ChaosBrain

Dimension Travel idea prompt

I've seen tons of fics and prompts about characters getting dropped into the Omegaverse. But what about the opposite? Someone from the Omegaverse transmigrated into a non omegaverse world.

They would have not only cultural shock, but also some extreme sensory deprivation issues. There would be less socially acceptable PDA, less shared space. Less scents and more textures that are more about practicality than comfort. I imagine there are a lot more sensory friendly lighting and common space textures in the Omegaverse. Like bus seats are softer texture rather than the scratchy stuff we are used to. And park benches have thin silicone coating like on sensory swings to give better texture and temperature. Public spaces would have warm toned lights and working spaces cool, and they would all have like dimming sensors for eye strain. A non didtopian Omegaverse world would have a softer environment built for designation diverse needs. Being dropped in a world without any of that would be grating and horrible. Especially if it's a young character that doesn't understand what's going on and just thinks that they are being rejected by the people who have promised to help them.

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Traumatized baby Danny from an Omegaverse world, desperately snuggling up with Dick and getting more upset by the minute. Finally he gives up and flees to cry in his hidy hole in the library.

Dick, sadly: Awww, there goes mu cuddles.

Jason: I know yall say he ain't got the tism, but shit like that just don't make no sense.

Tim, chronicly online Drake: Oh.... Oh shit...

Dick: what? That was you epiphany face.

Jason: Knowing Tim that could mean anything tho.

Tim, ten seconds into reading the minimal profiles they have on Danny: Get in losers we're going shopping.

Enter le fancy fragrance shop.

Tim: okay pick a scent you could live in and get one spray and a bunch of roll-on.

Jason: Are you trying to say we stink?

Dick: I'm surprised you didn't just order us new deodorant. Actually having us pick out a product instead of stalker tendencies, I'm proud of you!

Tim: it's for Danny. He comes from a pheromone based society. He's stressed because we don't have a scent he can recognize and find comfort in.

Jason: what in the Omegaverse is this?

Tim: EXACTLY, though I'm surprised you know what that is.

Jason: What were YOU doing in the devil's sacrament?

Tim: No stones in my glass house.

Dick: What?.. What is Omega- did you both just agree to drop a subject?! What just happened?!

Tim &Jason: Bidnas...

Jason: Anyways, you heard the Lil bird, babyBoo needs us to get stinky and swap stink to make his brain do the good burr.

<later back in the manor>

Damian: it is a ridiculous need and we should ween him out of it if he is to survive and live in this world going forward!

Bruce: Damian he cannot help that his biology and needs are different from ours. It is the same thing as your eating habits, it is something that helps you and doesn't hurt us or anyone so there is no reason to deny it. You don't have to participate, just as I do not have to eat the same things you do.

Dick: I don't know Lil D, we've just discovered something that might change your mind.

Damian : as if there would be something worth the effort of douesing myself in perfumes on the regular.

Jason, trying not to laugh: did you know that our newest, babyest bro can purr?

Tim: But only when he's absolutely comfortable, and the most relaxed... Say, for example, when he's being cuddled and sharing scents with one of his big brothers.

Damian interest perked: really? How did we not know he was capable of doing so when we took his physical?

Bruce: He purrs from his core, not his chest cavity like in felines, there was no physical proof until now.

Dick, pulling up a video of baby Danny purring cuddled on his chest: isn't he just the cutest?

Damian: Well if it is best for Daniel's growth than maybe it be best that the whole household partake in this scent endeavor.

DPXDC DeadSea Ep1

The summer before the portal incident, the Fenton parents decided to be responsible for one final time. They realized that their final push on completing their portal would likely be all consuming, and with the school year nearly over, they go through the process of getting their children signed up for camp. Getting their kids out from under foot while also providing them a safe, monitored environment for them to enjoy during the break.

They even found advanced educational summer programs that their kids would enjoy to make things easier. Jazzy was booked into a behavioral studies summer program that would delve into various developmental studies. It was hosted in Metropolis but also moved to Star City and Gotham during different subject focuses. Danny would be going to a very exclusive space camp, one set up by Nasa and Wayne Enterprise. Both had taken a lengthy application process, most of which was done in the lab. Meaning it was not surprising that the leaflets were damaged and nearly illegible when the kids got them.

So the Monday after school let's out Danny and Jazz pack up and head out.

Now here Danny was, two busses later sitting at a... dock? There is a group of six other teens under a banner he could recognize from the leaflet he had. Only Atlantis Expedition, had a different connotation while attached to a boat and waves instead of the blotchy dark smudge on Danny's pamphlet.

