Lumina Nightfall

Danny: Oh, this? My boyfriend let me borrow his jacket. Looks great right?

Sam: Who the hell is your new boyfriend?

Danny: What do you mean?

Sam: Danny, that jacket costs forty-five thousand dollars! Its brand.

Danny horrified whisper: I wore this on the subway.

Tucker: Danny, pal of mine, brother from another mother, take it off, slowly, fold it, and put it in your bag. Did you notice anyone following you?

Danny: I don't think- I mean I dont know-am I in danger?

Sam: Well, you did just walk across the most dangerous city in the country with a jacket that cost almost as much as a car, and no one mugged you. Maybe people here don't know brands? In any case, give it back to your rich boyfriend as soon as possible.

Danny: Okay.

Tucker: But seriously, who is your new boyfriend? How you did you meet?

Danny: His name is Tim, and we met at my summer internship-

Sam: Wait. You met this Tim at Wayne Enterprise, right? What's his last name?

Danny: Ugh....he told me but I couldn't hear him since my Ghostly Wail shot my hearing the day before then I was too embarrassed to ask and too much time went by and then he asked me out so....I don't know?

Tucker: Dude, how can you not know your own boyfriend's last name?

Danny: We've only been dating two weeks! Plus its not like we were assigned the same department at W.E. He was in administration and I was in research and Development! I saw him on occasion in the same building and-

Sam: Is this him? *Shows phone*

Danny: Yeah? Why do you have a photo of my boyfriend? Do you know him?

Tucker: Let me see- IS THAT TIMOTHY DRAKE!? YOU BAGGED TIMOTHY DRAKE!?

Sam: Keep your voice down!

Tucker: Sorry, sorry, its just- dude how im the world did you manage this?

Danny: I ran into him the hallway, dropped all the coffee I had on myself and took off my shirt to wash it in the bathroom. He stood guard at the door for me. I think he has a thing for losers?

Sam: Danny, you have a six pack.

Danny: So?

Tucker: Dude, for the last time, you are the hot one in our trio. Sam is the pretty one and I'm the handsome one. We may have been sevens in Amity Park, but here? Where the water is undrinkable? We're tens!

Sam: I say we're more like a decent eight point five-

Tucker: TENS. WE ARE TENS.

Red Robin in the ceiling: AMEN BROTHER

Sam: What the hell was that?

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I fucking love “The Price of Peace,” and I’ve read a ton of similar fics, but it just hit me that it’s always one of the Bats (preferably Tim) who ends up being the sacrificial “bride.”

But consider this instead: Danny.

Danny leads the rebellion. Danny topples the evil king. Danny wins the war. And after all that, the very last thing he wants is to rule a kingdom. So he sets up a council—shared power, equal voices, no more crowns—and immediately clocks out of “Supreme Leader” mode forever.

The problem is that the neighboring kingdoms are still nervous because, shockingly, wars leave scars, so Danny volunteers to act as an ambassador to help stabilize things. Just some light diplomacy. A few meetings. Nothing serious.

And then—whoops. One treaty leads to another, politics do what politics do, and suddenly Danny is engaged to Tim Drake as part of a peace agreement.

From Danny’s POV? He’s basically a hostage in a fancy palace and he is like: You mean I live in a secure palace, don’t have to make executive decisions anymore, and my only job is to exist politely and attend dinners?

Early. Fucking. Retirement.

From the Bat side, they think they’ve gained leverage—an important political figure placed conveniently close, possibly a spy, definitely dangerous.

Danny is just sleeping eight hours a night for the first time in years and discovering hobbies.

Everyone thinks they’re playing a high-stakes political game.

They were written by the Brazilian catholic archbishop Hélder Câmara, and very religious and spiritual in a beautiful way.

I think some people's religion calls them to live in a state of compassion and wonder that I find to be very profound

I don't know what I think about faith anymore but I think this guy understood something.

