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DPxTF:P (danny phantom x transformers: prime) AU where homeless Danny gets trapped inside Megatron’s mind or ‘processor’ and starts to act as his personal Jiminy Cricket (with varying success), but like with more teenage tomfoolery and angst.

Had an idea to make this prompt after reading these fics.

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Megatron would never admit it out loud but he’s glad for the silence that encompasses the bridge, even enjoys it. The only sounds to be heard are rhythmic tapping of his crew going over gathered information on consoles and datapads, and the constant hum of the ship itself. No bickering underlings, no autobots, no pesky fleshbag talking his audials off; just peace and quiet as he goes through his own datapad. For a moment that is.

“Are you guys like exes?” asks a certain juvenile voice from inside his processor.

Mehatron pauses for a moment to process that question. He knows that term only because of his unwanted passenger’s ramblings related to fleshbags he couldn’t care less of. “What.”

The voice or ‘Danny’ as it likes to call himself, vents in frustration.

“I mean the way you two act with each other, not to mention how much you talk about him even in your spare time. You act like you’ve gotten over each other but it’s clear that you really haven’t. Like come on, you even have this Opti-guy’s pictures on your computer!”

Megatron’s intakes have to work overtime to keep him calm, which seems to happen more and more with the insolent bug, who has taken residence inside his brain module against his will some time ago. He makes sure to keep his voice low as he corrects the brat, can’t have his minions think that he’s glitched.

“We have and never will be ‘sparkmates’. One has to know his enemy in order to know their weaknesses. We might have worked as comrades before our views started to clash, but that’s it. Now we are two generals fighting for our causes, and Optimus Prime will be the one to fall.”

Danny snorts. “Alright Sun Tzu. But seriously, the amount of stuff you have on this guy goes way beyond just having a massive hate-boner. ‘Former comrades’ my ass.”

Megatron chooses to firmly ignore the boy for his own sanity’s sake and continues to tap away at is datapad. But Danny wasn’t about to let this go.

“Are you sure you two were never a thing, not even hint of romance? A whirlwind of bromance perhaps.”

Megatron stays silent, and Danny pushes further.

“You know, at one point there was a ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ policy used in the army in USA. Did you have something similar, is that why you won’t talk about it? It’s alright, I get it. It takes courage to come out like that and I want to just tell you that I’m an ally to my brothers and sisters, I’m Pantom after all.”

The Mech snaps and near shouts, “Will you ever shut up! There is nothing between us!”

Heavy silence envelops the deck at his outburst, his underlings twitching nervously as they discreetly looked at each other to see which one of them managed to anger Megatron this time. Even Danny falls silent. At least for a moment.

“I hear some bitterness in there, Tron.”

Megatron’s optic twitches. “This conversation ends now.”

A minute of tense peace passes.

“… totally exes.”

Female Iruma AU where Kalego adopted Irumi when she was young and raised her in relative secrecy, who grew to be a capable young woman and begins her new career as a teacher alongside her father (I’m constantly switching between Iruma(M) and Irumi(F), you can read this which ever gender in mind).

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It hasn’t been even couple of days from the start of a new school year at Babyls Demon School and yet already the rumour mill was going strong. And it all revolved around a certain blue haired beauty who’s seen dutifully trailing behind Babyls’ notorious watchdog: the assistant teacher Irumi. The same teacher who despite her sweet and gentle appearance caused quite a commotion at the entrance ceremony.

It was something that the new Abnormal Class had heavy interest in.

“Hey hey. Did you guys see the new teach?” asked Lied from his fellow classmates.

All of the misfits had made themselves at home at their dingy classroom, waiting for their teacher to arrive. And what better way to pass time than to gossip.

“The pretty blue one? Yeah I did, and did you see her patch? How the hell is a soft looking thing like her a Tet at her age; why haven’t I ever heard of her?” said Jazz whilst twiddling with his stolen borrowed loot.

