Star Trek from his previous life. He just doesn't know if it follows the same plot.

But, going back, he punched S13's arm lightly. "See? Your scientists wanted to give you a personality! They wanted to turn you into a nerd!"

S13 scowled. "I'm not a nerd!"

Danny nodded obligingly. "Of course, but like I said. They gave you pop culture references to fit in with everyone in our supposed, biological age group. I mean, can you imagine Superman giving movie references? He's too busy saving the world, you have no idea if he actually is living a life outside of being a hero, right?

"Sure, we're supposed to be a replacement hero or whatever, but we don't have to be them! They don't want us to be them! They want us to be better! Probably. Fit for Earth and for humans, for sure! At least for you, I think. I mean, does being a superhero have to be your only identity? When you have these pop culture references in your brain?"

Danny then calmed down when he saw S13's thoughtful look. Good. It means he's processing what he's saying.

So, Danny continues but with things about himself, to give S13 some breathing room.

"I have no idea where my scientists were going. My downloaded info is really boring."

Then, Danny furrowed his brows.

"Wait, why did they download psychology and therapy info into my brain?"

S13 snorted. "According to my resources," and he tapped the side of his head, what a dork, "Batman is psychologically ill. As evidenced by his costume."

Danny paused.

Then, he nodded, agreeing. "Yeah, that seems about right."

Just as Danny said that, the door to their interrogation room opened, which caused S13 to flinch and Danny to step in front of him to protect him.

The person who came inside was a widely grinning Nightwing, whose arms are held up in the universal sign of 'Calm down.'

Behind Nightwing, Batman loomed with his mouth pursed in a straight line. But, Danny has a feeling that this man wasn't as stoic as his face shows him to be.

Nightwing rested his hands at his side, and began speaking, "S13. S-B-14. We've come to a collective decision to let you guys out."

Danny didn't grin, but he did smirk.

S13 blinked and widened his eyes, snapping his head towards Danny with realization, "Was this your plan this whole time?!"

Danny didn't look at S13, but he replied, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

At this, Batman finally smirked.

***

While they listened to the exchange, both Robin and Nightwing was looking at Batman with anticipation.

"B."

"Hn."

"B!"

Batman huffed. "I am not looking at you, Nightwing."

But Robin pointed out, "S-B-14 called himself the Gray Ghost despite not knowing what it was."

"Hnnng."

"Look!" said Nightwing, gesturing widely at the two at the other side of the window, "He's fishing for info from the poor, unsuspecting, half-Kryptonian!"

"Hnnnnnnng."

"Y'knowww," said Robin, innocently elongating and shortening his Bō staff, "speaking of the Kryptonian clone, if you adopt him, you'd have someone to talk about Gray Ghost with."

That was it.

The slight dropping of Batman's shoulders. The desperate clenching of Batman's hands.

No one in his own generation, not even the younger generation, knows the beauty that is Gray Ghost.

He NEEDS someone to talk about it to.

Behind him, Wonder Woman rolled her eyes. Then, she turned to the group of heroes behind her.

"Those in favor of letting the young children in the interrogation room free, say 'Aye'."

Many replied an enthusiastic 'Aye!'

Superman stepped forward. "I am not sure we should let them out so soon," he said.

Batman glanced to his long time friend, then looked away.

It shouldn't have hurt, but it did.

Robin put a comforting hand on Nightwing's shoulder, who glanced down to him gratefully.

"Majority votes, Superman," spoke Robin. "The two will be under Bat-Supervision for a whole week before we decide anything more. We are, of course, much more equipped to deal with supers than the whole League combined."

Superman didn't reply.

Finally, they hear how S-B-14 has...

"Psychology?! He has psychological references as part of his data?!" Nightwing wheezed.

"Hn," replied Batman.

Then they hear S13's reply, and Nightwing wheezed even more.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" asked Robin, pushing the two towards the door. "Get in there so I can prepare the adoption papers!"

"Now, Robin--" began Superman.

Mr. Crowley looked down at them through his sunglasses, making Caroline feel even smaller than she was at the age of nine. Oliver was the one who’d asked the question. He was six, and he didn’t seem to have picked up as much on the I-don’t-like-people vibe that Mr. Crowley gave off, so he was braver. Plus, Oliver hadn’t seen all of what had happened, Caroline had pushed him away before Mr. Fell had been— 

“Like Mr. Fell,” Oliver prompted.

“Oh.” Mr. Crowley shook his head, adjusting a book on one of the store’s shelves. “Mr. Fell isn’t really an angel, it’s just a nickname.”

Oliver gave the tall, red-headed man one of those looks that he would give Caroline when he thought she was being the dumbest person alive. Caroline elbowed him, but her arm was shaking so badly that Oliver just brushed it away. “Why does he have wings, then?” he asked.