AKA "After Alfred dies, the Batfam need a new chef. Somehow, they find Danny (who totally didn't lie on his resume and absolutely knows how to cook!). Danny just wants Mr. Pennyworth's ghost to stop harassing him." DPxDC prompt idea!

This was inspired by the bajillion other ghost!Alfred prompts, but I literally couldn't get it out of my head. Specifically, how bad Danny would be as a chef. But I also want Danny to somehow heal the Wayne's grief a little?

Damian is the first one to notice how the Manor's kitchen looks different. While Bruce, Tim, and Damian still live in the Manor, Bruce and Tim refuse to enter the kitchen. Bruce even (politely) refuses to eat the food Mr. Fenton cooks. (Damian hadn't known Alfred Pennyworth for very long but he had respected him all the same. Even so, he refuses to let his loss prevent him from walking around his own home.) So, of course, Damian notices.

It starts subtly. Mr. Fenton, their new chef, left several recipe books on the kitchen counter. It's not unusual for a chef to do so but it's jarring since Mr. Pennyworth always made sure to keep the kitchen spotless. Next, are chrysanthemum flowers in a vase. Notes pinned to the fridge with colorful magnets. Star-themed tea towels hanging off the oven door. A small hydroponic garden plugged in on the counter top. Mr. Fenton starts to listen to music - an odd mixture between country and classical, sometimes listening to a podcast about NASA or World War II. It's not obnoxiously loud but it can be heard over the bubbling of soup, Mr. Fenton chopping veggies, and occasional humming.

It's like the entire kitchen transforms with new life. Sounds, colors, movement, the scent of fresh herbs and tomato sauce. Damian stays hidden in the hallway as he silently observes.

Until he sees the cookbook flip several pages and a bottle of pepper flakes floats above the sauce pan, shaking until they flutter out. Mr. Fenton heaves an exasperated sigh and groans, "Al! I was going to add them! Ancients, if you wanted to cook, you should'a just done it."

It's several more minutes of a one-sided conversation before Damian decides either he's hallucinating (not likely given Mr. Fenton would also need to be hallucinating) or Mr. Pennyworth is... a ghost. Haunting the Manor. And somehow Mr. Fenton can see him, can communicate with him. It wouldn't be the strangest thing to happen - Damian has seen the dead revived, had the displeasure of speaking with John Constantine, and he himself has been in Hell. A ghost would be underwhelming. But the ghost of Alfred Pennyworth?

Good thing Damian is the son of the world's greatest detective. He will figure this out.

(Cue Damian recruiting Thomas, Cain, and Brown - those least familiar with Pennyworth and therefore less likely to be swayed by the ghosts of the past - to investigate Fenton's clearly meta status.)

The Justice League asks Danny to destroy an alien army so earth will be safe:

Danny: cool yea I can totally do that but I’m gonna need you to do something for me in return

JL: huh?

Constantine*immediately catching on: yea sure whaddya want?

Danny: I don’t fucking know a sandwich?

Constantine: done.

*creepy evil green handshake to seal the deal*

JL: 0-o

It has been alittle over a year since Danny was chased out of Amity after a bad reveal with his parents. They tried to convince everyone that he died but far too many people saw him running away from their shots. They were avoided before but now they were dispised. Tucker moved away not long after that, his parents didn't think the town was safe with the Fentons. Jazz went off to college.

They keep in contact, still trying to look for Danny. Trying to avoid Vlad, the GIW, and the Fentons.

Now Sam is here, at a gala, with her parents trying to introduce her to older, richer families and their children. Like the Wayne's, with their trillions of dollars, and many single kids.

That's when she sees him, with the Wayne's, their newest adoptee Is Danny.

Thinking quick she says something she never thought she'd say. 'Hey mom, I'm gonna go flirt with one of the Wayne's.'

Her mom stared, wide eyed. Then handed her something and said 'The Wayne's are trillionares. Go be a rebellious teenager and have some fun.'