That was one other thing demons were going crazy about in the school halls, an eighteen years old demoness managing to climb all the way to rank Tet and becoming a teacher at the prestigious Babyls School. There were many who would kill to know her secrets to success. Sabro especially was eager to fight such a promising demon.

”Right! There are only a handful of Tet demons, so a ranking of a new one should’ve been all over the news,” mused Goemon, many of his classmates nodding along.

Lied then jumped back into the fray, “Forget about that! Did you see her with Kalego-sensei? I swear I saw him smile at her! I’ve heard stories about him and the guy never ever smiles.”

That certainly got every demons attention; the Babyls watchdog was infamous for a reason.

“Huh!?”

“No way!”

Elizabetta though had a different reaction.

“Oh my Devi! You think they’re lovers?” she swooned at the prospect.

“Isn’t she like way too young for him? Besides, she started going here at the same time as us. There is no way that they’d develop feelings for each other that fast.” Schneider tried to reason, but the ever romantic succubus was having none of it.

“Humph. You guys are so unromantic, ever heard of love at first sight?”

Sweat dropped from each of their foreheads at the passionate declaration, but there was someone else who shared the same sentiment.

“There’s no question! Who among men wouldn’t wish to be with such delicate flower! Sweet, elegant, such effortless charm and beauty!! I never thought I’d be envious of a man like Kalego-sensei but if I was in his place I’d-”

Thankfully Kamui the pervert was silenced by a well timed kick from Elizabetta.

Schneider ignored them and continued on, “…Anyway, my theory is that she’s his niece; he’d only tolerate his own family, right?”

Jazz shrugged, “I’ll bet on lovers, it’s the more interesting option.”

“Thirty vills on her being a secret love child of some super powerful demon who’s been hiding this whole time!” said Goemon vehemently.

At this point Sabro also entered into the conversation, since nothing interest him more than strong demons and their history. “She has to be. A Tet and a teacher at her age? She must have some serious background,” he nodded at Goemon.

“His niece. Twenty vills.” declared Schneider.

Elizabetta waved twenty vills confidently, “Secret lovers.”

Clara came pouncing from her little corner of toys, “Maybe Sensei is Irumi-teach’s daddy!”

The room fell into silence as they all tried to picture the scary teacher with a baby.

… Yeah, there’s no way.

Lied snorted, “Yeah right. That would mean that Kalego-sensei has a lover to have a kid with. Who’d marry that stick-in-the-mud? Plus they look nothing alike.”

Their conversation had to but on hold when the door to their classroom opened softly and sound of dainty steps heralded the approach of whom they assumed was either a new classmate or teacher. A poised form entered, clothed in Babyls teacher uniform thou it differed in that it was blue in colour to match the long shiny locks of the demoness it belonged to. Wait a minute, they recognized this woman, it’s the same one they have been talking about. So their homeroom teacher was the famous Irumi, damn they’re lucky!

…Oh no, they forgot to take down rest of the traps that they’ve used to test out their peers!

But it was already too late, she was inside and the trap has been sprung. They terror quickly turned into awe as they watch her effortlessly dodge all the incoming projectiles. Her movements so fluid it seemed like she was dancing on air, and as a pièce de résistance she caught the final arrow between her slender fingers. She gave the stunned students a bright smile and they all exploded into cheers.

“That was awesome sensei!” Lied shouted.

“Lovely!~” applauded Elizabetta.

Irumi chuckled as the rest of them gave their own compliments “Thank you for the praise everyone.”

Then she switched to more serious tone “Even though I do not mind pranks you all should be mindful of to what extent you pull them, some could get seriously hurt. Not to mention you would be in far more trouble if this hit your other homeroom teacher.”

The students looked each other, feeling slightly chastised.

“…Umm, what other teacher?” asked Schneider having noticed the final two words.

