Sleepy Ghost Reads

The Batfamily has a long-standing Christmas tradition: the List. With so many members in the family, it’s a necessity. Everyone writes down what they want (within reason, of course), and the list serves as the ultimate gift guide. It’s efficient, especially for such a big family, and it ensures no one ends up with seven pairs of socks or the same gadget twice.

Tim takes the list seriously. It’s his chance to ask for the small, thoughtful things he wouldn’t usually splurge on for himself. Things like:

New makeup brushes. His old ones are worn out and falling apart, and it’s not until he’s on a mission that requires cross-dressing that he realizes just how bad they’ve gotten. Having a new, high-quality set would make everything feel a little smoother—and maybe even a little fun.

Cozy hoodies. Between Wayne Enterprises business casual and his Robin gear, Tim rarely gets the chance to wear something soft and comforting. His favorite hoodies are all fraying at the edges, with loose threads on the pockets and fabric that’s stretched too thin. A fresh one would feel like a luxury.

A new game console. Tim is rarely ever not working, but on those rare days off, he realizes he doesn't have much to entertain him that's not work related, that doesn't require him to leave his nest. Plus, it’s a great way to connect with his siblings during low-stakes, playful nights.

Nice coffee cups or tumblers. His caffeine habits are legendary, but the chipped and mismatched mugs he uses don’t exactly scream "Tim Drake." A sleek, stylish tumbler or a high-quality ceramic mug would elevate the most important part of his day.

Random indulgences. Books, stationery, weighted blankets, maybe a nice figuring from his favorite movie, a cool gadget he wouldn’t think to buy himself—little things that spark joy and make him feel cared for, anything he knows his own parents would have never bought for him to help heal his inner child. He's never had the luxury of writing such lists before becoming a Wayne.

Tim doesn’t just take the list seriously for himself; he makes sure to go the extra mile for his family, too. He’s always had a knack for gift-giving, and he loves curating the perfect presents for his siblings. For Dick, it might be a rare vinyl of his favorite band. For Jason, an antique first-edition book he’d mentioned once in passing. For Damian, something handmade and unique, like a custom leather-bound sketchbook or a rare art supply. Tim remembers the little things—the throwaway comments, the subtle preferences—and builds his gifts around them, ensuring every box under the tree feels deeply personal.

But Christmas rolls around… and none of the thought Tim puts into his gifts is reflected in what he receives.

Instead, he gets tech. More tech. External hard drives, cables, chargers—things he already has backups for because, well, he’s Tim. He doesn’t need more, and he didn’t ask for more.

And the worst part? It’s not that they’re bad gifts. It’s that the family assumes they know him so well that they don’t even look at his list.

“Tim’s the tech guy,” they think. “Of course he’d want more tech.”

But he doesn’t.

He’s grateful, of course—Tim is always grateful—but there’s a hollowness that creeps in every year when he unwraps another stack of USB drives and ethernet cables. It’s not about the gifts themselves. It’s about the realization that the people he loves, the people who should know him best, don’t see him the way he wants to be seen.

In a way, it feels painfully familiar. Janet had always made sure his presents as a child reflected her vision for him, not what he actually wanted. New tailored suits instead of the hoodies or tees he longed for. Sleek, professional office stationery to replace his Robin-themed pens and notebooks. Vintage collectibles meant to sit on a shelf, collecting dust, instead of toys he could actually play with. The gifts always came with a message: who he should be, not who he was. And now, even with the bats, the gifts still feel like expectations—like they see him as "the tech guy" rather than Tim, with all his quiet wants and overlooked needs.

So, Tim starts dreading Christmas. Not because he doesn’t love his family or the season, but because it reminds him of how little they seem to notice the little things about him.

And maybe one year, he stops adding personal things to the list altogether. Maybe he starts asking for tech, just to avoid the disappointment.

I'd understand if there was no list and everyone just had to kinda guess, but Tim has a goddamned list.

What are they doing? Are they fucking stupid? If someone asks for socks, you don't wonder what to give them, you give them socks.

Did Tim's list get lost? Mixed up with someone elses? Did they completely ignore everyones lists or just Tim's? How do you fuck up a goddamned fucking list. All you have to do is follow the fucking list.

They say there are only two things certain in life: death and taxes. That’s why even the Joker doesn’t fuck with the IRS.