It was a condom. Her mother just handed her a condom. She didn't even ask which Wayne! From the 12 year old Damien to the 29 year old Richard! Just "be rebellious and have fun"!

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Do you all remember that prompt where Danny gets mistaken for a vampire and decides to play along?

When you think about it, ghosts and vampires actually have quite a few things in common. Not culturally, obviously, but in terms of powers and the whole “technically undead” situation. Which naturally made me think about our favorite wannabe vampire: Vlad.

So what if vampires aren’t actually a real species?

What if the entire concept of vampires exists because Vlad once tried to take over the world by traveling back in time? Danny managed to stop him before he could achieve his goal, but he couldn’t undo all the consequences of Vlad’s actions.

Imagine Vlad showing up centuries in the past with ghost powers, flight, super strength, mind control, ectoplasm, glowing eyes, an obsession with dramatic capes, and a tendency to bite people when he’s feeling particularly unhinged. The locals see this and go, “Ah yes, clearly this is a vampire.”

Danny eventually fixes the timeline enough to stop Vlad’s scheme, but he can’t erase the stories. The legends spread. People keep adding details over the centuries until an entire vampire mythology exists.

Fast forward to the present.

Danny gets mistaken for a vampire.

At first he tries to correct people, but then someone mentions that Batman has a file on “possible metahuman vampire activity” and suddenly it becomes way too funny to stop.

So Danny commits.

...

...

"You once asked me," Tim commented, eyes meeting the white blinds of Red Hood's helmet, "why everyone calls me The Smart Robin."

Red Hood didn't respond. Tim didn't expect him to.

"At the time, I'd said something about my computer skills. Maybe it was how I could outsmart even The Bat. I remember commenting on that, too. Dick had then issued some dumb challenge." Tim lifted one of the nearby escrima, without an owner for so long that the little details had begun to degrade, to block some of the light above him. He could almost pretend they were brand new and he was just holding onto them for Dick, adding some new upgrade or fixing the now defunct taser function in them. "I don't really remember what happened afterwards. That doesn't really matter, either."

Damian had been unable to recover anything but Dick's escrima.

"You once asked me why everyone calls me The Smart Robin," Tim repeats, frustration bleeding into his voice. Tim turned his gaze to survey the dilapidated Batcave, hardly a shadow of its former glory, and his eyes drifted to the displayed Batman uniform.

It was almost depressing how Bruce hadn't even been able to suit up.

"The fucking Smart Robin," Tim seethed, standing up and reeling his arm back - before carefully bringing the escrima back down. He couldn't throw one of the last keepsakes of his oldest brother. He sighed, reaching down to grab the scuffed helmet before tucking it between his arm and side.

He stood there for a long moment, staring at nothing, before jerkily beginning his trek to the smashed Batcomputer. "What good is the title if I can't figure out how to fix this?" Tim muttered to the helmet before flopping into the somewhat-repaired computer chair, letting the helmet roll across the remaining desk.

He reached over his head to grab the cape he'd draped over the back after Damian had also perished, burying his face into the fabric. It smelt like dust and debris and that specific scent that Tim had always attributed to Gotham herself. Neither Damian's favorite tea nor Titus' shampoo scents were left. At this point, it was a swath of fabric that Tim couldn't even wear because he couldn't bring himself to use it for scraps.

Tim wished he had something of Duke's but there was nothing of his where his tracker was last recorded. Cass and Steph were uncertain as to whether they were still alive or not, as they were in Hong Kong when it all went down and long-distance communications were one of the first things to be eliminated.

The Supers were the first to fall to their still unknown foe, disintegrating into dust before Lois' eyes - according to the hysterical newly widowed and grieving mother. Supergirl and Power Girl were both unknown, but unlikely to have survived due to their MIA status. After the Supers, the Earth-based Lanterns and all communication with Oa. Then, Wonder Woman and then... Bruce.