As if summoned an oppressive air filled the room and some swore they could see lightning crackling from the doorway. To their dismay in trudged Babyls’ notorious Guard Dog, Naberius Kalego. His sharp eyes did a quick sweep of the assembly and of course noticed all the weapons sticking from all surfaces and Irumi holding an arrow. His gaze hardened and he marched forward. He held out his hand and Irumi handed the arrow without further prompting. With a bit too much force he incinerated the damn thing and spun to face the hellions.

“You’re too loud, you fools! They can hear you all the way outside! And attacking your teacher? Height of stupidity right there and one way ticked to detention.”

Before anybody could question why they had two homeroom teachers, Kalego turned to leave the same way he came. He commanded over his shoulder.

One of my favorite stories to read are those of Casper High class on a field trip somewhere and causing havoc in their wake. In almost all of them there’s a common rule of “no raising the dead” which I find hilarious, and I got an idea for my own take on this trope.

DPxDC AU where the Casper High class are now in Casper University (these kids are Amity Parkers through and through so every other place is too tame for them so they ain’t leaving their turf), their ages ranging from 18 to 19. Danny and his grew (which composes their entire class now) are casually sight seeing when le gasp! What do we have here: a hulking revenant Red Hood. Just the perfect match for their sad single twink halfa who seems to be incapable of catching himself a decent partner! Operation ‘Get their twink a love life’ is a go!!

P.S. I was watching Lady and the Tramp movie while writing this.

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Red Hood has experienced many things in his life; he’s done many things, most of them which he’s not proud of. But out of all the bullshit his fucked up existence has thrown at him, this might just take the proverbial cake. He was doing his rounds without any issues on a very quiet night, which should have already raised some flags. Gotham was being too quiet, at least on his side of the city when it happened. He was ambushed from all sides and packed pretty easily without him getting even a glimpse of the perpetrators. Only thing he managed to do was press the emergency button!

Since his captors have shoved a back over his head he couldn’t see them, but he could hear them as could rest of the bats.

“The fuck is the deal!? Where are you taking me?” he demanded.

A female voice had answered him, and he could make out a clear mid-western accent mix in with a Spanish one.

“Oh don’t get your helmet in a twist lover boy~ You’ll find out soon enough.”

And so here he is now.

Sitting on a chair free of his restraints, seemingly having a candle lit dinner in an allay way decked out in fairy lights, softly scented candles, flower petals; really, the whole shebang. On the one other seat across the clothed table sits a well dressed twink. He can’t see what he looks like exactly since he’s hiding his face in his hands.

And if things couldn’t get any weirder, an older teen with glasses and curly hair walks to them with an accordion along with a burly asian carrying a guitar, both dressed to the nines. The accordionist starts to play and- no fucking way…

When it registers what the two boys- men? are playing and singing, his coms start to flood with laughter and hooting. It’s the fucking song from Lady and the Tramp movie.

Red Hood, or rather Jason is so confounded that he doesn’t do much other than nod in thanks when a blond chick comes in with some italian pasta. The twink mumbles something and curls further in on himself. Jason just stares; was he seriously kidnapped (rather efficiently he has to admit) for a date of all things? He allows himself relax a smidgen since it appears he wasn’t brought here out of malice.

Alright, focus and take stock of the situation. These kids seemed to be older than high schoolers, and they have some training under their belt if they were able to get a drop on him in his own territory. The bats share some of their own tidbits they’ve been able to gather from tailing these particular teens. Apparently their here on a three day field trip from Illinois and have been causing mayhem ever since they’ve arrived. Tim’s caffeine infused theory is that they are magic users from a magic school that taught necromancy which Jason chooses to ignore indefinitely.

The twink finally raises his head and Jason stills.

Oh, oh no.

He’s not just a twink.

He’s a really pretty twink.

No, focus and catalog!

They have raven black hair that is playfully tousled, making him look even younger than his short slim build already does. His ivory skin is dusted with freckles like decoration help bring out his big doe eyes, and oh those eyes, like baby blue sapphires frames perfectly by dark luscious lashes. He wonders if those rose petal lips would taste like-

No! No, bad Jason! Bad!