However, unfortunately for the Joker the other certainty is death and he has yet to pay his dues. Just like how he could only get away with tax evasion for so long, there are only so many times the Joker can dodge death.

Death is coming to collect, with interest.

And the Joker will have hell to pay.

~ A dark green cloud swirls over the city. From it, emerge three oppressive figures:

The one on the far left with flowing hair like white-hot fire. His vambraces made of (what appeared to be) molten glass stopped under his fingers, which then extend into into claws that seemed to drip lava. He had spiked obsidian pauldrons on his shoulders, fastening a luminous, stark-white cape to his shoulders. He wore a coronet of lightning and wielded a flail that appeared to be made of coal chains and a shrunken Red Giant star.

The second on the far right had a helm of dark iron wreathed in a plume of purple flame. His gauntlets and sword flamed with green hellfire. A pure black sheath seemingly made of void and a silver hunting horn were tied to his waist. He wore an armor forged of shadows and proofed with fear. He rode atop a mighty stead. An inky dark stallion with a curved horn and bat-like wings. His form was constantly slightly shifting depending on the angle which viewed him making him appear larger and more slippery than he was, enhancing his disquieting nature.

The third stood in the middle, smaller but no less terrifying than her companions. Her hair was wild with movement, only just visible because it appeared as if someone had bound the winds to her head. She wore a tiara made of storm clouds and pearls. She carried with her a spear, the shaft crafted of amazonite and the tip of a clear quartz, almost reminiscent of sea salt. At her hip lay a whip made of a restrained gale and a sea glass knife. She wore armor that appeared to be Greco-Roman in origin: a chest plate made of some sort of coral-like material and a battle skirt decorated with metallic bronze feathers.

They slowly descent on the city, bringing down a sense of power and dread. They paused at the top of Wayne Tower, where the city's vigilantes had all gathered in an attempt to create and feasible plan of action to discern what these beings want. The young woman in the middle speaks and the wind carries her voice. She is not loud but it the whole of Gotham hears her words.

"Greetings, Heroes of Gotham. It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Spirit, Princess and Head Diplomat of the Infinite Realms. This is Samhain, the Fright Knight, loyal knight to the king,” she gestured to her right before switching to her left “and this is Prince Wraith, current General in Chief of the Realms. We come to you as the King’s Guard and entourage. We have official business in your city and wish to civilly notify you of our presence. The King will be arriving shortly and your cooperation would be great fully received.”

Batman moved forward to shake her hand and address the situation.

“I’m afraid that we prefer not to have unknowns operating within the city. Would you be able to tell us what business you have here? Perhaps we could reach an agreement?” Batman tried to negotiate as politely as he could. He did not want to risk offending the evidently powerful beings.

Princess Spirit’s smile sharpened as she thrummed her finger against her knife. She spoke again with an unnervingly pleasant tone.

“It appears you do not understand. We are not asking for your permission.” Her grip around his hand tightened. “ We are informing you.” She finished releasing his hand.

Batman withdrew his aching hand and regarded her with the beginnings of a protest on his lips. She didn’t allow him to speak.

“ This is out of your jurisdiction Batman. This is a matter of the Realms and the Afterlife. Whatever worldly rules or morals you wish to impose on those who enter this city do not apply to us. We will do our best to work within them, so as to appease you and to attempt to maintain a friendly relationship but in the macrocosm of the multiverse and afterlives you have no official power over us. Additionally, we have direct permission to operate here however we see fit from the City Spirit herself, Lady Gotham.”

Batman’s shadow seemed to fluctuated. His and his teams shadows moved from beneath them, closer to the Princess. Lady Gotham, though not manifesting. Was making her presence and approval known. Batman could not deny what he was seeing. His team shifted uncomfortably behind him. He appealed to her once more.

“ I see that we can’t stop you. We don’t want to get in your way either. Could you at least tell us why you are here?”

She smiled as if telling a joke, “All will be revealed in time”

Suddenly, there was a loud noise that sounded like tearing fabric. The green clouds mixed with purples and blues and began to churn faster. The cyclone emitted a flashes of bright light. In unison all three of the King’s Guard lifted up from the roof and took place underneath the eye of the wind storm.

