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A bit chilly out, isn't it?

kind of gory? Not in a violent way.

Danny felt cold.

Not his core cold, or winter cold, more like a “walking around without clothes cold”.

Skulker was right, at the end.

He got his pelt, and now…

Well, Danny was walking around without skin. Hence, the cold.

He wasn’t really worried, it would grow back like his missing organs did when the GIW emptied him out.

Long story short, Skulker was a bitch, he should probably find a way to stop dripping with blood (and possibly a coat) and try to figure out where he ended up after taking the wrong portal while escaping.

He was doing well at this point, he thought. The city he was in was gloomy and humid, which was nice since he was starting to dry out pretty fast.

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“What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck-“

Jason stared at the walking flayed guy who was taking a nice stroll around the block.

Every step he took left a matching bloody print, and he could see every single fiber of the muscles tense and relax.

The more he stared at it, the more he hated it.

He immediately reached for the coms.

“I fucking hate it, what the fuck-“

He heard the others connecting.

“Hood, everything alright?”

“Fuck no, oh my god, I’m not gonna be able to sleep anymore, that’s the most fucked up shit I ever saw my entire life, what the fuck”

“Hood, report. What’s going on?” 

“OH MY GOD!” Everybody heard Oracle almost shout from the coms “That’s ugh- I’m gonna throw up, that- ugh-”

“Right?!”

“Hood! Report right now!”

“It’s like-It’s like this guy, walking around without skin and-“

Hood looked down at it. It was looking back.

Even though danny got flayed, his hair is still there, connected to his skull so it is much more terrifying to see a person with no skin on, bloody hair everywhere sticky out like something straight out of a horror scene.

Red hood fucking pass the fuck out after seeing the flayed man suddenly appear 3 feet closer then before.

Danny thinks this dude has a concussion with how hard he passes out, hitting the floor that hard. He didn't want to touch him with his bloody, skinless hand, so he used a branch from a nearby tree.

"Hey, are you friends of this guy? I think he needs a hospital because he woke up early and passed out again." Danny said nonchalantly turning his head to the bats.

Danny pushed the cigarette between his lips, taking a long draw out of it.

What time was it? Four… five in the morning?

He exhaled, watching the smoke fill the air, relaxing with the smell of tobacco.

Everything was tinted in a blueish light, and with the sun coming out in an hour or so, he pulled his hood a little bit tighter.

The entrance of the abandoned church was the to-go meeting spot since he decided to become an informant, deciding that selling info was more profitable than a normal retail job.

Sure, he got paid on commission, but he didn’t need identification, an address, or a bank account.

He tried not to sell to criminals if he could, but sometimes it happened that the info he got wasn’t necessary to the bats, so…

He heard someone approaching, so he took a last draw from his cigarette and pressed it against the wall to put it off.

The familiar figure approached, and Danny smiled.

“Hood”

The man nodded, as they greeted each other.

“Hi Phantom, sorry for being late. Listen, I need some stuff and it’s kind of time-sensitive”

“Oh, shit man, sound serious”

“Yeah, don't tell me... I don’t know how you do it, but I heard that you know stuff about spirits and shit?”

Oh, fuck.

Danny has been in Gotham for the most part of two years, liking how there was enough ectoplasm in the air to keep him going, but not many ghosts around to annoy him every day.

If this was a ghost matter, and it was enough to worry the Red Hood, then peace was about to be broken.

“I know some stuff, what about it?”

“You do? Any chance you heard about the Infinite Realms?”

Dany shifted a bit, feeling the sudden weight of the invisible crown above his head.

“Sounds dangerous, doesn’t it? Why do you want to know about it?”

“A portal opened around here in Gotham and a fucking monster dragged my brother inside. If you know something, you have to help me. I’ll pay you”

Danny stayed silent for a bit.

On one side, he hated going in there. Too many memories, too many enemies…

But on the other side, a human was taken, and, well, at least he was going to get paid.

He inhaled deeply, taking out another cigarette.

Lines by: Tytach | @tytach

I never post, but I crave suffering.

Danny has been working for the JL for a while.

Specifically, not for the group as a whole, but popping up to help heroes with their individual rogues every once in a while.

None of them, when meeting him for the first time, really appreciated an unknown meta kid throwing himself into danger, but after a couple of times of that happening, they managed to speak to him calmly and find out about ghosts.

Not only ghosts, but their culture, the categories, and about obsessions.

That's how Phantom, the kid, explains to them that one of his obsessions is protection and why he tries to help the heroes. Apparently, his haunt rejected him, labeling him as a villain and forcing him to leave.

