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Soul mates are rare, even in universes where Soul marks exist, a majority will never meet their soulmate.

Danny falls out of the now active portal with a strange mark directly over his heart, a skeletal bird.

Years have passed by, and the ecto-acts were never repelled. Time has gone by, and Danny’s Jason's husband.

Jason, friends and the family have noticed that Danny isn’t human but don’t bring it up because Danny seems terrified every time the subject seems to be about to be brought up (Yes, even Bruce wasn't able to question Danny. How would he? He tried to bring it up once and he was sure Danny was going to faint right then and there).

Danny has some health issues. Fatigue, muscle pain, random dizziness, fevers that seem to come out of nowhere. Apparently it is a chronic issues, since Jason caught Danny taking some red pills early in their marriage. Jason didn’t recognize the medicine's name, something Blossom, so he imagined it was something specific to his species.

Becoming a halfa rendered Danny sterile. When he first found out about this, Danny didn't really care much. I mean, he was a teenager/young adult, so he wasn't exactly thinking about kids. But now, as he's older, he's a bit sad. He knows he has other options, adopting kids, or marrying someone with with kids, he could still be a dad, but a small part of him can't help but still feel sad, can't help but still want a biological kid.

And then he was presented with an opportunity. After crashing a new pop up cloning lab with the rest of the Justice League, Phantom stumbles upon the only stable pod. Inside, is a little baby with sparkling white hair, and a small, stable, baby ghost core. The moment Phantom holds them, hes smitten, chirping and cooing over the delicate little bundle in his arms, all but melted when they reached out to grasp his fingers.

The only problem was, this clone had the DNA of another hero, another hero also had claim to this baby, but Phantom wasn't sure he'd be willing to give the baby up.

Basically: Sterile Phantom wants kids but knows it can't really happen. He works with the Justice League and one day finds a clone made using his and [hero of your choosing]'s DNA, and Phantom fears how the other "parent" will react.

Danny would obviously get primary custody in that case; being the only living genetic donor; but he'd probably also share with/get roped into the family of the other hero so they have plenty of visitation time with this little echo of their loved one.

A week later Batman is in the replies, the Justice League has issued a public statement on Twitter, a mayor accidentally confesses to illegal cloning, ghosts discover Call of Duty, and the internet is trying to figure out why the dead fourteen-year-old apparently has children older than him. Somehow leading to a custody battle breaking out between Batman, the suspicious mayor, and a ghost prison warden.

No one gets answers. Everyone gets emotional damage.

Or,

I really enjoyed making a social media fic last time, so I decided to write another one. (Chapter 2 is the transcript)

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Dan: Why?

Danny: Well, for one thing, you totaled the Specter Speeder, which Mom and Dad are going to kill you for, and two, the group of people surrounding our crash landing.

Dan: Oh yeah, I also feel uncomfortable with how much spandex they are wearing. Do you think we landed in a weird sex cult?

Danny: If we did, you have to protect me. They do weird things to virgins.

Dan: Ill set the Specter to self-destruct with us in it, if it come to it.

Danny: Thank you

Clark hearing everything they are saying: Okay guys we are all going to have to back up a bit. We're scaring the alien children.

Bruce: Children? There are children in there?

Hal: Yes. My ring confirmed it during the last scan. Looks like twins from the Infinite Realms, a sector really far from our galaxy. They are the equivalent of 14-

AKA "Ghosts feed on emotions. The stronger, the better. Danny quickly realizes this also applies to pain. He becomes a nurse at Dr. Leslie Thompkins' clinic. Enter: the Wayne Family Dilemma." DPxDC prompt idea!

Okay, so, Danny hadn't really intended to work at Dr. Leslie Thompkins' free clinic as a nurse. He even applied for the job; he was helping somebody else who'd gotten mugged get to the free clinic and Dr. Thompkins stopped him, asked, "You're a nurse?" And he was hired. It turns out, nobody wanted to work for Dr. Thompkins because it was a crime-ridden hotspot: Crime Alley.