A few minutes of confusion and a kind tween later Danny had a not destroyed pamphlet to read. Turns out Atlantis and therefore Atlantians were real, and SOMEHOW his parents had gotten him into an ambassador program. An introduction between the youth of both realms.

"Well, in dad's defense, it IS sponsored by NASA." He mumbled to himself.

"What were you expecting? " The helpful tween asked. As his red headed friend wandered over from where he had been chatting with another older ginger.

"Let's just say this is not the space adventure I was advertised." Danny said awkwardly. "Not gonna complain though, still better than being stuck with my aunt for the summer."

"How is that even possible? I thought that this whole cultural exchange thing was very exclusive." The tallest red head asked incredulously.

"Yeah seems unlikely my dude, didn't your dad do the final cuts for attendance Dick?" The shorter red head asked the helpful boy.

"Yeah I mean it's does- Oh!" Danny admits while flipping the pamphlet to read the back.

"What?" The smallest helpful boy asks.

Danny points to a picture of an environmental suit. "That's the Fenton Suit 2.2. Mom and Dad just sold those blueprints to WE last year. It must have bumped us onto the short list for the program. That plus how distracted they have been in the lab, they probably didn't even read past NASA and WE before sending in an application." Danny explained.

"Oh, you must be Daniel Fenton! Yeah Dad did mention something about an explosion disrupting the video interview he had with your parents. I'm Dick by the way." The smallest boy introduced.

"Ew, no, Danny please... and yeah that sounds about right." Danny says offering his hand to shake.

"Well this will be an interesting summer for you then. I'm Wally." The more freckled ginger introduced himself next.

"Roy." The tallest ginger said with a smirk. "Did you even pack swimming gear?"

"I mean I packed a pair of trunks for the sensory dep tank... I don't think they'll be much use under the sea though." Danny admitted with a laugh.

"No worries, WE is supplying the dive suits for inside the depth suits. Besides the main castle of Atlantis is pressurized with magic so it'll be fine inside. " Dick explained, swatting at Roy for teasing the poor boy.

"Boats Here!" Wally cries and grabs his duffel off the ground and waving at the docking vessel.

They were all quickly aboard the boat and being introduced to the Atlantian kids that would be their buddies and guides for the program. They were left to mingle while the boat got them to the submarine that would take them the rest of the way to Atlantis.

Danny took a chance to break off from the awkward interactions and wander to a railing on the deck. He was quickly joined by a girl who had been introduced as Tula.

"It is even prettier under the water, especially the city." She said also watching the ocean pass by.

"Yeah I bet, I've never even seen the ocean before today. I can hardly imagine that soon I'll be so deep in it." Danny explains

Tula grasps and runs to the emergency box on the side of the hul. Pulling out a life jacket and several lifesavers. "Oh no! Put these on! I'll go get help!"

Roy, Wally, Dick, As well as two other atlantians, Garth and Kaldur come over to the sounds of alarm.

"What’s going on?" Wally asks

"I'm not sure-" Danny mumbles, burried under life preserves.

"He doesn't know how to swim!!" Tula exclaims in alarm.

" Once again Space Boy, how did you manage to get here?" Roy snarks

"Can someone please explain how this happened?" Garth asked exasperatedly.

Dick started to explain the situation to Garth and Tula while Kaldur walked up to Danny.

"Are you okay? Should you be this close to the railing?" He calmly asks.

"I KNOW HOW TO SWIM!" Danny huffed out indignantly.

"But you just said that this is your first time even seeing the ocean!" Tula explains.

"There are these magical things called pools." Roy points out with a laugh.

"Actually more like streams and lakes for me. Parents liked to offroad in search for paranormal entities as family bonding." Danny added.

'Oh... Right..." Tula said through her hands as she blushed.

DPXDC

Something something, starting plot goes here. The JL become aware of two things at once.

One, there is a secret government organization detaining, experimenting on, and eradicating beings known as 'ecto entities'. More preferably referred to as realms beings, though also called ghosts.

Two, their proteges need more supervision. Especially after the explosive rescue the young group staged.

Who better to watch the rebellious group than the teen king they helped rescue from the GIW? Bonus that it will keep Phantom under the radar as he heals, and the JL overturn the laws making him illegal.

The snag is that the 'Young Just Us' team have never been fans of being monitored or managed, so a glorified babysitter is not welcome. Plus the fact that Phantom used their attack as a distraction to free himself means that they don't see/know him as a victim.

Their first training session goes poorly. So Phantom takes them all out to a field to beat some respect into them.

Phantom: I get that you don't like that I'm here and you have problems with authority. But I will not let you half ass your training.

Kon: Who's to say we weren't training away from you?

Phantom: I can SEE the shopping bags- you know what, fuck it, you won't play nice, time to play ghost.