Spirit holds her spear aloft. With one swift, commanding move she slams the butt of her spear down, creating a platform out of solidified air.

Wraith bellows out smoke and ash onto the platform to discolor it. With ferocious and precise movements his claws to carve in a sigil, leaving a soft orange glow against the black and gray.

Samhain sheathes his sword and pulls his horn from his waist. He wills his dark stead to rear up as he blows the horn, letting out one loud prolonged cry.

The three warriors stand at attention and Princess Spirit calls the winds to project her voice once more.

“ Now introducing the Ruler of the Infinite Realms, High King of the In-Between, The Great One, The Benevolent King, The Peace Maker, The Guardian of Souls, The One with the Cloak of Stars and the Crown of Frozen Light, The Perfect Balance, Ancient of Space and Reality, The Infinite King: Phantom!”

With a flash of white light a figure appear in the center of the platform. Simultaneously, the three knights bow in reverence.

The King has arrived.

As the Heroes of Gotham regain clear vision they are met with a striking figure.

There stood a toned young man appearing both boyishly young, yet wisened and weathered. He had side swept hair the creeped to the bottom of his neck. His skin was pale with an icy blue tint. He opened his eyes to reveal they shone an electric green. Upon his head rest a crown made of a crystalline material, reminiscent of an aurora. He wore a navy blue cloak that had a rich purple hood lined with stark white fur. The underside displayed a shifting galaxy pattern. His under suit was the same midnight black as Samhain’s. He donned golden arm bands and a gold chest plate in style quite similar to Spirit’s. His hand were covered in snow white gauntlets that matched Wraith’s vambraces.

They all stood in awe, beholden to the almost divine figure.

The king sent them a gentle smile. It was warm and comforting yet sent a chill down their shoulders.

King Phantom began to fly down toward the center of the city, his entourage fell into step behind him. He hovered several hundred feet over Wayne tower and looked down at the city. He then spoke in a booming voice, his tone kind but commanding.

“ I humbly greet the Lady Gotham, her champions, and her citizens,” the shadows curled toward him appreciatively. “ I am grateful for your cooperation in our effort to rectify a great injustice. As High King of the Infinite Realms it is one of my duties to preside over the afterlife. To bring guidance, peace, and justice to the souls under my jurisdiction. Recently, it has been brought to my attention that there is a soul among you who has not only dodged death, but caused great strife to a vast number of souls who call for justice.”

On the roof of Wayne Enterprises Jason and Damian both stiffen, but remain firm in their gaze toward the king. The king looks out at the city and sparing them the quickest of glances. He continues onward.

“ The man formerly know as Jack Napier, now called The Joker. He has avoided death on many an occasion but his life should have ended moment he fell into a vat of chemicals. Since then he has sent hundreds more to the afterlife. He has long yet to pay his dues. That is why on the behalf of justice, restoring balance, and of my subjects I officially condemn Jack Napier.”

“Jack Napier, you have been allowed 24 hours turn yourself into our custody in order to be put on trial for your crimes in the Infinite Realms. Should you fail to turn youself in, we shall take that as an admission of guilt and acceptance to be punished for your actions. After the 24 hours are up, Samhain shall use his horn to summon The Hunt and we shall track you down.”

His gaze passed specifically over Red Hood, one of the Oracle’s drones, Nightwing, Signal, Red Robin, and Batman before he spoke his next words.

“All those souls who have been wronged by the Joker, both living and deceased, who wish to have a hand in their justice have been invited to join The Hunt if they so choose.”

The king lifted his hand, calling the swirling green clouds to his gather in his palm. The clouds swiftly rearranged themselves into a smokey timer hanging in the sky.

An impish smirk graced King Phantom’s face as he let out a malicious laugh and gave his final decree.

Please please please let the Bats join the Hunt. I want to see Jason, Damian, and Fright Knight team up. Dani encourages Tim and the others to raid the Joker’s warehouses with lots of explosives. Dan is keeping the other rogues in check while the Hunt goes on. Danny kidnapped Bruce and is making him attend tea time with Lady Gotham and himself on a floating platform in the sky, for all of Gotham to see.

His dramatic proclamation still ringing in the eyes and minds of all around them, King Phantom gave a nod to his Princess, and once more the platform reformed and approached the heroes. While his smile still held mischief and majesty, it had softened to something almost kind.