Danny doesn't even really realize what's happening until a patient with a GSW comes into clinic, yelling and bloody, and Danny's nitrile touch calms him enough that he doesn't even need morphine. A haphazard surgery later and Danny's fully satisfied - he doesn't even need to eat dinner because he feels like he's two minutes away from a food coma.

That's where the rumor starts. The free clinic has good drugs. Not fentanyl, oxycodone, dilaudid, or ketamine. Something better that has no side effects and totally erases every pain - as little as a sore throat to chronic pain that doctors have said there's no cure for. It becomes so well known that Dr. Thompkins' clinic is a huge target and a certain batfamily has to stake out the place to dissuade criminals.

Enter: Dick Grayson, former BPD officer with chronic leg pain after being shot in the leg. Jason "Totally Not A Crime Lord" Todd whose extensive burns affect the right side of his body. Barbara Gordon, Gotham librarian whose spinal injury causes phantom pain.

...

"Y'know, I never hear you whistle." Red Robin froze, holding still on the rooftop.

There'd been no warning before the voice spoke up, no shift of gravel as footsteps approached, no displacement of air to signify a flier. Just... one moment, Tim was alone on the rooftop, listening as his family communicated in that secret language that he was excluded from. The next, someone was behind him.

It took him a moment to decide what to do, before shifting so he'd be half-facing the potential assailant.

"Which is weird, since all the others do." There was a man floating, cross-legged, over the roof. "What do they mean, by the way?"

Tim stared at the man, potentially an alien - there were no humans with eyes like that, without some serious mutations. Even then, Tim has only seen aliens with eyes like that. The green seemed to draw Tim in, like a moth to flame - unlike a moth, however, Tim had the intelligence to know fire burned.

He glanced back the way he'd been staring at another whistle, but it wasn't one he recognized through trial and error as a call of danger. "Batman doesn't appreciate having metas in Gotham, particularly ones with such... distinct fashion." Tim gave the man a once over, clearly indicating the superhero-esque uniform the other wore.

"Ah, well, good thing I'm not a meta, then." The other shrugged, lounging backwards with his arms propped as if he were sitting cross-legged on the ground instead of the air, with his hands holding him up. "Can't do anything about my fashion choices, though, unfortunately." There was a bitter amusement written across the alien's(?) face, before it faded back into curiosity, "you didn't answer my question. What do the whistles mean?"

Bruce: ....Yes, of course. How much?

Danny: Oh, whatever you can spare. *setting down a portable shining bench* Please put your feet here.

Bruce: Of course. Have you been doing this long?

Danny: a couple of weeks. I'm getting really good at it.

Bruce: You are. These look brand new. *hands him a $ 100 bill*

Danny: Wow! Thank you!

Bruce: Of course. Do you have a safe place to sleep?

Danny: Nope.

Bruce: .....would you like one?

Danny: Sure!

Bruce: Really?

Danny: Yeah, if you're offering!

Bruce: Its never been this easy before....somethings off. Aren't you the less bit wary of me?

Danny: Nah, I can sense people's intentions. You're not a creep trying to get a kid to a second location. You just want to give me a safe place off the streets.

Bruce: .....Are you a Meta?

Danny: I don't belive in organized religion.

Bruce: That's not....you know what, nevermind. Have you had something to eat?

Danny: I found a half finished donut in the trash earlier.

Bruce: Oh. No. Let's get you some dinner.

DPXMCXDC

Portals have been popping up all over the DCU for the past 3 days. So far nothing has come through, just glimpses of alternate realities seen beyond the shimmering circles. Anyone or thing that has attempted to come through has been quickly turned around back through where they belong.

Until the final round of portals where portals were flashing into and out of existence faster than anyone could react. Not much made it through and most was contained and dealt with by the JL. Many confused civilians having to start over in a new universe after being trapped in the DCU. A few stranded military or heros waiting to be sent back or integrate with the JL and a total of 3 villains/monsters who are in holding for full profiles before return attempts.