Tim: what does that mean?

Phantom: Time to fight about it.

Kon: Sure!

Cassie: Oooh, sounds like fun!

*One Beat Down Later*

Kon in a crater: I think this is what regret feels like.

Bart in a puddle of limbs: There is no timeline where I'll live this down.

Cassie from her own crater: I mean you did take yourself out. Didn't know you could run fast enough to punch yourself.

Tim, cutting himself down from a tree: Note to self, ghosts emote with their fists.

Phantom: They sure do! And do you know the best way to get stronger as a Ghost?

Bart: Something heartwarming about being remembered and living on in your surviors?

Phantom, laughing himself to tears: Cute, but no. Ever hear the phrase "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger?"

Kon: I don't like where this is going.

Phantom: Oh yeah, I spent the past year and a half getting my ass beat, like almost daily! Hahaha.

Cassie: You're laughing, that's bad right? It feels bad that he's laughing about near death experiences.

Phantom: I can't die, but you can. So I'm going to train you so that you don't have to learn the hard way.

DPXDC

The Justice League is gathered on the watch tower to meet ambassadors from the Infinite Realms to negotiate peace. The discovery of the Anti Ecto Acts has them on edge as it is clear that the government they work with has been actively hostile towards beings of the Realms.

They are only optimistic because the high king is amongst the peace treaty group.

The portal ripped into the air in the center of the summoning circle Constantine set up is an eerie green and swirls in mesmerizing circles. The beings that emerge are just as mysterious and intimidating.

A nine foot beastly being with sharp horns and a large maw filled with large teeth, covered in fur as white as snow braided in areas with beads, feathers and other trinkets. Wearing a simple kilt embroidered with swirls and snowflakes as well as a large cape, barely long enough to cover a tail adorned in silver cuffs and rainbow beads.

The rest of the group were more human in appearance. A Goliath of a man with slate skin, white flaming hair and blazing red eyes. A very human looking woman, though with the sature and air of an Amazonian, stepped out after. Her glowing teal eyes the only hint to her being anything more than human. The last of the party was a young man, barely out of his teens. His glowing platinum hair moves as if in water and his eyes glowed the same green as the portal. The young man had the same ice horns as the beastly being and a smooth white featureless mask over his face. Adorned with a cape lined with the cosmos and a crown of stars around his neck, this could only be the king.

"Hello, you must be the Justice League we've heard so much about." The boy introduced after a long awkward pause.

"Well met, I am Diana of Themyscira, and these are my teammates, Superman of Krypton, Batman and Flash of Earth and Hal of the Green Lanter Corp."

" Nice to meet you, I am-" the boy king started only for a hand to reach out of his cape and clamp over his mouth, knocking his mask up his face.

"Nuh-uh! Mom said it was MY turn with the name!" A young feminine voice announced before a teen girl popped out fully from the cape with a mischievous grin.

Before anyone could react the girl attacked and tossed the young king through the observation deck window. Only to follow and tackle the young man in a brawl. Thankfully for everyone else they had both phased through and not done any damage.

"Oh Hell no, If ANYONE deserves the name it's me! I've had it the longest!" The giant man growls before launching up and flying out into the vacuum of space to join the tussle.

The league members all look nervously on glancing at each other not sure what was happening or what to do.

"Is... Is this a coup? ... should we be concerned?" The flash asks, glancing around for more information.

A growling rumble comes from the large beast man and it takes a few moments for them all to realize that the being is chuckling.

"The Great One and his fraid are still young. Playfulness is expected." The being explains and gives a slight bow. " I am Hailwind, Bonded of Chief Frostbite, Guide of Phantom and Permafrost, Ambassador of the yetis' of the Far Frozen."

The woman dips her head, blushing and still glancing exasperatedly at the brawl going on outside the window. "Sorry for them, siblings, you know." She rolls her eyes."I am Princess Jasmine... of Earth?... Ambassador of Limanals and the Death touched." She introduced with pauses and many glances between Hailwind and the League members. "I'm only really a part timer for the ambassador stuff, I'm only here instead of my alternates because we wanted all the direct royals here the first meeting."

" Five on the Big guy." Hal whispers to Flash as they watch the fight on the other side of the window they both had wandered to.

"Nah, my bets on the little one, she's got spunk." Flash whispers back.

"Should we stop them? It seems rude to start without the king participating." Superman mentions gently.

"Right, yeah, just um." Jasmine stumbles, looking to her companion for suggestions.

In response, Hailwind reaches into his cloak and produces what can only be a baby Yeti. The little cub yawns and blinks big blue eyes out at the scene around her.

The league watch transfixed and a little concerned as a little ball of fluff float-crawls their way across the room to the window.