Mr. Crowley froze in his movements. “What?” When he didn’t get an answer, he focused on Caroline. “Where is Mr. Fell?”

Caroline finally found her voice, although it was very small. “They took him. At the back door. Two men, they—”

Mr. Crowley seemed calm. But at the same time he seemed to change a little, like he was suddenly a larger person inside the same body. “Where did they take him?” he asked patiently, and Caroline realized that Mr. Crowley was angry, but that he was trying very hard not to frighten her more than she already was. She found a little more courage then.

“I think he wanted me to give this to you. He didn’t say it, but he saw me and he dropped it—maybe you can find him with it?” Caroline handed him a single white feather. All that was left of sweet Mr. Fell, who liked just about everybody, who smelled like peppermints, who recited The Jabberwocky while acting out all the parts, whom Mr. Crowley called angel. It made perfect sense that it was no nickname.

“Are you an angel too?” Oliver repeated.

When Mr. Crowley answered, he seemed to have entirely too many teeth. “No.”

Caroline let out a shaky breath.  “Good.”

After that the bookshop was closed for weeks. But finally, one day, as their family walked by, Mr. Fell appeared in the doorway, smiling at them. He looked pale and tired, and there was a bandage on his neck above his collar and one on his wrist. Mr. Crowley stood next to him, a hand around his waist.

Their parents somehow got distracted in another aisle and Mr. Fell called Caroline and Oliver close. “I owe you great thanks,” he said. “You were very brave.”

“Who hurt you?” Oliver asked.

Mr. Crowley guided Mr. Fell to sit down in an armchair, and hovered next to him. “Well,” said Mr. Fell, “Mr. Crowley and I did something that made some people very angry.”

“Was it a bad thing?” asked Caroline.

“We don’t think so, no.”

“Oh, you got married,” Oliver said knowledgeably. “Not supposed to. Cause you’re two boys.”

Caroline hissed at him to be quiet, but Mr. Fell and Mr. Crowley exchanged an amused glance. “That’s…actually not terribly far off,” Mr. Fell said. “Anyway, I wanted to give you these.” He handed them each a book: for Oliver The Complete Winnie the Pooh and for Caroline The Tale of Despereaux.

As the children said their excited thank-you’s, Mr. Crowley groused, “Not Goodnight Moon?”

“My dear, they’re a little old for—”

“It’s a classic, angel, you’re never too old for Goodnight Moon, for Somebody’s sake.” Mr. Crowley’s hands were empty, and then he was suddenly holding a copy. He handed it to Oliver. Oliver’s mouth fell open. 

“So if you’re not an angel,” Caroline said softly, “Then—”

“He’s something scary,” Oliver spoke up.

Caroline shoved him but Mr. Crowley was laughing. “Oh, Mr. Fell’s much scarier than I am.”

Mr. Fell gave him a look of surprise. “I am not!”

“Oh, really?” Mr. Crowley grinned at the children. “Let’s do some math, then. Mr. Fell, how many eyes do I have?”

For some reason Mr. Fell looked extremely displeased by this question. “Two,“ he answered.

“And how many eyes do you have?”

“Two…at the moment.”

“Ah!” said Mr. Crowley. “But how many eyes do you actually have?”

“How many?” Oliver whispered in excitement.

Mr. Crowley whispered right back to him. “Sixteen!”

“Oh, for—” Mr. Fell pointed a finger at his husband. “I’m not the one who has to go about wearing sunglasses.” 

Mr. Crowley made a face like he was pretending to be upset, and Mr. Fell laughed. “You started it, my dear. Go on, then.”

With a furtive smile, Mr. Crowley leaned in close and lowered his sunglasses. Bright yellow snake eyes looked back at them. Oliver got so excited he jumped a couple of times. Mr. Crowley just winked.

When Caroline got home and opened her new book, she was surprised to find a tiny feather pressed inside the front cover, and a note: In case you ever need help.

The feather was black.

I Headcannon that whenever danny gets caught off guard, his first instinct is to bite, he has tiny halfa fangs, and I want him to use them.

Amity Park is just so used to it though.

Imagine:

Danny was not having a fun time.

Sam forced him to come to a gala in gotham as her plus one, and honestly, he only went so he wasn't forced to go with vlad instead and as a plus, he got free food.

Danny was currently feasting on some gourmet food (don't look at him like that, turns out fighting ghosts nonstop would be pretty hunger indusing, who knew?). When suddenly his danger senses went 🚨🚨🚨🚨!!!

Danny turned to the sight of the danger. it was right beside his head!!! He zeroed in on it before...CHOMP!!!

Bruce was not having a good time.

He was invited to a gala by a investor so he had to go, honestly he was just glad that none of his sons tried anything.

"Bruce Wayne! As I live and breathe" the man who spoke walked up to him "vlad masters" Bruce recognised "how are you?" Vlad chuckled and put his arm around Bruce's shoulder.