In a dark alley in the depth of Gotham two de-aged displaced boys trauma bond after being dumped through a portal. What are two under supervised hyper intelligent kids to do in the same dark city? Bring a little bit of chaos and joy, that's what.

After building multiple unworldy creations for themselves and the rest of Park Row they decide to build a Gotham based social media cite. It starts out as a warning system for roug attacks. Then they add in picture and video upload capabilities... memes and chaos ensues.

Next thing they know they both share a GothTok account, SpiderBoo where they share videos from patrols or random hijinks.

Their most viral video is them both being gremlins in Gotham while singing:

Phantom&Spiderman on the top of WE: Name a more iconic dueo than A GHOST AND A SPIDER

Phantom inside and empty Arkham cell: A Ghost

Spiderman, sticking to the side of the clock tower: and A Spider.

Phantom, hovering within the cloud lit up by the bat signal: A Ghost

Spiderman, upside down under a brooding Bat: and A Spider

Both swinging/flying between Gotham skyscrapers: A GHOST and A SPIDER!

~-~-~

It's all fun and games. Spiderman has a series where he shows off his flips and acrobatics for fun. Phantom has his space hour series where he talks everything space, stars and aero space engineering.

They build mind boggling contraptions on the cheap for Crime alley locals. Like space heaters and water purifiers. They literally light up the streets with independent generators powered by ecto. They build busy bots that help clear debris after attacks and gang wars, and floating blob bots that help filter the air.

They patrol the day shift with Signal, and sometimes hang out with Red Hood. The only vigilantes they accept and don't avoid. They take turns pranking and teasing Robin both on patrol and online with their GothTok.

When Danny left the vigilante life to become a paramedic in Gotham he didn't think he'd ever step back into that scene. Much less in this way, because now Danny has Robin riding along with him in the ambulance every shift he's on. 

He didn't think Robin would even remember him after he had helped the kid take care of a hurt and sick kitten at the end of his shift. How wrong he was though because the next night Robin was suddenly in the ambulance saying that he would be shadowing Danny from this point forward. Danny's coworkers were also no help in getting the kid to not do this. 

Robin called this an intern opportunity to learn more about medicine and how to treat people. Danny called it a HIPPA violation. What he thought doesn't seem to matter though as everyone is always just excited to talk to the kid. He ultimately decides to just let it go and be the unwilling mentor to the young vigilante. 

Too hot? Take off clothes

Still too cold? Use blanket.

Still too hot? Take off your undies.

Still too cold? Light a fire.

Alfred: Right away sir.

Bruce: Hang on son.

Barbara from the Bat- computer screen: Is he going to be alright?

Bruce: Yes, once we get him some blood.

Barbara: Do you think he can give a description of the ghost he was fighting? I can start tracking him down so the others can avenge Damian.

Bruce: Let me check. Dami? What did that ghost look like?

Damian in a slurring voice: Sexy. White hair. Green eyes. Sexy

Bruce: It's no good. He's delirious.

Barbara typing rapidly: No, no, no. That's a good description. According to Amity Park's Top 10 Sexy Ghosts, we might be looking for number 1: Danny Phantom.

Bruce: Why the hell does a list like that exist?

Barbara: You shouldn't be surprised by what's on the internet, Bruce. Show Damian this picture to see if that's the right one.

Bruce: Damian, who is this? *holds up tablet with blurry image of Phantom*

Damian points to it: ITS SEXY!

Barbara: Okay, we got our target. I'll start tracking him.

Damian slurring: We'll have a Autum wedding.

Bruce: Barbara I don't mean to rush you but I need this ghost to be killed as soon as possible.

Damian: I'm gonna be the father of his children

Bruce darkly: He needs to die before daybreak, Barbara.