Batman makes a lunge motion when the baby audibly bonks head first into the window the three are fighting outside of, especially as she drops in altitude towards the ground.

Hal constructs a large catchers mit under her, only for the cub to regain her flight and pat at the window. Her tail wags like an excited puppy and her ears wiggle in glee as she chirps at the brawling group.

The air shifts at the sound of her chirping. And suddenly, the combating trio are engulfed in liquid night. A swelling of darkness speckled by stars swoops up and back through the window, engulfing the ceb as it goes. The mass condenses into a cloaked figure, and with a wave of fabric deposits the large man and teen girl back in place next to the princess. The hood falls back to show the young king, now with only a half mask covering his eyes and nose. Revealing a sharp toothed smile as it presses kisses to the cubs head. "Hello my snow princess" he coos as he floats over the group snuggling the baby Yeti.

"I guess that means I'm Prince Dante, Duke of the Badlands, the Reformed Curse, Ender of Times, Ambassador of the Vengeful Dead."

The teen girl wrapped around his shoulder unlatches her jaw from his bicep and slides off to the stand grumpily next to Dante. "Which makes me Princess Ellie of Earth, Mirror Born of the king, Spirit of Freedom.

The king hands the cub back to Hailwind and gives a smirk before taking his place back between his biological siblings. "You may know me as King Phantom of the Infinite Realms, Slayer of Tyrants, The Great One, the Bridge Between."

The prince and young princess scoff in indignation. "We fought and you didn't even bother to use it!" The man grumbles

"I want a redo! Use it or lose it Template!" The teen girl pouts.

DPxDC Magic Apprentice Danny (MAD)

Danny Nightingale was on a mission. For once not for his mentor or the observants. Not even some world saving quest from Clockwork or the JL. No this fetch quest was for the Crime Alley Revant. See Red Hood had rescued Ellie from a GIW base a few months back, and Danny had been searching for an adequate gift to offer the being ever since.

He had considered many things. The shard of a star, frozen in his ice. A daypass to the infinite library. A knighthood and title. It all seemed very small in comparison to the life of his sister, cousin, kid. Ellie was only living because Hood had seen the GIW and intervened, in all other lifetimes she didn't make it out and it destroyed Danny. The realms were greatful to him for saving their princess, Danny was thankful to still have a piece of his family.

Having Ellie alive made Danny feel almost whole again. So why not give the revenant the same opportunity? With a lot of research, Clockwork's not so subtle nudging and a little borrowed luck from his mentor Danny was on his way to Gotham's Lost. Also known as Kid City, or Robin's Forest.

A small subsection of Gotham's realm reflection. A haunt made and maintained by Gotham herself. The Lost of any mirror city's haunt was where the 'fogoten' reside. Shades and lost souls not ready to end or move past their death. Most commonly, children who don't fully understand death.

Robin's Forest was a utopia made and maintained by Robins. The various manifestations of hope and safety that the vigilantes created. A Lost where souls found peace and were gently giluided into the afterlife. A place where street kids forgot the pains of life before moving on. Many such children became their own version of Robin to fight their fears before moving on.

Most importantly, though, it was the last known location of Jason Peter Todd. At least his last known location while he was in the infinite realms.

"I've got something for you Hood!"

"Seriously Danny, I've told you that you don't need- WHO THE HELL IS THAT!? Is that a whole ass todler in a Robin suit!? Who gave YOU a baby?!" Jason exclaimed as he grabbed the kid Danny had just let go of.

Said child floated just out of Jason's reach staring into the revenant's very soul. There was an awkward moment of prolonged eye contact before the child moved. Slowly the todler approached Jason and placed a tiny hand on his cheek. "Loo 'ow bi' we got." The child cooed and pressed their heads together. Tears streamed uncontrollably down Jason's face.

There was a flash of light and the tiny child faded into a golden ball of light that fell into place in Jason's chest. A moment of shocked stillness before he took a breath and everything changed. The pits were gone, he felt peace and love and safety settle into his chest. Like a breath he didn't know he was missing. Like hope and trust was never something to question.

"What?" Was all he could say still crying and trembling from everything.

Danny smirked,"Take it easy buddy, it's gonna be a lot to take in for a while."

"What did you DO?" Batman demanded from the shadows.

"I just gave him back the missing piece of himself." Danny answered, hands up.

"What missing piece?" The bat pushed, looming as he does.

"The parts of his soul that he lost to survive." Danny retorted not very impressed with the Bat.

"Holy Shit!" Jason Todd, the Red Hood said as he tried not to hyperventilate. Overwhelmed by his world tilting into a positive light. "Did you just give me back my childhood innocents?!"