That was, at least, the presumed timeline. After the main three Justice League founders and their ability to call for assistance from what was essentially the galactic police were eliminated, the unknown enemy then began expanding and checking off an arbitrary list. At that point, the Bats were still largely unaware, and it took a news feature on Bruce Wayne disappearing in a cloud of dirt for Tim to be made aware. He'd immediately informed the others.

They'd tried everything they could to figure out what they were even supposed to be fighting. Then it began taking civilians, picking up speed, then started disintegrating the earth itself. And then it took Red Hood. Nightwing. Robin. Signal. All the way until, so far as Tim could figure, Red Robin was the only still active vigilante. Not that there was anything left of Gotham to protect, aside from dust-filled streets and dirty ruins.

It almost felt like some higher power had decided to hit Reset on this dimension, and it had to destroy everything before it could restart.

"Oh hey, I finally found someone- hey!" The unexpected voice would've caused Tim to jump up to defend the last of his home had he not been so willing to join his family. Instead, his head flopped back so it leant against the headrest, his eyes rolling in the direction the person was in.

If Jason hadn't declared that no God exists within two months after Bruce's... disappearance, Tim would almost call the person an angel.

Cass decides to go with the plan and sneaks through the vents. She plans to drop down behind him and poke him or something. What she wasn’t expecting was for him to suddenly perk up and turn in his seat to look right at her in the vent. How had he noticed her? Not even Superman could notice her if she knew she was sneaking up on him!

Already knowing the plan is a bust she drops down with the intention of introducing and explaining herself when something weird happens. Cass had been trained since birth to read people’s bodies. To her it was her first language. So it surprised her when Phantom seemed to be doing the same to her. Reacting to her in the same way she was reacting to him.

Danny, for his part, is also confused that this bat person seems to be communicating in what he can best describe as a mute form of ghostspeak. She only has a proto-core so she can only project the most basic of intentions to color her emotions but combined with her body movements it’s almost as easy for him to understand as ghostspeak!

It was a silent conversation but the two young heroes quickly struck up a friendship. Cass is happy that she’s met someone she can converse with without any words or sign and Danny’s happy to meet someone who’s capable of understanding and somewhat replying in ghost. The only words shared between them being those that they can’t get through a combination of body language and a weak form of ghostspeak, but they’re mostly entirely quiet.

Steph: Dibs!

Dick: You can't call dibs it's seniority based

Katherine: Then I will gracefully accept

Cass: Best fighter get's him?

Duke: Before we continue has anyone actually told him? I know alien heritage isn't first date material but DOES he knows he's part alien?

Steph: No fair! Duke cheated and seduced him already D:<

Danny whos been friends with Dick for like ever, so when Bruce is MIA and Dick is left with Damian and Tim, Danny is around to help.

Danny picked up a lot from just being around Jazz, so while hes in no way a professional, hes as close as they can get because the family refuses to seek real help.

He also helps ease Tim into his own moniker, and supports his ideas that Bruce is still out there. But he also works with Damian to find better coping mechanisms, even if those coping mechanisms are chasing Danny around the house.

Danny knows about the bat stuff, they know about the ghost stuff, but Danny is a civilian most of the time.

"WE ARE LIVE IN GOTHAM CITY; MR. FREEZE HAS JUST MADE AN ATTACK AND LOOK AT THE DAMAGE HE HAS CAUSED" the reporter yelled into the mic; they all did this for more money, even though it was a death wish.

the camera panned around to the frozen areas of where the attack occurred- wait was that someone ICESKAITING???

"THERE- THERE IS SOMEONE ICESKATING ON MR. FREEZE'S ICE-" the camera caught the civilian being blasted with ice, "OH- A PERSON WAS ICE SKATING-" AND THE PERSON CAME BACK OUT UNSCATHED ON THE OTHER SIDE.

or...

Just three friends hanging behind the Nasty Burger (Eldritch Danny AU) This was made for my DPxDC crossover fic (Ghost-related Emergencies), just a note the fic is a crossover