One dutifully accepts its purpose and carries out its mission without question. The other is deeply conflicted and constantly struggles against the loss of their own autonomy.

One was discarded but took it upon itself to succeed where a chosen vessel had failed. The other was forced into their role with no way of backing out, while a chosen vessel was carelessly cast aside.

One wields darkness against light. The other wields light against darkness.

"Bad bad bad," Rocky declared emphatically, rolling around in his glorified snow globe of anarchism at a speed akin to a gerbil stuck in a ball.

"Bad." Danny agreed with a grimace, thick leather gloves hesitating over the prone body. "I don't know what this is— is this acid?" He grimaced, finally pulling down his rebreather enough to catch a whiff of what must've been sulfurous battery acid.

"Oh yuck, that is definitely not for humans." The teacher almost immediately snapped back on the filtered mask, shaking his head like a wet dog to try to unclog his sinuses.

"Put in airlock, question?"

"Rocky!" Danny said, aghast at his friend's suggestion. "Why would we kill him? I know we've broke Ancients know how many laws up here, but I draw the line at murder—"

Rocky shook his balled claw in what Danny associated with irritation at their (somewhat often) translation and cultural barriers. "No. You stupid, statement." Ouch. Friendly fire here.

"Put Other Human in airlock for decontaminating."

Danny had to stop himself from cupping his chin in thought. He'd already touched his mask with his cursed Mountain Dew acid fingers, and he'd rather not smear it on his face. He gave a nod, before awkwardly hauling the man (?) limply towards the airlock by his armpits.

He preferred to keep most of the equipment and space as sterile as possible, partially due to Rocky harping on him like space's pickiest impromptu roommate, and partially because of general lab cleanliness standards (at least ones he hadn't discarded yet).

But. About the, you know, big, goo-covered person at the center of all of their issues currently.

He was mostly unresponsive, minus some occasional grunts and light thrashes, eyes moving underneath their eyelids. Armando had declared that, minus some heightened brain functions, some bones that needed to be reset and gnarly burns, he was... okay, stable, for the moment.

The biggest thing would be infections and Ye Unknown Somewhat Gelatinous Substance he was coated in. He'd already taken samples (obviously), but he'd best describe it as a toxic, danger-green colored snot mixed with sparkling water. It dripped and kind of sizzled, but was still somewhat slimy.

"This is going to be such a pain to clean off my Ecto-Suit." Danny mumbled, having grabbed the meager basin of water and the most disinfectant or "gentler" cleaning supplies he could find.

"Yes yes," Rocky modulated, "Save Other Human first, complain later."

"Thanks for your aid as always, Rocky." Danny replied, dryly, beginning to wash off the substance and wipe away any residue with towels and his supplies. It was grimy and pretty intimate work for a stranger, Rocky observing and fiddling with something in the corner of the airlock.

"I dunno, it's just nice to see a human after so long. Even they're, y'know."

"Half-dead, question?"

The teacher worried his bottom lip with his slightly pointed teeth, protected hand coming to try to remove Ye Unknown Substance that had crusted in their scalp. Danny felt another pang of sympathy— he'd probably claw off his skin if it was anywhere near his hair.

"I'm not so bothered by their injuries rather than his floating-in-the-middle-of-space situation."

Danny wondered, in this moment, what Val and Tucker would be doing differently. The emptiness of pilot and Captain Gray and mechanic Foley would and had haunted this mission.

Lost in his musings and the almost monotonous task, he didn't notice their eyes fluttering and hands moving until it was too late.

He let out a girlish shriek as he was shoved into the airlock wall, Ecto-Suit digging in hard enough where he yelped at the impact and the hands shoving him and gripping his face.

Rocky, predictably, had launched himself in his xenonite ball, ready to body-slam the human off of Danny. Main issue is that xenonite was hard and Rocky was almost 400 freakin' pounds and could easily hurt this human more.

"Whoa there, cowboy! You're okay. We're safe here." Danny tried to shift his shock and alarm into a tone that was supposed to be soothing but probably came off much different.