"Technically, you gave your child self a hug, merging back into one being was all up to your own mental and emotional state. It would have just been a hug if you hadn't done all the hard work of being someone baby you felt deserving." Danny shrugged.

(Tim's Trade House)

Tim is a smart young man. So when his parents fired the nanny during their brief visit home, he knew that they would forget to hire a new one before they left again. He was old enough to take care of it, just like his father always said.

Now, he could have hired a nanny or set himself to be enrolled back in boarding school. Which would ensure that he was cared for and supervised, at the sacrifice of his freedom. Tim was a very independent boy, and he'd finally built up his stamina for bat watching. So of course the best option was for him to take care of himself. It would only be for a few months while his parents were away, or until they noticed that they hadn't heard from the nanny service.

It took a week for him to realize that maybe he was a little in over his head. See, he had food delivered, and the bi-weekly cleaners came through to keep most of the mansion spick and spam. There was still the fact that he was too small to cook for himself, so he'd never learned how. And now most of his clothes had holes or stains that he couldn't fix.

Then he fell while chasing after Batman and Robin. He'd torn open his elbow and knees on rough gravel and was bemoaning losing his last 'good' pair of pants when a street kid came across him. The kid traded a bandage and the knowledge on how to get the blood out of the jeans for ten bucks and a granola bar. Tim started to watch the street kids, how they took care of each other, never taking handouts but trading what little they did have.

See it was simple to Tim. These kids didn't have much, but they knew how to survive. He had more than enough, but no knowledge on how to live. Easy solution, he would offer food, shelter and secrecy in exchange for life skills.

Drake manor was a new and large estate, but it was built to replicate old money manors. Thus there was a fairly large servants quarters with a separate entrance in the back lower floors of the building. Complete with a kitchen, bathrooms and a lounge that could house ten comfortably, more if people shared rooms. A few locks on the one, reinforced, door that led to the rest of the manor and Tim started his 'trade house'.

As all things do, it starts off small. A kicked out teen and her baby brother taking a chance on the kid with big blue eyes. Asking for nothing more than if she could teach him to make mac n cheese. A beat up runaway who swears they've risked worse for less, getting a safe bed in exchange for first aid lessons. Soon, it becomes a street secret, simple rules, completely safe, no big catch.

18 and under, no adults involved. The house isn't always open but when it is Alvin will be in town. There's a theory that Alvin is a maids kid and the house is only open when the owners are away. By this point the house has some regulars and Tim has picked up a lot of tricks. He can cook a few recipes and pick locks and give first aid. He knows how to tumble and walk nearly silently and make a fire out of literally anything. He can wash and press his clothes and clean all that he can reach. He's learning how to sew and mend clothes from three sisters trying to stay off the corners.

Every once in a while, there will be someone who tries to break into the main manor to rob the place. They never come back. There is a rumor that Alvin is a ghost, and he devours the greedy kids that come into the trade house.

The truth is tamer, but just as unsettling. Tim knows everything about everyone he lets under his roof. The few that break into the main manor are given a choice. Shut down the trade house for good and make off with their measly few hundred maybe a thousand dollars in stolen goods. With their address and full legal identity going straight to batman, the GCPD and CPS. Or go back to their bed for the night and get a ticket out of Gotham and the chance at whatever would help them get on track in life. Tim drives a hard bargain, he learned from his mother after all.

DCU, Tim & Damian, Timetravel, Fic Prompt.

Due to a magic mishap during a mission, Damian gets sent back in time, far back in time. Back to even before Jason was robin. Back to when Dick was still Robin, though not before he was old enough to want independence and his own title of hero.

So poof, there Damian is, watching his older brother yell about not being a sidekick to batman, who just stares off blankly. Meanwhile he's a few rooftops away, not sure if he should intrude and seek assistance or just figure things out on his own. He's only just turned 18, taken up the title Shrike and dropped down to part time vigilante while doing his residency at Wayne Memorial Hospital. Now he has to deal with being temporarily displaced with no identity or resources, lest he mess up the timeline, his family and potentially his own birth.

"So... Are you like... An Anti-Robin?" A tiny voice from a tiny boy asks. A familiar face on a miniscule little kid... And oh God, that's Tim! Much too small with the biggest, deceptively innocent eyes Damian's ever seen.

Long story short, Tim imprints on big Damian and takes him home like a stray. They bond, Damian takes care of baby Tim and learns just how terrible the Drake's are. But he cannot take Tim away, nor can he change the timeline. They work together to find a way to get Damian back to his time. Damian also teaches little Tim how to be stealthy while following the Bats around Gotham. If he can't get the boy to stop at least he can keep him safe while he does it.

If you want it soft it ends there, Damian and his little big brother get an artifact, or Constantine to send Damian back, roll credits. But, if you want angst...