From that point on, the heroes try their best to make Phantom fulfill his obsession without getting him involved physically and risking things getting out of hand.

Batman, in particular, instructs him with jamming machines and electrical stuff by just... staying there, invisible.

One fateful night, something goes wrong, and Danny finds himself in the wrong place at the wrong time during a Scarecrow attack.

When the fear gas fills the air, Bruce watches as Phantom's invisibility turns off and he hits the ground, his muscles tense in what looks like the bad start of a seizure.

Batman can't help him, as they're surrounded, but as soon as the battle is over, he runs towards him.

Phantom's body is shaking violently, but he's not unconscious. His eyes are wide as he's throwing back his head, mouth gasping for air.

Then he hears it, a continuous whisper from the little air he manages to get:

["op was this. not about danny phantom / because if not: wild"]

Danny: What?! Of course, he's a vegetarian. Why wouldn't he? Halfas don't eat meat.

Tim: What?

Danny: We don't eat meat. It's a biology thing. Our bodies reject it because it conflicts with our energy consumption. Have you ever heard of a ghost eating a corpse? Of course not. Meat requires acids in the gut to break it down. Acids we don't have anymore.

Tim: But you eat meat. I've seen it.

Steph: Give Joker my period cramps from now on!

Ghost King!Danny: You know what? That one is on me. Done and you get another wish.

Barbara: Double mine and give it to him too!

Ghost King!Danny: I don't even know who this guy is but sure fuck em. I'll give you another wish.

Cassandra: *signs to do the same*

Ghost king!Danny: Say less. Does anyone else want to join?

Jason:

Tim:

Everything is all fine in Amity Park and it's all no thanks to the Justice League. Danny still felt a bit resentful about being one of the many to call for help to the JL, but was dismissed as a prankcaller. Even going as far as to blacklist him and some others who kept on trying to call for help.

In between talking to some of the ghosts in the realm and pondering about the JL, he just got a brilliant idea.

Why not be a villain? He didn't mean anything like killing or anything, but as long as you're on the other side of the law, anything goes, right? It could be as much as jaywalking or something, but no. This was something that was tame. HE WAS GOING TO BE PUBLIC MENACE NUMBER 1!

His plan was to disturb Batman, just as a petty move. For how long? Until he was bored.

Other than that, there was another goal. According to some of the ghosts he talked to, Joker was an attention seeker for Batman's affection, so what better way than to disturb Joker by disrupting Batman to pay attention to Dario the Plumber rather than the Joker?

Tucker was going to help with the technological aspects while Sam was looking for a target. None of them wants to do anything evil, but being public menaces? That's a dream come true for teenagers!

He flew over with his Sam and Tucker to support Gotham and was equipped with a small phone and an earphone to talk with them. On his chest, it was just a D—not DP anymore.

He held still as Sam drew a moustache with her eyeliner on his face.

"Done!" She said, capping her eyeliner before stepping back to look at her handiwork at his appearance. Dressed in a cap that had a D, a white shirt, with a black overall.

Sam is the one who plans who to attack. She hates the businesses that destroy the environment, and thanks to her background, she knows what business they are planning to start up next and knows how damaging it will be to the environment with their sketchy phrasing, so she tells Danny who to disrupt and where.

Tucker and Sam dress as Toads to indicate that they are his personal minions. Sam is a purple Toad, while Tucker is just putting on the normal red one

So imagine seeing a dude kick a dog on the street, and then a fake Mario and some Toads come up to beat them like this.

Dario increases his destruction that now the Daddy Bat came out rather than his kids, and now is entirely concentrated on him. When news broke out that Joker had escaped prison, between Joker and Dario, who would Batman chose?

Sam, Tucker, and Danny were all waiting in anticipation, and when Batman ended up delegating Joker to the Robins, the three of them cheered because they got the goal that they wanted: for Joker not to have his wishes of having Daddy Bat's attention on him.

Tucker monitored Joker's reactions online, screenshotting the ones he thought had the best faces. Of course, that was going to be shown later once Sam and Danny came back because he had no muscle, so he's the chair dude now.

As Mario could go through pipes, Danny would shapeshift to fit into pipes and travel that way.

The audio of Mario losing a life would sound out if Danny took a hit, and Danny knew that he had to pretend to lose his life. So he flickered in and out with invisibility and disappeared through the floor, only reappearing through a nearby pipe once more, complete with sound effect. This made the Bats weary of where he could appear.