There was almost a subvocal growl as he felt their calloused fingers dig into his un-helmeted cheek and jaw, a not-so-subtle threat. "Are you apart of the LOA?"

His— Danny would call them a he for now— voice was raspy with disuse, but somewhat deep, glowering and sultry.

"I swear on my left kidney, I'm a teacher and biochemist. I don't even like librarians, their glasses and glares put the fear of God into me." Danny assured, and babbled a bit, hands still raised in surrender from where he was getting partially straddled by (Less) Goo Covered Burn Man.

"What— what the fuck are you talking about?"

"Wait, what are you talking about?"

Danny can see their teeth and features, now that they're practically pressed together in something cosy if it wasn't for, you know, everything else. He's... undeniably handsome, built like a fucking wall, with what must be black hair and unearthly green eyes. Even with the burns and general crazed animal look, he has this dark tug of danger that surrounds him. Danny's mouth went dry, and not just with fear.

"The... Librarians of American?"

"The League of Assassins." The man hissed, fingers pressing harder. Danny leaned further into the wall, ignoring the zings of pain up his spine. He was, unwisely, going to comment on how comically evil that named sounded, but Rocky saved him finally.

Rolling forward a bit, he tilted his carapace up towards Human Goo Man. "What is League of Assassin, question?"

His head jerked towards Rocky, eyes widening and a strangled shout, shoving Danny away and scrambling to a corner. It seemed he had finally realized that there was... a rock alien in a ball behind him.

"What the fuck is that?"

Danny used this opening to fumble to his feet, pushing his nigh indestructible glasses back up his nose. "It's okay! It's Rocky. He's Rocky, what we call an Eridian."

There were some shuddering breaths and tense silence in the airlock as he let the A-L-I-E-N idea set in. Which... was a bit strange, because this guy was closer to Erid than Earth, but. Who knows.

All his years as a biochemical engineer and subsequently a teacher had never prepared to play referee to an rock alien Eridian and a somewhat crazed space man in Jabba the Hutt's acid reflux.

"Rocky is more likely to insult your mathematic prowess than eat your organs. I swear." He reassured, stepping to the side slightly to allow Goo Human to see Rocky but be able to prevent either of them charging at each other.

All I need is my red blanket and the confidence to start yelling toro, toro!, Danny thought sardonically.

"Yes yes yes. Human organs too soft and water-filled."

He let out a long-suffering sigh. Rocky would be no help in calming this guy down. Probably still too bristly at the idea of him being tackled and gripped like a fish. "Thank you again for that, Rock. Very helpful."

"Welcome." He answered, and Danny stopped himself from kicking his xenonite ball at the smugness he could detect in the Eridian's voice.

Danny still held his hands out like he was comforting a feral animal, and he saw the man glaring at him from underneath his lashes and caked hair. "Who are you?" He finally grit out.

No biggie. Just an intimidating, huge, probable-bite-risk, handsome maybe-human. Danny tugged down his rebreather, ignored the smell, and extended a Ecto-Suit hand to shake.

"I'm Danny. Danny Fenton."

Hesitation was thick in the air. He didn't take his hand, but he did step further out of the corner of the airlock. "Jason."

Jason. Very human name. A genuine smile spread across his lips. "It's nice to meet you, Jason."

It starts with Superman. At first, no one noticed, because Clark is always surrounded by adoring fans whenever he takes the time to interact with the civilians. He's used to people crowding around, begging for photos, autographs, and even handing him gifts.

Clark follows Bruce's suggestion to avoid autographs but allows selfies and accepts gifts. He tries to say yes only to kids, though, because he has a soft spot for them and doesn't trust the adults. After a normal save- a school bus almost fell off the edge of a bridge after three tires popped and the driver lost control- he was once again surrounded by children begging for his attention.

Gotham Academy has a ghost.