Jason and Damien, still remembering his words about escaping death and causing more, remained tense. They may be here to hunt the Joker, but that could be just because they already knew where the heroes were.

They’d already presented themselves without a trace of argument.

Batman shifted himself very firmly between them and their visitors. He wouldn’t let them be taken, given a choice or even a chance, but who knew if he’d had one?

All of the bats and birds were tense, both from what was probably one unkind remark from an invasion and the threat to their own. The unnatural swirling in the sky began to subside as the king approached once more, leaving just the usual Gotham smogs, but the heavy feeling of power in the air hadn’t changed.

King Phantom stretched, lacing his fingers and raising his arms back behind his head, cracking his neck.

“So! 24 hours. That leaves us some time to catch up,” he remarked cheerfully, rather a lot of the commanding and imperious tone vanishing. He was still loud, his voice still sure, but less… otherworldly.

It should have made him seem less menacing. It didn’t.

The bats tensed further, but no one expected Black Bat to suddenly land on the floating platform, hardly a foot from the king. Spoiler and Nightwing surged forward, startled, but Cass had already pulled her cowl off. Batman caught both by their elbows, but was still tensed to move if necessary.

None of their guests looked surprised to see her.

She squinted up at the king for a moment, as if her eyes could see anything the enhanced lenses couldn’t, and then looked over Wraith and Spirit. Then Spirit opened her arms and Cass tackled her around the shoulders.

The two women seemed to be wrestling, each twisting and climbing the other for prime position, but none of the king’s cohorts seemed surprised. Wraith simply sighed and shook his head, and the King chuckled.

“Y’know, I was almost hoping you wouldn’t actually remember that,” he said fondly, and princess and vigilante both paused to look at him as one.

Cass, one leg firmly hooked around the ghost princess’s shoulders even while her torso was being held upside down under an arm, shrugged.

“Not memory. Not clear.”

“She doesn’t have to remember her time in the realms to recognize our souls, Dad, sheesh,” Princess Spirit agreed with a roll of her eyes, her own formality completely falling away.

This time it was King Phantom who sighed, Wraith who chuckled.

“Good instincts,” the general noted, his gaze sliding from the women over to Jason and Damian with just a hint of a smirk, “better than theirs.”

Bats retensed. Cass stuck her finger in her mouth and wiggled it into Princess Spirit’s ear, and she squeaked in disgust.

“Hey! That’s cheating!”

King Phantom sighed again and gave Batman an almost sheepish smile.

“So… as you may have guessed, our daughters know each other.” It sounded like an understatement, except that Cass had already admitted it wasn’t so definite as a memory.

Still, no one could accuse Batman of being slow on the uptake. He nodded carefully, shifting himself and the two who’d nearly gone after Cass carefully more between Wraith and Jason and Damian.

“So it seems. Yet you expected her not to remember?” Carefully weighed, carefully balanced not to cause offence.

It had been the princess who told them they had no choice in this royal visit, who had been the first to flex her muscles. Seeing those official cadences drop should have been comforting.

It still wasn’t.

King Phantom’s eyes slid sideways too, and Jason stiffened, but the king seemed almost sad.

“It is one of the prices of rebirth,” the king explained, “not many can remember their time in the Infinite Realms.” He paused for a moment, head cocked curiously, and gave Bruce a more thoughtful look.

“We’ve gotten to know some of you rather well,” Wraith added, and while most of his attention remained on the king as the primary threat, Bruce was pretty sure he’d winked at him.

Acutely aware of his own time dead, Bruce projected his very best “Batman has never known fear nor anxiety nor even uncertainty” and nodded.

“Then I’m sure you can understand..” he began carefully, deciding that this was clearly the best time to bring up the matter of… well, Jason, Damien, Steph, and his own deaths.

He never got the rest of the sentence out, because that was when Cass and Spirit fell off the platform. And kept on falling.

Sighing heavily, the King gave a nod to Samhain, and the knight turned his steed down after them. This smile was definitely sheepish.

“Sorry. Dani’s a drama queen, she’d catch them before they hit anything, but she’ll also wait until the last minute.”

A new name.

“Dani?” Bruce asked, doing his best impression of someone who hadn’t been about to jump off the building after them. Cass had her grapple, but she also looked pretty busy trying to peel the princess out of her armour.