"Fine old friend, how are those kids of yours doing? I heard you got a new one already"

Bruce grinned "yep Damian and the others are doing good." vlad grinned just as fake. "That's great,hey, I want you to meet someone, my honorary son," vlad put a hand on his own chest.

That shocked Bruce he never saw vlad masters as someone who had wanted or even liked children, "Oh, I would be honoured." Bruce laughed.

Vlad seemed to spot the kid after a few seconds, "ah there he is, danny!" Vlad called out to him but danny didn't seen to hear anything, Bruce frowned when he saw the kid stuffing his face with the food at the snacks table, the boy was skinny, dangerously skinny, even the expensive suit he was wearing couldnt hide that.

When vlad and Bruce reached the table, danny still haven't seemed to notice them making vlad chuckle before reaching out to ruffle his hair when the kid seemed to freeze up, before anyone could do anything Danny's eyes snapped to them and he lunged,snapping vlads hand in his jaw, Bruce saw little fangs poking out of his teeth and drawing blood.

Vlad just smiled fondly though there was pain in his eyes before lifting his other hand to ruffle Danny's head while danny was still knawing on his hand before he seemed to calm down and let go, "hey vlad" the teen did not seem too excited to see his supposed honorary father figure.

Damian: "Father, I thought you said violence is not acceptable?"

Bruce: " Its not socially considered acceptable no. But this is Vlad's godson, and it is not my p lace to intervene. "

Damian*at Danny*: "You, why are you allowed to vote your Godfather?"

Danny: " He keeps trying to Fuck my mom, I feel justified. Plus, it's instinct. I sense someone about to touch without my permission I bite. I could train myself to punch instead but like, why bother? "

Damian : "If I agree I only hurt people who violate my personal space may I please have my knives back Father?"

Bruce * resigned to it*: "Yes Damian. Now come on, we should go say hello to a few more people. Vladdie needs t get his hand seen to."

Vlad : " Oh don't worry. I will be fine soon enough. Barely worth looking at. I'll just go wash my hands though. I never do know what he's bitten recently. "

A new GIW agent comments on how it's clearly a sign that the boy is overshadowed, but the veteran agent next to him just chuckles and feels him its normal Danny behaviour.

It also helps with his secret identity because Phantom never bites anyone. In phantom form, he's trained himself to punch first instead.

And yeah, Maddie was BIG MAD about the fact he had trained himself out of it, but still did it as Danny anyway. No, him being half ghost does not make it any better!

Danny, do you know how many bacteria live in a baseline human's mouth? With how immune you are to most things we don't know WHAT you might be carrying! Get over here we need to do a mouth swab to see if you are carrying anything deadly to humans dammit!

Jack stop laughing, this is NOT in fact funny! I don't care that he only bites people he perceives as a threat! I don't care that he is carrying on the Fenton feral legacy! Jazz at least does it with style.

Her uppercuts are in fact legendary around town.

Everyone in Amity knows you don't startle a Fenton. At best you get Maddie, who is controlled enough to stop the hit if she registers you as a friendly in time. No operative, they are not ghosts. They are just LIKE THAT!

Bruce would have a field day when researching this family. As we know he would after the incident. Finding out that it is some sort of weird family trait does not in fact make him less paranoid. He goes to Amity dragging Damian along. With how feral Danny seemed they might get along. Hopefully Damian will make a friend. Yes the child is worrying, but honestly any positive social interaction will do.

Finding out that, not only are ghosts real, but the US government has declared them non sentient. oh big yikes. Time to call in Lois. This is her sort of story. Damian is having the time of his life. He does in fact get on with Danny. And Danny's equally unhinged friends. Dammit Bruce, you should have expected this.

Yes Bruce is pleased his son has friends who share some of his interests. Is he pleased that said interests are controlled chaos? Not so much. No Damian, I don't in fact care that you saved the ghost animals. Put them back in the Infinite Realms here they belong.

And hadn't that been something. Finding out the feral child was half ecto entity. And his parents had a portal to hell in their basement. No wonder this town was weird. Convincing the parents to put proper controls on the portal took a while. But they were convinced that maybe the government wasn't to be trusted with it just yet.

In fact, Dr's Fenton, would you be willing to move it to a safe, very far away place. So no more Pariah Dark incidents can happen. Please. Your child had to fight a God level entity to keep your town in the realm of the living. Please for the love of everything at least set up a sodding visa situation.

1) Bruce would assure him in an undertone that it was probably acceptable for Amity Parkers. They are, after all, the trash pandas of society. (That part would be a Jay explanation later. Bruce would leave it as that they get held to different standards because everyone knows they are… odd.)

2) he would never agree to giving the blades back for simply using someone invades his personal space without consent. WFA displayed why in an exemplary manner.