The poor boy, all blushing and overwhelmed apologizes, “I’m so sorry Mr. Hood! I-I told them not to do anything drastic since I don’t need a boyfriend o-or partner, but they won’t listen!”

The asian dude intersects from the side, “Of course we won’t. Otherwise you’ll never get a date who isn’t a back stabbing brick or world conquering megalomaniac like your creepy uncle Vlad.”

“Were are doing this for your sake Danny!” shouts the curly haired boy.

Okay, ignoring those concerning remarks for now Jason turns back to the pretty twink named Danny.

He smirks “So… this happens often?”

Danny groans and blushes more all the way to his ears, “Only twice before thankfully. I mean I appreciate that they want me to be happy but… after all my past relationships I’ve gotten in terms with the fact that I might never find someone right for me; after all who would want a half dead guy like me as their boyfriend.”

Jason’s heart kinda breaks at the resigned smile forming on those soft lips. He can hear Stephanie cry vehement denials and righteous encouragements trough the link.

“Hey now, don’t say that. You seem like a nice guy so it’s their own fault for not seeing the beaut that you are. Hands down this has been most pleasant kidnapping I’ve experienced so far.”

Jason smirks when he sees Danny blush even more at his complement, while ignoring Damian’s demands to seize fraternizing with the other party.

“And since were both here why not make most of it. Care to tell some about yourself?”

Danny shifts a bit and thinks, “Umm… Well, I should probably introduce myself since it’s kinda my fault your here; I’m Danny Fenton and I study engineering at Casper University. I really like space and astronomy, I also like animals and volunteer at the local zoo and animal shelter when I can. And I’ve also started to take interest in reading, mostly sci-fi and murder mysteries.”

So far so good, he thinks as he discreetly looks the other over. He says he’s in university but-

“Quick question: how old are you if you don’t mind me asking?”

Please be legal, please be legal, please be legal-

“Oh, I’m eighteen soon to be nineteen.”

Thank fuck.

“What about you? I can you tell about yourself, it doesn’t have to be anything too personal with secret identities and all. I actually used to be a teen hero before going fully public so I understand.”

Jason blinks. The coms are silent.

“What do you-”

His words die on his tongue when pair of gloved hands grip Danny’s shoulders. Green rage fills his vision when he seen the face of the monster that plagues this city. The Joker.

He growls and craps his gun.

“Well what do we have here? Couple of love birds~” comes a grating voice right above Danny, causing him to turn around.

He screams and throws a punch.

The Pit Rage coursing through Jason’s veins that was demanding him to attack, to kill, to protect, to take-Danny-and-never-let-go came to a freezing halt. He watches in awe as his gorgeous twink decks the clown fucker in the face, eliciting a satisfying crack. Joker goes flying in beautiful arch and lands on his neck.

They all watch his limp form. He doesn’t rise.

“Damn it, not again. Third one in two months, hopefully this time they won’t seek compensation.” One their musicians mutters.

Danny turns back to him and begins to ramble and gesture with his bloodied hand, “O-Oh gosh! I’m so sorry, please don’t tell Batman! I don’t want him to kick us out just yet; I haven’t gotten to visit the planetarium yet.”

Welp, now Jason knows where to take Danny on their second date. He takes his helmet off as his siblings yell at him but he doesn’t care about that, all he cares about wooing the fuck out of this murder twink. He fixes his hair a bit and leans on the table, giving his most charming smile.

“Never dream of it. Anyway~ ever read Jane Austen?”

I read a fanfic once where adult Danny and Severus are good friends and realized how they could bizarrely work as a couple! Not to mention I’m a slut for crackships. So I decided to take a shot and try to write some aged-up Danny Phantom/Fenton x Severus Snape.

And since this ship doesn’t seem to have a name yet I came up with couple → Death Draught, Ecto Ingredient, Ecto Potion… Death Potion? Deathly Teacher?? Contaminated Teacher?... Black Amortentia????? maybe that one is too dark.