King Phantom rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly looking much younger.

That’s such a valid take bc you’re 100% correct having Knight Knight would be hilarious. Samhain would initially be attracted to how Batman inspires fear but stayed for the man dedicated to protecting people and helping children to things up Fright Knight, the spirit of Halloween’s, alley. They’d both soften each other up.

Cass and Ellie make such a fun duo I can’t decide if the their the best of gal pals or sapphic icons. I think they might be somewhere within the realm of queer platonic.

Just bc I wanna pair everyone up Dan and Damian were totally platonic ace-spec sword buddies. They liked to spar and are absolute menaces

Tragic Lovers DeadOnMain is iconic and I thank you for your contribution. Despite how mistrustful Jason might be about this situation you cannot tell me he wouldn’t be melting inside that he has the chance to be part of romance novel cliche with and incredibly powerful being that’s both respectful in showing his devotion and completely willing to facilitate the Joker’s murder and subsequent eternal damnation.

On the topic of which I did actually have a vague idea of how the bat fam would end up joining the hunt.

Basically the Joker would decide that he does in fact want to give himself up falsely thinking he might be able to take a plea deal for insanity. Several factions mobilize in order to keep him from doing so and guaranteeing his eternal punishment.

Shortly before the 24 hour mark is hit the Joker is made aware that he cannot take a plea deal, and he tries to book it out of Gotham. And that’s when Samhain will summon his ghostly Hunting Party complete with the spirits of everyone Jack Napier has fucked over (including anyone before he was Joker).

The king has invited living people to join the hunt as well so several ghost steeds go and gather all the people who have been craving revenge against the Joker. This includes:

Several bats but specifically Jason, Duke, Barbara, and Tim who all have specific does vendettas against him (Jason’s death, Duke’s parents, Barbara’s legs, an unsuccessful Joker Jr attempt for Tim)

Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy

The Gotham City General medical staff

Numerous civilians wielding household items as weapon

Scorned henchmen and Goonion reps

Some particularly vindictive, religious folk who are willing to do god’s work

This post comes from the Accidental Ghost Courting AU > HERE

Warning: Graphic Descriptions

One thing the other ghosts didn't tell Danny was the phases. The infatuation is strong but it happens so early in the courting that the other phases rarely have time to kick in before the bond is made.

So what comes after intense infatuation?

Obsession.

Not the cute or romantic kind.

The kind only ghosts had and were dangerous to humans.

Danny felt the first stirrings after spending the night at Tim's apartment. They ended up falling asleep on the couch mostly because Danny leaned on Tim's shoulder. Now he was resting on Tim's chest. But waking up the immediate thought that entered Danny's mind was to bite. Not in a cute nibble way. Danny wanted to take a bite out of Tim. To taste his blood and feel it run down his chin.

Danny wondered how perfect Tim would look when the light left his eyes.

Immediately Danny beat those thoughts with a bat back into the darkness. He would never want to see Tim hurt or dead.

What Danny didn't know was that courting was way more complicated than he thought. It doesn't follow human logic.

This mantis like behavior twisted Danny's thoughts.

Just looking at Tim caused them to return.

"I wish I could carve open his chest and crawl inside. Feel his warmth around me. I want to hold his heart in my hands." Danny thought.

Clockwork decided to give him the talk.

It wasn't that Danny wanted to kill Tim. Not at all.

It's just that ghosts are nebulous with blurred lines of their physical forms. Their energies mingle without physical touch. That's how they communicate on a deeper level. That was how Nocturne constantly told Clockwork that he loved him without saying a word. The more ancient the ghost the stronger the project was.

Danny's thoughts were just a projection of his desire to get closer to Tim.

Clockwork was still critical of Danny's choice to court a moral.

"The next stages only get worse. You must find a way to satisfy these urges and quickly. Your partner seems to be getting cold feet. He moves too slow."

Danny(internally): I wanna bite him so badly right now. Stay calm. He's a human. God, I wanna rip open his throat right now. A fight where we tear each other's limbs off would feel so good. I should head back to the ghost zone and find a challenger and release this extra energy.

If Lex Luthor had a penny for every single time he had to bail his younger sister out of trouble, he would be even richer than he currently was. When she called him up one sunny day, he should have known he was adding another penny to his fortune.