He got really clumsy all of the sudden, things kept falling out of his hands and he kept getting his feet stuck in weird places. He also got really good at hide and seek, Tucker looked right at him and still didn’t see him. His booboos got better really fast and he’s was better at gymboree than he was before.

Danny tried telling Mommy and Daddy about what was happening but they where so happy their tunnel was working he didn’t want to bother them, they where so sad when it didn’t work, besides Jazzy said he was a big boy now and big boys took care of their own problems. This problem however was too big for even a big boy like him.

He was just on the ops center looking at the stars and wishing he could touch them. He thought about what Tucker said about the superheroes having a clubhouse in space and he wondered if he could see it if he looked hard enough. Danny stared and stared and the stars started looking closer and closer. Then he saw the clubhouse it was getting bigger too. Danny wondered if he looked hard enough if he could see his favorite hero Martian Manhunter if he looked close enough, maybe he’d even see Batman, he was Sammy’s favorite.

He didn’t see Martian Manhunter through the windows but he did see Batman. It looked like Batman and the other heroes where having group time at their circle table, they had lots of papers out, maybe it was drawing time. Danny wondered what they where drawing and looked so hard through the window it was like he went through it and was standing in the room with the heroes.

Suddenly Danny realizes he wasn’t looking so hard that he saw the clubhouse, he was actually in the clubhouse. How was he supposed to go home? how did he even get up here? Did he fly? Was Danny a superhero too and didn’t know it?

This was definitely a problem even a big boy couldn’t solve on his own, so he did what Jazzy always told him to do if he found a problem too big for even a big boy to fix, tell an adult.

He walked up to the closest hero and tugged at his cape. “Erm,” he started “I flew up”

…….

….

All the superheroes where really nice. Batman gave him a juice box and Flash got a bunch of fun snacks. The heroes where asking him all kinds of questions, he felt like it was show and tell.

….

What’s your name?

Danny

How did you get up here?

I flewed

Where did you come from?

My house

What’s your address?

I don’t have a dress, Jazzy has a few but I don’t think they will fit you

What are your parents names?

Mommy and Daddy

What do the other adults call your parents?

Crazy

Where do you go to school?

Miss Hartman’s class

Do your Mommy and Daddy know you’re here?

I don’t know

How long have you been flying?

I didn’t know I could fly till I got here

How did you get inside?

I went through the window

What does your house look like?

It’s a brown house with a spaceship on top and a big green sign

What does the sign say?

I don’t know I can’t read good yet, but it starts with an F, we learned about the letter F this week, Miss Hartman let me and Tucker talk about it cause both our names have an F in it.

What part of your name has an F in it?

Fenton

…

"Foley"

Now two last names to narrow down the City, maybe even neighbourhood.

And they found it.

Very solidly on Earth, the parents are known Ghost hunters with little ghosts to hunt. And then they ask the boy if anything weird had happened before he started feeling different.

"I've been really clumsy since I went into the Tunnel Mommy and Daddy built. It zapped me real bad and they look really happy since it started to work on top of me! I've never gone through walls, disappeared and flown though. Maybe that's from the fighting breakfast sausages I had this morning?"

...

I like to think that Bruce doesn’t have an extremely toned bod where you can immediately see every one of his muscles and ridiculously jacked body.

I advocate for the dad bod, where he hasa bit of fat and no one truly sees how ripped they are.

That was, until his kids.

One day during a casual wear meeting everyone’s jaw drops when Bruce single-handedly picks Dick up to stop him from doing something that would definitely cause bodily harm, and they see the muscle flex.

The reporters all drop their pens, and the women spend the rest of the time trying every excuse to get him to flex again. And so are the men.

Or when Jason is sitting in the library and during an attempted robbery the attacker topples the bookcases, only to see Bruce stand over Jason and stop the several frames from crushing him.

With just his bare hands.

It leads to the robber trembling in fear, seeing all the muscles and sudden hulk figure turn to him in rage, and the robbers give up without much of a fight after that.

Or when Tim and Damian are at an event, both inconspicuously trying to back out before Bruce appears behind them and unceremoniously picks them up by the scruffs of their clothes, lifts them both off their feet and dumps them onto the dining chairs.

The final straw is when a picture appeared on the internet of the Wayne family trying to reach a trapped cat on top of a tree.

The photo revealed Bruce at the bottom, holding up Jason who was holding Dick who was raising Tim who was holding Damian who was standing on his toes to coax the cat down.

Since then, the public has become increasingly aware obsessed with Bruce’s physique, with people going to great lengths just to try and see just how ripped he is.

.. and they’re not the only ones.

Even the league, pre-reveal, were are obsessed over it. Diana did a double take and has secretly saved files of them, Black Canary tries every opportunity she can to meet Bruce, Oliver choked on his bagel when he saw the images, Clark choked on air and Barry couldn’t even tear his eyes away.