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Harry was tried in near catatonic state to shove some good ol’ English breakfast down his throat after waking up from three hour sleep, lacking due to cramming much of his schoolwork till last minute when it happened. Through the open double door entry sprinted two identical red heads with manic glee towards their unsuspecting housemates at the gryffindor table, many whom have yet to still fully awaken.

Harry tried his best to understand with his sleep addled brain what was happening as the two menaces sat either side of him. One of them, he’s too tired to care which one, showed a piece a parchment.

“Our dear Harrinski, you will never believe what we’ve wound,” says Weasley to his left.

“It’s positively scandalous,” whispers Weasley número dos to his right.

Harry blinked one lethargic eye, then another.

“Wha’ you talkin’ ‘bou’?”

“We’ll Fred and I managed to slip into dear ol’ Snape’s chamber-”, left Weasl- George begins to explain, and those words alone are enough to snap Harry fully back to the waking world. He looks at the twins in mounting horror and maybe a bit of awe.

“You did what?”

Fred dares to roll his eyes at him, “We broke into Snape’s room, keep up will you.”

“So, we got in and started looking around when lo and behold, we find letters. And not just any letters”, George continued, ignoring the wide eyed look he received at their blatant admittance. Then as one they say, “They are love letters!”

Harry has to really put all of his processing power into that last sentence, because there is no way he heard that correct.

“Love… letters?” he mutters in disbelieve, because what? Letter of affection, to the most surliest person he has ever know besides his uncle Vernon.

Or rather he used to be from from what he has heard: Snape used to be so much worse until just couple of years ago before he himself stated to go school here, that’s when he apparently started to mellow out quite some. Still a hard-ass though.

Fred and George nod in unison and show him the parchment; it’s unique looking and definitely expensive, green in colour and almost fluorescent in quality- blimey, is that glittery lipstick on the paper!? He ignores it for his sanity’s sake and reads;

Mine own dearest Prince,

I desire this lett’r finds thee well; t’hast been far too longeth since we has’t lastheth seen, and mine own heart aches to beest by thy side once m’re. I regreteth not visiting anon’r but duties cometh first. F’r many a moon I has’t hath slav’d hence to meeteth thee again, to gazeth into thy dark ‘rbs, and to heareth the timbre of thy voice. And finally I has’t hath found myself free with timeth to spareth and thus has’t hath decided to cometh to thee in p’rson, at long last. Just waiteth f’r me belov’d.

At each moment yours always, DP

Harry can only stare, mystified by what was written. Who writes like this nowadays? Who the bloody hell is this DP? Dearest Prince? Timbre of thy voice? Eww, he so did not need to know about his professor’s love life in any capacity; certainly not Snape’s of all people. What did this ‘DP’ see in the gloomy potion professor anyway?

Harry is brought back from his thoughts when Fred whispers too close to his ear, “You see! Definitely a love letter. Who knew you local dungeon bat had it in him.”

George leans in too, “It begs the question: who is this mysterious DP? From the lipstick stain you’d think them to be a woman-”

“But that would be too narrow minded my dear brother. We don’t really know which broom he flies with, he’s always been secretive when it comes to his privet matters”, Fred continues.

“Honestly, I didn’t think ol’ Snape had any privet life. I thought potions were his entire life”, George says.

As the two continue on with their theories, Harry ignores them and chooses to focus on his forgotten breakfast instead. But no matter how much he tried he couldn’t keep his eyes from drifting back to the parchment. He might be too curious for his own good but he can’t help it; he’s always been kept in the dark about things so he has learned to find answers by himself. No, he shakes his head, this isn’t any of his business and he’d rather not get in more on Snape’s bad side by intruding like this.

After taking couple of bites he notices that it has gotten quiet, too quiet. He looks up at the twins and sees them frozen and pale, looking behind them as if death itself has come for them. He slowly turns too and… oh bollocks.