Then, the most annoying of them all was the hilarious thing that the three of them could think of. Dario spoke in a bad Italian accent. Then Sam followed up with the screeching sound of the Toad's voice.

It irritated many people so much that it almost made Dario break character, especially with Tucker laughing behind the mic. Sam accompanied him on the scene, so she also had to hold in the laughter.

Joker was pissed off and confronted Dario at one point, going to the point of threatening him. But Danny just told him that 'Dario seems to be more important and better at being a villain than the Joker was', which made the Joker lash out, but of course, Dario has many lives.

He just tied up the Joker and brought him to Arkham Asylum himself, encountering the Bats just as he was about to leave.

He looked at them, then at the wrench in his hand.

"I can fix it!"

One of the bats (or maybe some) immediately started shouting at him that's a different franchise.

Part 1, Part 3

Damian did not breathe.

He could not breathe.

One was already enough. Now there was another?!

Damian unconsciously reached for the nearest point of safety. Tim looked at him as Damian pressed against his back, but didn't say anything.

The other being in the room unfurled the more it relaxed within the confines of the Batcave.

It chatted with his father, both of them calm and almost excited as they had a conversation over a case. His father did not react, even as a claw curled around his ankle and the horns of the demon grew over his head, points almost long enough to stab him in the eye.

Damian shuddered and did not look at his father, who stood so close to that other being.

The one who was dating his brother, Jazz, was still and silent, stretched out and curled around Jason. She leaned over him like a guardian, protective and haunting, as Damian's brother obliviously acted as normal. Her skinny, long form resembled a withered tree as her red hair scattered across the floor like a river of blood.

No one knew what he saw.

The eyes that followed them all.

The teeth that flashed and curled into leering smiles.

The shadows that curled around them, the limbs and tentacles that touched and explored everything.

The large, stretched out, elongated, broken bodies that took up space within the room like a black hole, absorbing all light and happiness.

Jazz was already so big and the other one was even bigger, like darkness incarnate.

Damian clutched at Tim tighter, tucking his face into his back.

"Damian?" His father called. "You haven't greeted Phantom."

"Or Jazz. Again," Jason deadpanned, sounding annoyed.

Jazz, with her deceptively sweet voice that contrasted sharply against her horrifying looks, said, "It's okay, Jason. Please don't yell at him again."

The other being was still. Its blooming edges began to sharpen like knives, twisting into points that could kill any of them at any moment. Jason did not see it, continuing to complain and gesture at Damian.

"I'm not gonna! He's being rude!"

Damian ground his teeth together. How could no one but him see the monsters in their home? The disgusting beings that so easily hid underneath their noses and masqueraded as humans? How could no one but him see the danger that they just allowed inside?

Suddenly, a dark claw entered his vision. Damian froze and stiffened.

If he looked too closely, he knew what would happen.

He would die.

The claw approached him and then tapped him on the nose. It did not feel sharp, but a hard shiver still shook his entire body as Damian grabbed at Tim, who jumped at the sudden grip. Damian kept his gaze down, terrified to look into the face of Death itself.

A gentle voice then filled his ears. Once again, it contrasted with the horrifying visage of the demon in the room.

Sam, Tucker, Danny, and Jazz all stood there in silence as they watched Lex Luthor battle against the Fentons, both sides in giant mechas.

The sound of metal creaking and destruction filled the air. The people around them had long since scattered, but were also situated farther away to watch the show.

Superman, from where he was floating in the air, was also watching the fight, looking a tad confused but also very entertained.

“… this is like that one anime,” Tucker said, staring at the metal robots punching each other dreamily. “With the mechas.”

“Neon Genesis Evangelion?” Sam said.

Danny replied, “Gundam.”

Jazz added, “Voltron, maybe?”

The other three hissed at her. “Don’t you dare mention that— that—! That horrible show!” Sam cried, shivering as she hugged herself.

Jazz sighed. “My bad. Pacific Rim, then? Or Transformers?”

“Sure, let’s go with that,” Danny said.

“Wow. Your parents are beating him up with the power of love,” Tucker said.

From a distance, Superman choked on his spit.

They didn’t notice and turned back to the fight, where the Fenton parents were pummeling Luthor’s machine suit, all while screaming insults at him through a microphone.

There was a lot of emphasis on him being lonely and loveless in said insults.

“This is the best day of my life,” Sam said, and everyone nodded.

@burgershopsammi I think I've seen someone else making the same (very good) point recently, and in the YEARS I've been playing Skyrim, it never hit me !

...anyways, now I'm in the middle of a 13-(small) page comic, sooooo... Thanks for the extra dose of brainworms !