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The Kryptonian Question

Finished: Part 1

Gaslit In Metropolis

Thank you @blizzard336 for the title!

WIP: Part 0.5 (idea post), Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (snippets),

- I'm working on part four now -

Prompt: DC x DP – “I’m Batman… the #\$%!@ Dark Knight!”

Danny Phantom somehow ends up in the DC Universe—specifically Gotham. Problem is, in his world, Batman’s a fictional comic book hero. So imagine the Batfam’s surprise when this strange meta teen shows up flying over rooftops, casually blasting powers—and muttering very specific, very bold lines like:

“I’m Batman. The mtherfin’ Dark Knight!" 

Apparently, it’s from a song he and his best friend Tucker used to blast while goofing off in their version of the Batcave (aka Tucker’s basement). Danny knows everything about the Batman mythos—from comic plot holes to fan theories—and isn't subtle about it. He treats Bruce like a cosplay icon and assumes Nightwing is way taller.

The Batfam hears him quoting the parody rap, is instantly suspicious, and decides to track him down. Is he mocking them? Is he a threat? Whoever he is and whatever he's doing they have to figure it out.

Bonus if:

- Danny keeps accidentally predicting DC canon events

- Tucker gets dragged into the chaos via hacked Batcomputer

- Jason hears a line and goes “...okay, I like him.”

- Danny has a Spotify playlist for the Gotham Universe, there are a couple songs you could use for this lol

- After all is said and done Danny shows the batfam the music video and everyone gangs on Bruce 

Someone please write this for me 🙏🏽❤️

Here's the YouTube video of the song 

https://youtu.be/_Uc4Qdk63A8?si=DAhTFR1Wqqn9kx7o

Handle With Care 

It was a simple mission—evacuate a burning building before the upper floors gave out. Danny had done it dozens of times. But this time? This time Superman was watching.

Danny floated up through the shattered window frame like it was nothing, flames licking around the edges of the room. His eyes scanned the smoke-filled hallway before he phased through the wall, lifting an unconscious man in his arms. Gently.

No, delicately.

He hovered back out of the building and landed beside a stunned EMT crew, cradling the man like he was made of glass. His fingers twitched slightly as he lowered him onto a stretcher.

Superman landed a second later, eyes narrowed.

“You good?” Clark asked, looking at the fire, then back at the boy—no, at Phantom.

Danny winced, shaking his hand out dramatically. “Yeah. Sorry. I might have dislocated the guy’s shoulder if I wasn’t careful. Still figuring out the muscle control thing.”

Superman’s brow furrowed.

Danny looked over to the next building. “You got the south stairwell?”

Clark nodded slowly, but didn’t move. His gaze drifted to where Danny gripped a doorknob to swing open a side entrance.

Danny paused—then exaggeratedly loosened his grip, twisting the knob with a featherlight touch like it might crumble in his hand. “Can’t be too careful. I broke a faucet yesterday. Whole sink came with it.”

He floated off again with an easy whoosh as he dove back into the flames.

Clark stared.

Still adjusting to his strength, he thought.

Too Fast To Phantom 

The League was sparring that afternoon, testing coordination drills in the Watchtower’s simulated urban training room. Clark wasn’t officially participating—just observing. And, okay, maybe analyzing Phantom’s every move like it was a science experiment.

Danny stood at the center of the simulation in his civvies, cracking his neck lazily.

“Speed and retrieval test,” Canary announced. “You’ve got 30 seconds to tag all five targets.”

Five light-pylons lit up around the simulation map—rooftops, fire escapes, street corners. The others had taken nearly a minute during warmups. Flash, of course, had cleared it in seven seconds.

Danny gave a low whistle. “So, tag and go?”

“Tag and go,” she confirmed.

“Cool.”

The moment the timer beeped, Danny vanished.

At least, that’s what it looked like.

Wind whipped past the observers' hair. A soda can flipped off the table. One by one, each pylon blinked green in rapid succession, leaving behind a flickering trail of motion blur and echoing footfalls.

Twenty seconds.

Danny reappeared near the finish line, hands on his hips, breathing like he hadn’t moved at all.

Clark blinked. “What… just happened?”

Barry whistled. “Yo. Did not know Casper Jr. had speed. I thought ghosts floated.”

Danny grinned. “Normally do. But sometimes you gotta stretch your legs, right?”

Clark stared at the monitor, reviewing the footage. “But how did you—?”

“I dunno,” Danny cut in. “Think the solar exposure’s syncing weird. Or maybe I just had a really good breakfast.”

Clark’s mouth opened. Then closed. He glanced at Barry, who shrugged like don’t look at me.

The last light blinked green.

“Twenty seconds?” Canary called. “Impressive.”

Danny mock-bowed. “Thank you, thank you. I’m here all week.”

Clark squinted at him.

Definitely faster than he should be. Not as fast as me but…

He needed more data.

Oops, My Bad—I’m Just Built Different

It started with a wall. As it usually does.

Specifically, it started when a mid-mission brawl sent Danny careening straight through it like a cannonball—except there was no crash. No debris. Just the sound of startled shouting on the other side.

Clark, flying overhead, blinked. He saw the trajectory, saw the kid hit solid reinforced concrete…

…and then not hit it.

Instead, Phantom zipped through it like a rumor.

The next thing anyone heard was Danny’s voice echoing from inside the building.

“I'm fine! The wall’s not, though—oh wait, never mind. Still up.”

The comms crackled. “How did you—did you phase through that?” Flash asked, bewildered.

“Noooo,” Danny said. “I just have great bones. Calcium levels off the charts.”

Flash choked. “That’s not how bones work.”

“I’m built different.”

Superman landed nearby just in time to watch Danny casually walk back through the same wall, unbothered, brushing drywall dust off his shoulders.

Clark stared at the untouched, solid wall, then looked back at him.

Danny offered an innocent smile. “Guess I’m just that durable.”

“You… didn't even crack the surface,” Clark said slowly.

Danny gasped. “You’re right! I should probably get that checked. Maybe I’ve got a mild density issue.”

“I think—” Clark began, frowning.

“Anyway!” Danny cut him off cheerfully. “Let’s go, Big Blue. People to rescue, property to dramatically not damage.”

Clark watched him float away, jaw twitching.

It didn’t look like teleportation. But it couldn’t be phasing like Flash thought—Kryptonians didn’t do that, but then again maybe he's a hybrid?

He narrowed his eyes. Something was off.

From behind, Batman spoke up without looking.

“He does that.”

“Does what?” Clark asked.

Batman didn’t answer.

———

*Later in the Watchtower*

The battle wasn’t over.

An energy cannon pivoted from across the simulated rooftop, auto-locking onto Danny’s chest. Robin shouted, “Phantom, move!”

Danny didn’t.

The blast hit dead-on.

A massive boom shook the rooftop as fire and smoke surged outward, consuming everything in its radius.

Kon and Robin dove for cover. Miss Martian raised a shield. Even Superman, from his perch, braced himself.

And then the dust settled.

Danny stood at the center of the blast zone. Unburned. Unbothered. Not even smoking.

He adjusted his gloves with the air of someone who’d just brushed past a gust of wind.

Kon blinked. “What—how—?”

Danny tilted his head. “That was cute.”

Robin whistled low. “You’re either suicidal or invincible.”

Danny gave him finger guns. “Why not both?”

Up in the booth, Clark leaned forward, expression unreadable.

He’d seen that before. That calm. That confidence. That invulnerability.

It was Kryptonian. Every inch of it.

He clenched his jaw.

Phantom was definitely Kryptonian.

And Clark Kent was going to prove it.