The infamous dark potions master stands there in his looming glory, glaring down at them red faced. Oh if looks could kill. And when he finally speaks you could here the hot red rage in every word of his.

“Mister Potter and the Weasley menaces. What. Do. You. Have. There.”

The three of them looked at each other for a workable answer, but came up with nothing.

“Detention for rest of the term, for breaking and entering into teacher’s quarters and theft. Starting today.” Snape growls and marches forward. He snatches away the letter before briskly walking out of the dining hall.

AU where Danny “eldritch-god” Fenton ends up in DC universe and becoming Lex’s assistant and dragging him kicking and cursing to path of being chaotic neutral at the very least.

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“This is so embarrassing,” Lex mutters under his breath. Well, there is one silver lining that came with this situation he thinks and looks at Superman some distance away from him.

The boy scout is still struggling in utter futility against an icy prison similar to his. Lex barely holds back a snort, at least he himself takes his loss with dignity (as much as one can have in such situation). He knows it’s impossible to breakout from the ice encasing them neck to toe so he’s already resigned to his fate and hopes that their jailer chooses to show some mercy for them sooner rather than later.

And speaking of their jailer, he move his gaze from the pitiful man in front of him to a much more appealing sight and what a sight it was.

On a makeshift throne of ice sits his personal assistant Danny Fenton, dressed in pristine dark blue dress shirt and black pencil skirt, his lean legs crossed languidly as he regards them both with a look of a disappointed mother. He manages to catch the attention of those beautiful glacier blue eyes and gifts his lovely assistant his best award winning smile.

“Danny-”

“Don’t even start with me Lex. You are as much responsible for this mess as he is. And no talking while in the chill out corner”, Danny scolds sternly whilst pointing at him and Superman.

No, Lex Luthor doesn’t pout. He doesn’t.

And of course this is the moment Superman decides to open his big mouth.

“Mr Fenton, release me! You have no-”

Danny cuts him off with a literal stop sign he takes from behind his throne.

“And I’m stopping you right there Supes. Both of you are staying right where you are till you can settle you disagreements like proper adults instead of taking it out on the entire city!”

As he shouts he motions at their surroundings. The spot they currently occupy is a park with a fountain monument… or it used to be before Lex and Superman totalled it alongside with many buildings and structures.

One can hear sirens going off all around as well as shouts from both responders and civilians. Lex can see from his position some folk who have been brave enough to come for a closer look after their brawl had come to an abrupt end thanks to the infamous office siren Danny. He can see few of them recording their rather humiliating state. Oh, this is going to be such a PR nightmare.

“How many times do I need to say this: If you want to fight take it outside the city limits! There’s a perfectly good field not too far you guys could use but no, we need to duke it out like couple of teenagers behind a Denny’s! Almost took out my apartment too! Again!!”

Lex can’t help but wince at the reminder, he knows Danny can hold a grudge longer than even Ra’s and has many times before threatened to move in with his sister Lena and taking their son with him if he didn’t “cut that shit out”. As much as it pains him to admit but most of the time he deserved each tongue lashing he gets whenever he acts to closely like Danny’s “fruitloop” of a godfather.

Of course the Big Blue decides to dig himself even deeper with their already ticked off keeper.

“Now listen here-” He doesn’t get to say much when the ice travel from his neck to cover lover face, effectively cutting him off as Danny levels him truly icy glare.

“I won’t repeat myself. You’re supposed to be a hero yet it seems that you cause as much destruction as the rest of them. You think yourself so high and mighty on your ‘moral high horse’ but here’s a news flash for you smallville, life isn’t black and white; evil isn’t evil just for the sake of it, it very rarely is and people don’t always do good things because it’s the right thing to do. I honestly couldn’t give two shits about your little dick measuring competition as long as you keep the rest of us who just want to live a peaceful safe life out of it. Capisce?”