"Hi, Lex!" Maddie's cheerful voice came from the receiver.

Even though Lex could already imagine the next thing she would say, it was nice to hear from one of his baby sisters.

"Hello, Madeline. How are you today? You normally dont call me during the day."

"Oh, y'know, good," She laughed awkwardly, " Hey, Would it be too much to ask for some help?"

Bingo.

"Not at all, darling. What can I help you with?" Lex said as he pushed his keyboard away and spun around to overlook Metropolis' skyline.

"I was wondering if you could possibly break Danny put of government custody for me and Jack."

Aka Lex is the elder brother of Maddie, and he must fulfill his Cool Uncle Duties by taking on the US government to secure his nephew's safety.

Superman (10,000+ questions): do you want backup?

Lex, rolling his eyes: no. I am telling you to ignore what happens to the people trying to kill my little nephew.

Superman: … (be on standby to prevent murder, or go as Clark to get info and expose this shit… get Lois on the story, Superman to get life support and such and prevent multiple Geneva convention violations.)

—-

Lex, carrying Danny out in the Fenton Peeler suit to stabilize him: now, i have your baselines from our reunion last month—inform me of any future power developments so i can reinforce your new suits for that in the future when doing R&D

Danny, semi-conscious: i die a alot

Lex, increasingly concerned: does Maddie know?

Danny, giggly: sorta? Maybe, some timelines yes, some no. Clocky thinks its more fun to see me not tell her since then they go overboard and its so, soooo embarassing. They branded merch of me in both forms.

Lex, wincing: ah, i can see why you’re avoiding it then.

Danny: mhmm. And too many powers to tra, track. Sam thinks its funny and annoying i kee, keep forgetting but what we tracked its a lot. Over thirty separate ones so far and counting!

Lex, processing: i see. May i see the list so i can make appropriate arrangements during your stay?

Danny, grabby hands for phone

Lex, hands it to Danny and watches him use four ciphers, memes and slang to message someone: … thank you. I’ll have my PA fix your room up, and Maddie sent the ecto-dejecto already.

Danny: yay. It makes the gooey un-goopy. Can i have steak shake please?

Lex, sighing: my chef can make in when we’re in. Hot or cold?

Danny: hot hot hot! Core too cold.

Lex: power or biology?

Danny: both! Sometimes too cold. Bad, yeti doctor helps but not always enough.

Lex, processing Danny has a supernatural medic: can we call him.

Danny, frowning: summons only. Likes blue slushies and medical journals. Said ‘m first of the, the species i am in like, lotta millenia and a sign of, of the realms healing. Big big shoes to fill. Don’t wanna.

Lex, humming: what do you want to do?

Danny: astronaut and diplomat! Many cultures and how life works is so, so cool! But fruitloop keeps cloning me. I saw my face melt into goo. Very scary. Dani is in, in another place to hide from Fucking Vlad.

Lex, deciding murder is not enough now: did he?

Danny: mhmm. Met 6, but he has a journal. Over 400. Called my me’s test subjects and wanted to kill Dani to make perfect clone. Dani’s fab and Vlad drab. Very drab.

Lex, flying faster: can you get your little clone a message for me?

Danny: only if no killy stab stuff. Fighting makes her goopy.

Lex, realizing the clone is of Danny with the meta ability army: understood, and no, i just thought my son would like a little sibling.

Danny: she’d like that. I text annnnd. She said she’s on her way!

Lex, landing and putting Danny in a medical cot while being koala’d by Danny: good, good.

Dani, ready to rumble: who hurt my—danny?

Danny: Dani, this is my uncle Lex. He’s honest so no fruitloop, but is eh on alien rights. Lex this is my bestest cousin and maybe daughter twin cousin? Unclear.

Dani: third cousin twice removed.

Danny: that!

Lex: … door is open to family anytime, no aliens and it is ‘on sight’ with superman. Superboy is your cousin, or brother if you want a formal adoption at a later date. Danny, does Maddie know of Dani as your clone

Dani and Danny: nope!

Lex: ah. Well, that can be corrected later. My PA can set up your room for when you choose to stay. Tell her your interests and she can work from there.

Dani: …

Danny: family rule, no questions always safe to stay. uncle lex is Jazz’s godfather. I was sacrificed to Vlad.