A sequel from Tim's perspective. The best summer of little Timmy's life. He finally gets to experience what he's been following with his camera in the night. He gets to play family with a displaced superhero! There is someone to talk with, and teach him how to be extra sneaky and chase across the city at night with him. He protects him from thugs and patches up his wounds when he gets hurt. He teaches him how to cook and helps him with his homework, even though he doesn't actually need any help. Best of all, he lets him talk about ANYTHING! Even bat stuff, and he doesn't dismiss or ignore him when he talks too long or gets too excited. Damian treats him like a person, not even his parents do that.

Tim isn't dumb, and though it's sad, he knows he'll see his brother again one day. Damian wasn't so great at hiding that he was from the future, not an alternate dimension like he claimed. Damian looked too much like Bruce to be anything but a future Wayne child.

It's what helps get him through the rough early years as Robin. Gotham may need Batman to be a pillar of justice, but Tim needs Batman alive to father and raise the kind young man who was his first real family.

Ellie, Danny and Damian all end up on a case of dying/missing kids and discover some anti-vacc conspiracy nut is behind the disappearances.

Danny: Man, even ghosts know better than this shit and there's only, like, what three, ghost sicknesses that can be spread.

Ellie: Yeah, what the hell, Karen. Balto didn’t risk his life for people like you to take it all for granted. Do better.

Damian: Who is Balto?

Danny & Ellie: Le GHASP!

And thus Dami Dog Days was born. Where Ellie and Danny steal Damian and make him watch a dog film. Starting with Balto, Hachi, and of course Togo.

Which leads into other less true story dog movies. Like Homeward Bound, All Dogs go to Heaven and Oliver and Company. Obviously, the rest of the family clue in and occasionally join.

(DeadSerious) No rest for the Dead

After years of good and bad situations, Danny's life has settled into something he finds satisfactory. After escaping Amity, and all the pain that the GIW and his parents caused, Danny became dedicated to a new type of protection. He spent years helping Frostbite. He became overly invested while healing himself and his siblings. Dante took over as King Regent, and Ellie has her many adventures across the multiverse. Danny has been studying the health and healing of various species and entities. Now in his twenties, the anti-ecto acts have been discovered by the JL, and he can finally return to his home realm and work towards getting his human certificates.

One accidental medical rescue later places him on an advanced meta medical team working on the Watchtower. A healer among doctors. He is one of two young specialists to be still working to get their licenses. The two of them are referred to as 'Rich boy Res' and the 'Witch doctor'. With such a busy schedule, the two haven't met...Yet.

"Good job Nightingale, now get the hell off this satellite and rest before you kill someone." The head of kryptonian care dismissed.

"Or worse, bring something to life again." The nurse chimes in.

"Yeah, yeah." Danny mumbles as he makes his way to the staffroom to retrieve his belongings.

Thankfully, Dante had volunteered to come pick him up after hearing just how long of a week his little brother had had. Between the advancement exams to fast-track his studies, his various arguments with the observants over diplomacy with his mortal realm, and a JL crisis that left a large amount of heroes in need of tending, Danny hadn't gotten a wink of sleep in eight days. Which would have been lethal if he wasn't already halfway dead. Even as it is he was pushing it.

Point is he was borderline delirious with exhaustion, which is his only defense for what happens.

Danny floats up and sprawls himself over his big brother's back, tucking his head into the larger man's neck. He never did catch up to Dante in height or muscle.

"Take me to bed.. or to the grave, I honestly don't even care right now." He groaned into Dante's ear, clinging to consciousness with a thread.

Dante was super stiff under him and didn't even try to toss him across the room. Not even a snarky response about ending him in his sleep. Danny didn't fully register that something was wrong until he chirped, reaching out to try and reassure Dante that he was okay and check in on his brothers core. Only to not find another core or subvocal response.

The first thing he noticed was not the man under him, but the stares of the various nurses and medical staff lingering in the break room. Most look shocked, amused or a measure of both.

When he finally turned his attention to the still figure under him, he realized with horrifying clarity this man was not Dante. They may have very similar bulky builds and exude a grumpy air but this man was definitely not his brother. Which is what he said as soon as the thought occurred.

"You're not my brother... Wow, your eyes are really pretty." Danny mumbled, still draped over the man practically in his face.

The moment only broke when Dantes core chirped out to him from the entrance and Danny was slammed full force into wakefulness at the relization of what was going on.

With the shock, he phased through the not Dante and nearly face planted before spinning on his unsteady feet and flying into his brother’s chest.

Dante, for his part, just cackled before tossing his stupid tired sibling over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"One package of dumbass retrieved. Later bitches!" He called out as he carried Danny to the zeta tubes and their haunt beyond.