With each word his eyes glow brighter and more frigged as he dares Superman to try anything, His hand tightening around the stop sign he still brandishes like a kings scepter. For once the superhero lowers his eyes in defeat after he seems to realize that he isn’t going to win this one much to Lex’s disappointment (it would’ve been entertaining to see where this could’ve gone) and that cold gaze is now pinned on the businessman. Lex doesn’t falter but nods his head in submission feeling rather chastised himself from the tirade. Though it left him feeling something *ehem* else too which the tightly packed ice on his body conceals rather well. The way he’s able to talk down Big Blue himself… Damn, Lena was right: he does have a competence kink.

As he tries and fails to think anything else to lessen his ever hardening problem their tentative silence of self-reflection is shattered by a youthful laugh, “Hahah this is hilarious! Guys takes pictures quick.”

Lex wishes he could bang his head against something when a familiar group of teen heroes waltz in and take in their unfortunate state. Kid Flash openly laughs as he takes as many pictures as possible and highly amused Artemis looks on, Robin is tapping away on his wrist device with a smirk while Aqualad seems more perplexed than anything with the whole ordeal. Miss Martian giggles as she follows another teen called Supernova- also known as Conner Fenton up to the throne and its occupant. Dressed in a distinct black and white suit with blue accents that seems to pay homage to another hero there even if they haven’t worn theirs in years. Danny visibly softens at the sight of them and gives his greeting.

“Hey little star, been busy?”

The teen, a male with same hair and eyes as Danny shrugs, “Not really. Nice weapon,” he says and points at the stop sign. Danny shrugs and tosses it to the side.

“You can’t beat the classics, besides the thermos of course. So what are you kids doing here?”

Supernova rolls his eyes, “Big wigs up in the atmosphere want to know whats up. They fighting again?”

Danny nods and mutters, “Yep. Seriously, it feels like instead of being a high payed assistant I’m a glorified babysitter to adult sized children. And just you know that out of all of these children you two are my favorites.”

Supernova snorts, “Sure hope so, considering I’m your only biological one. Anyway I’m going to go and make fun of dad and not-dad, see ya mom.”

Lex can only sigh in resignation as Supernova walks up to him, leaving Danny to chat with Miss Martian about new muffin recipes.

“Hi dad”, he says with a shit-eating grin.

“Son”, Lex huffs. The little shit puts his arm over his frozen shoulder and leans casually over.

“Sooo, how’s it going? Other than pissing off mom for the fifth time this month.”

Before Lex can defend himself another more gruffer voice carries over.

“I would like to know as well.”

Oh look it’s Batman, what a joy. He’s standing by Danny’s throne and examining them, then he turns to the still sitting male. “Danny”, he greets.

“Batman”, Danny gives a two-finger salute in turn.

“Hmm”, comes ever so eloquent response, which Danny counters.

“You can’t tell me they don’t deserve this. I’m going easy on them in my opinion.”

“I know. Saw the footage”, Batman states. Danny raises an eyebrow.

“And?”

A second, then two…

“Carry on.”

He then turns to the two men still stuck in place, “Superman we will discuss about your shameful conduct and disregard toward civilian lives and property.”

He turns to leave since the other is still silenced by ice but not before saying to the assistant, “and Mr Fenton will have no problem in educating Mr Luthor in same manner.”

Danny gives a sharp smile.

“Oh I will don’t you worry.”

And just like that the Dark Knight is gone like a shadow in a broad daylight. Danny claps his hands to gain everyones attention, “Now then, since were going to be here for a while would you kids like to have some triple-chocolate muffins I managed to make before those two interrupted my stress baking session.”

Predictably all of them are on board.

“Ooh me me me!”

“Yes please!”

“Sure why not.”

“I would be delighted.”

“Hm.”

“You didn’t mix sugar with salt this time did you?”

Had an idea from a prompt I remember reading where Danny goes “Oh shit, that’s my ex” and it was Danny Phantom x Ra’s al Ghul ship, then I was like “It’s stuck in my head so I guess I have to write something about it now.”

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“Umm… Would you repeat that”, Red Robin- otherwise known as Tim asks, utterly perplexed.