Not a metaphor. Not a rumor. An actual, documented, deeply annoying haunting that the staff refuses to acknowledge because “funding would be affected.”

Lights turn off in empty rooms. Lockers slam. Footsteps echo in halls that should be empty. Every few months, a student swears something whispered their name.

Most people cope by ignoring it.

Damian Wayne does not ignore threats.

He has a plan, a schedule, and exactly zero patience for supernatural interference in his education.

Then Danny Fenton transfers in.

And on his first day, the haunting… stops.

Not completely. Just around him.

Lights don’t flicker when he walks by. The cold spots vanish. The whispering goes quiet, like something just got told to behave.

Damian notices immediately.

“This is your doing,” he says.

Danny looks genuinely confused. “What is?”

“The disturbance.”

“What disturbance?”

Damian stares at him.

Danny shrugs. “I thought this school just had bad wiring.”

It gets worse from there.

Because Danny starts talking to empty rooms.

Not in a creepy way. In a casual, “hey, can you not do that right now?” kind of way.

Once, during study hall, a book flies off a shelf across the room.

Before anyone can react, Danny sighs.

“Dude, seriously? I’m trying to focus.”

The book… floats back.

Silently.

Gently.

The entire class freezes.

Danny flips a page in his notebook like nothing happened.

Damian changes tactics.

If this is a hostile entity, then Fenton is either controlling it or negotiating with it. Both are unacceptable variables.

So he follows him.

After hours. Empty halls. The kind of quiet Gotham only has right before something goes wrong.

Danny walks like he knows where he’s going.

He stops in front of an old, unused classroom. The door creaks open on its own.

“You gonna come out or what?” Danny says, leaning against the frame.

The temperature drops.

Something moves inside the room. Not visible. Just… present.

Damian reaches for a weapon.

Danny doesn’t.

“Yeah, I know,” Danny continues, softer now. “They’re loud. They don’t mean anything by it.”

The air shifts.

A desk scrapes across the floor.

Damian steps forward. “Fenton—”

“Hold on,” Danny says, not looking away from the empty space. “We’re talking.”

Talking.

To nothing.

Except it’s not nothing.

The presence in the room feels wrong. Old. Fractured. Like it’s been stuck here too long.

Danny tilts his head, listening.

“…Oh,” he says quietly. “That’s why.”

The tension eases. Just a little.

“What is it saying?” Damian demands.

Danny hesitates.

Then, “It doesn’t remember leaving.”

Silence.

Even the building seems to hold its breath.

Danny pushes off the doorframe and steps inside like this is normal, like this is safe.

“It’s not trying to hurt anyone,” he says. “It’s just… stuck. Keeps replaying the same stuff over and over.”

The air shifts again. Less sharp this time.

“Can you help it?” Damian asks, before he can stop himself.

Danny glances back, expression oddly serious.

“…Yeah,” he says. “I think so.”

He turns back to the empty room.

“Hey,” he says gently. “You don’t have to stay here.”

The lights flicker once.

Twice.

Then go still.

The cold fades.

The pressure lifts.

Whatever was there… is gone.

Danny exhales like he just finished something difficult.

“Okay,” he mutters. “That should do it.”

Damian stands in the doorway, trying to process.

“You exorcised it,” he says.

Danny winces. “I mean… not like that. I just helped it move on.”

“That is what exorcism is.”

“Yeah, but mine’s less… dramatic.”

Damian studies him.

This boy who walks into haunted rooms without fear. Who speaks to the dead like they’re just people having a bad day. Who treats something dangerous like it deserves patience instead of violence.

“…You are highly irregular,” Damian decides.

Danny grins, just a little tired. “Yeah, I get that a lot.”

The next day, Gotham Academy is quiet.

No flickering lights. No whispers. No slammed doors.

For the first time in years, the building feels… normal.

Students celebrate.

Teachers relax.

Damian watches Danny from across the room.

Because the ghost is gone.

But Danny?

Danny is still here.