"Jazz is gonna love this." He continued to laugh.

Allergic to Love

Danny: So I was thinking of inviting Kon to the Halloween dance.

Tucker/Sam/Jazz at the same time: You can't date Superboy!

Danny: What?! Uh who said- OK maybe I'd consider... Wait, why can't I date him?

Tucker, mildly sarcastic: Dude's allergic to ghost salt, how you gonna live with someone that white?

Jazz, le casual call out: You can't date him cause Robin is in love with him, and I'm pretty sure it's a little reciprocated.

Sam, pointing at Jazz: THAT, plus isn't he allergic to YOU? That would totally kill any romance going on.

Danny staring at Sam: Explain.

Sam: Well, sometimes when Kon isn't looking, Rob will stare longingly-

Danny: NO, I... looking back, I can totally see it. Honestly good for them it could be cute, sorta ship it. The OTHER thing.

Sam: Well he's allergic to a form of ectoplasm right?...

Danny: well I mean sort of. Kryptonite is more than just solidified ectoplasm. It's mixed with other minerals from Krypton.

Sam: Which we know the supers aren't allergic to because other surviving remnants of krypton are kept in that "secret" fortress thing they have and visit frequently. Plus other forms of krypton minerals such as meteors don't give them trouble unless Kryptonite is inside. Ergo, they are allergic to the ectoplasm part of it...

Danny: Huh, that.. that's likely.

Sam: And you are MADE out of ectoplasm. Especially when in your Phantom form... So one bad fight or too sloppy a kiss and that boy would be GONE.

Danny: What, but... Have I not been injured around Superboy before? Am...Am I an allergy?

Jazz & Tucker:... I mean nothing she said was WRONG... it doesn't FEEL right but...

Danny: Only one way to find out.

Danny, busting into the YJ hideout: Kon! I need to bleed on you! For science!

Danny made the mistake of letting Dick go through the musicals. He went through Hamilton and Dr. Doolittle before finding Into the Woods.

Now, any time anything remotely inconvenient happens, the drama king belts out. 'AGONY!'

When the youngest heroes have a bad day, Damian, Jon, and Ellie build a blanket fort and watch the Iron Giant.

It quickly becomes to Damian what Lelo and Stitch is to Kon. A cute comfort movie that shows him that no mater what one is built from or designed to do, love and kindness can prevail.

Even an unfeeling murder robot can learn empathy and be herald as a hero.

Jon likes it because it shows him how far the influence of heroics reaches. It also doesn't hurt that the iron giant looks up to his dad, and he loves his Dad.

Ellie's plan to get them into the idea of mech building has worked. Technus, Skulker and the three gremlins spend a few months building and programming a mini iron giant replica. They then decide to bring it out the next time there is a world crisis.

It works, but is damaged beyond repair.

When life is stressful Jason and Dante watch the John Whick series.

They count headshots and revel in the peace of someone else's violence.

They like to watch violent movies to reaclimate them selves to reality after hard cases. Especially when the violence is warranted.

Jason: Not going to lie, sometimes I wish someone loved me as much as John loved that dog.

Dante: When I lost my family, I killed the Justice League and waged war in my universe until there was nothing left... Then I slid into this realm to rage some more.

Jason: DAM DANIEL!

Dante: It took me a literal century of therapy and emotional redirection to calm enough to be trusted outside of the infinite realms.

Jason: That’s...Intense.

Dante: Well, we are beings made of emotion. I literally had to regrow a human body to remember more than sorrow fuled rage. After everything, I've discovered that peace is worth waiting for.

Jason: uncomfortable grunt. Geeze, don't turn this into some therapy session. Just let me watch my murder movie in peace.

After a really bad mission where the batbros are all at each others throats, Danny decides to intervene via movie night. The movie? Onward.

When the spell starts to wear off and Ian recalls all the times that Barley stepped up as a father figure the bats nearly break. All of them have shit to talk through with Dick.

Many hugs and hidden tears.

Tim: It really messed me up when you replaced me and didn't listen to me about the whole Bruce isn't dead thing. Cause you were the first adult I ever really trusted wholeheartedly, and at our worst it felt like you betrayed me to...

Jayson: I really relate to Barley. I got the dad you all wanted. Then shit hit the fan and... I miss when I trusted B, when I knew that he loved me. You, you really made me realize what unconditional love was worth. I guess your pestering was what I really needed in the end. Thanks for being you... stop crying on me.

Damian: You are a sufficient parental replacement. I appreciate all that you have done for me. I will allow a maximum of five minutes for physical affection.

White Boy Weakness

Danny, busting in the door after his first encounter with a kryptonite weilding egg head: You guys are NEVER gonna believe what I just found out!