He had been put on monitoring duty at the Batcave due to his injured leg. He was prepared for a mind-numbingly boring night if it weren’t for the glowing man floating in front of him. A glowing stranger to be precise; a stranger who has managed to get inside one of the most well protected hideouts without tripping any alarms. He’s was seriously debating if this was a hallucination created by his sleep deprived brain.

The white haired man growls- like actually growls in frustration.

“Urgh! I want you guys to help me file a restraining order against one Ra’s Al Ghul. My very much obsessive crazy ex. I mean, I already have one sanctioned by the Council but that doesn’t seem to deter the man one bit and since you guys are suppose to be heroes or whatever, so I thought that you would be filling to help me out with this. Didn’t you guys have beef with him? Perfect time for some payback.”

Tim blinks, then rubs his eyes and looks again. Nope, the man is still here. He nods slowly and taps his communication device.

“B, you might want to come and see at this.”

The man or Phantom as he had introduced himself as earlier and Tim stare at each other for a bit before he can’t contain his curiosity.

“Soo… You and Ra’s”, he asks like this is all normal.

“One of many flings of my youth unfortunately”, Phantom admits with a cringe.

Tim can only nod.

A crack AU idea where Delia Ketchum is Giovanni’s younger sister

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That morning had stated as normal for Delia. Making porridge and berry smoothie for breakfast, and waking up her son and his pikachu, who have returned from another one of their long trips. After eating they prepared to leave to meet up with Sam at his laboratory, only to stop at a very unusual sight.

A striking red sports car is parked in front of their house from an expensive brand she remembers seeing in her childhood, with its backseat is stuffed to the prim with gifts.

Delia is so dazed with confusion and gnawing feeling building in her stomach that she fails to keep her child put as he dashes up to the vehicle.

“Wow, mom! When did you get a new car, it’s so cool looking”, Ash gasps and peeks inside the car with pikachu pressing their face against the glass.

“I didn’t”, she denies too quiet for him to hear. The gnawing feeling grows and she doesn’t like it.

Ash, you can go ahead! I forgot something in the kitchen, she yells.

Ash looks back to her and shrugs before turning to his partner.

All right! Come on pikachu, last one there is a rotten exeggcute.

Delia watches as Ash starts to race with pikachu down the dirt road to their destination. She turns around back to the house once Ash was far enough and furiously types out a number she wishes she had forgotten. She taps her foot impatiently as she waits for the call to connect..

“If you think you can buy back my forgiveness you have another thing coming Mr. Rocketto”, she states with unprecedented iciness that laces her every word, refusing the other party to speak before her. Her entire demeanour has shifted from the usual cheery small town mom image to something more gold and calculated. Her warm eyes now hold hardness to them that would make even the most bravest of men second guess themselves.

Seconds pass before a distinct male voice resonates through the landline.

“Sigh, Dalila-”

“Delia,” she reminds sharply, but the man pushes on.

“-is this really how you treat you own brother? Resorting to last names even.”

“Tsk, you lost all good will I still had for you when you endangered my son and his friends the first time around! And many times after”, she hisses and slams a nearby table to punctuate her point.

“Now that’s not fair; I didn’t know he was yours back then. Not to mention they were constantly getting in my business”, he tries to placate her, unsuccessfully of course.

She has to force herself to breath slowly and pray to whatever deity is out their before she strangles this man with her bare hands.

“Even if by some miracle I did forgive you without asking for forgiveness from my son first, I left that live style behind me. Me and my family will never join the “family business.””

There’s a moment of silence before he asks, “Am I not your family as well sister?”

A pause from her end. “… Debatable. I appreciate that you helped me get out of there, really I do. But like I said, that live is not something I want to ever partake in ever again. I’m perfectly happy here in my little countryside haven. Why can’t you just accept that Gio.”

“… I’ll call you on a later date. Have a pleasant day Delia dear”, he says and ends the call without much fanfare.