Dante: grunts in IDGAF

Ellie: Whatever it is has gotta be better than homework.

Jazz: With this family, I'll believe anything.

Danny trying hard not to laugh: So you know that rock the supers are allergic to?... It's mineralized ectoplasm! So we were having this big ol fight with this bald fruitloop, and he's getting his butt kicked. Totally thwarted his plans. So he goes all todlers in tiaras and throws a huge hissy fit, like full on 'you will rue the day!' And WHAT does he pull out when Superboy goes to arrest him? This lil chunk of Kryptonite. Which smells amazing, by the way. He's holding it out like the world's greenest crucifix, and Soupie Boi hits the ground HARD.

Dante: Nodding in partial attention.

Jazz: Oh no poor Superboy! Is he okay now?

Ellie: My mischief senses are tingling. What did you do?

Danny: He's fine now Jazz... In my defense. I was high on adrenaline, and Superboy was down and getting worse by the second, so I had to act fast, and did I mention that Kryptonite smells really good? Like, REALLY good. Also, I sorta missed lunch, so I was hungry, hangry really...

Dante shrugging: You're not yourself when you're hungry.

Jazz: No, please tell me you didn't.

Ellie vibrating in anticipation: Please tell me you DID!

Danny: Yeah, I gave that crystal the ol chomp chomp. And the fruitloop went whomp whomp.

Dante: laughing in supportive older alter.

Jazz: DANNY NO!!

Ellie: Danny YES!

Danny: Bwahahaha you should have seen the look on his face! The dude's eyebrows practically became a toupé! There was like a full ten seconds of eye contact where half his hand was in my mouth! It took a flash of fang for him to decide his fingers were worth more than the rock.

Dante: So what's it taste like?

Ellie reading over Jazz's shoulder while she looks up Kryptonite and its effects when ingested: Yeah! Cause it looks like it should taste like electric lime or the most bitter apple that's ever existed.

Danny: Honestly, sorta like MSG, but with a little spicy kick to it. Ten outta ten, would try again. Hmm you think we could grate it down and use it as seasoning?

Dante: That would be the most expensive and extravagant way to season a steak... We should do it.

Ellie: WAIT! Doesn't this officially make the Supers too white for ghost spice?

Danny: oof, I don't know if I can keep hanging out with someone too white for ghost salt.

Jazz: Be nice! They can't help their allergies. Also, Danny, lab. I want to take a few readings to be sure you haven't gotten BooPoisioning or something.

Ellie practically abducts Kon and Bizaro for what she calls Clone Night. She puts on Clone Wars 99 (aka Bad Batch), and they do self care. Picture it, tiny but mighty lil Ellie, painting Bizarro's nails. All while trying to convince Kon that attacking your template is free therapy.

Ellie: All I'm saying is that they've missed HOW many child support payments? And also, at least ONE of them is invulnerable, right?

Bizarro: Arrrm Humm.

Ellie: Let that boy of yours get you that Lex funded Black card. And for ancient's sake, throw a fist or two Kal's way.

Kon: Ugghh, but sparring is like homework, why would I do it voluntarily?

Ellie: Who said anything about sparring? Nuh uh, needs to be random without warning... And don’t be afraid to fight dirty. Next time you feel shitty for existing, you stalk that temp down and give him a big ol bite!

Bizarro: Whack! Chomp!

Ellie: Yeah all like 'Them's the birthing pains bitch!' Smack! BAM!

Ghost went down to Georgia

When the Hellblazer got stuck with a young teen after an unconventional 'Internship', he didn't think it would end this way. With him on the brink of death with a demon prince not so patiently pacing the border of his warding circle. Somehow, he knows that he wouldn't want his end to be any other way as he watches his rescued boy crouch beside him. The sweet little brat, crying over his tainted life, whole again and back in his human form. His innocent little spook, always looking on the bright side, telling him it'll be okay. He never did get around to admitting that not even the ghost king could overrule the pacts on his soul. Even so, he watches as his kid shifts into the star crowned being of balance. The form the kid poorly hid for many months before everything started to go wrong.

John never managed to pick up ghostspeak, even with Danny there to teach him. Too much feelings involved, never enough alcohol around to try and speak with emotions. As he starts to slip into his last sleep, though, he swears he can hear Danny calling out. It sounds echoed, overlaying the sounds of cracking ice, a sound that commands attention and instills fear all at the same time.

"I'll bet a fiddle of gold against his soul."

Danny Nightingale, King of Ghosts, The Great One, Balance between Life and Death, Magic Apprentice to the Hellblazer, Owner of the Devil's Golden Fiddle? Weirder things have happened.