Dani: … got it. Is our cousin around?

Lex: he’s with his friends in San Francisco for a few more days. His number is on the fridge.

Dani: cool, cool cool.

One phone call later…

Kon: holy shit i have two more cousins!

Dani: four if we count Dan, was evil future Danny, now time displaced and learning to not go murder crazy.

Kon: … neat! I’ll bring my team and we can kick the shit out of the guys that hurt other Danny!

Dani: cool. What crazy level is Lex? Our fruitloop is an eleven and trying to kill Uncle Jack and marry Aunt Maddie and adopt Danny but pretends Jazz doesnt exist!

Kon: solid seven

With how common mind control is in DC, it’s not hard to see his spiral as logical To A Degree. Superman is Clark’s customer service mask and its extra uncanny to Lex… this being the start of his alien issues makes a lot of sense. Fighting Lionel for Lex Corps in some cannons did not help.

But Lex also makes sense as a ‘family that isn’t taking my company comes before all else when it comes to safety issues’.

And Lex is seeing one of his niblings in danger tends to override a lot of personal issues he has with his sisters’ various life choices. He does show up for Alicia’s divorce anniversaries.

I just need to get an idea of how Kon and YJ will handle the knowledge of Vlad’s existence and the weird place he has in the Luthor Household as Despised but allowed to live until Recent Developments.

Kon is so, so confused but has a little sister now… tim help he doesnt understand siblings. You have sisters (babs and cass count) help. She keeps stealing my stuff and tackling me at random.

Tim is just pissed Kon got another little sibling that’s (relatively) normal little sib behavior and not stabby mcgee. Dani’s also got baby hero worship starting toward Kon as a fellow clone and someone stable enough to fight (tim and luthor share a Look. Game on to stabilize Dani faster)

Danny is high on painkillers and keeps spilling distrubing lore (Skulker is now on Lex’s list. The fact somehow the guy hunting his nephew for his pelt teaches him about ecto-integration into designs and how not to integrate them speaks volumes to Lex of Horrors).

Lex just getting Danny’s truama dump. And plotting revenge internally while working out treatment plans for Danny as he regenerates various organs from his 2/3 forms.

Maddie is not informed of the Phantom thing as Danny would rewind time to avoid branded merch of himself. Lex deems this a trait from their shared side of the family, rather than Jack’s given everything he throws Fenton infront of.

Jazz joins Lex and is updating him on liminal bio and is able to summon Frostbite weirdly fast…

Jazz tells him he cant prove it in a court of law, so he cant tell her parents.

He’s reminded why he loves his goddaughter so much in that moment.

Jazz does threaten to unleash Technus and Box ghost on him if he snitches.

Barry stared blankly at the... ghost roadrunner? ghostrunner? "Am I hallucinating?"

The ghostrunner tilts their head disapprovingly. The next cartoonish "meep meep" almost sounds like "Are you serious?"

Flash Family: Confused: What

Danny, Smiling: Something very funny.

I need the highest possible level of looney tunes bs to be occurring.

Danny is cursed.

He’s stuck as a roadrunner. The curse has two rules:

1) It cannot be broken by capturing the roadrunner.

2) to break the curse one must beat him in a race.

The highest level of looney tunes bullshittery occurs each and every time a speedster tries to capture Danny, à la the coyote cannot capture the roadrunner due to Warner Bros fundamental laws of the universe.

Danny is TRYING to get rid of this curse, but evading capture is apart of some innate instinct that he cannot resist. The more creative the Flashes get trying to capture the roadrunner causing havoc, the more creative the escape methods get.

It takes forever for both Danny and the Flashes to figure out that he needs to be beaten in a race without the intent of being captured. But due to each interaction with a speedster causing them to become more and more curious about the menace of a bird that causes more havoc than their brief interactions with Bat-Mite, unbeknownst to Danny, his chances of breaking the curse are becoming dimmer and dimmer as with each evasion of capture, the Speedsters become more entangled in the curse.

Every looney tunes gag and “meep! meep!” causes Flash to fall into the role of The Coyote, making them unable to interact with Danny without the intention of capture.

Danny has to figure out this stipulation in the rules before all speedsters that can beat him in a race cannot help but succumb to the role the Universe has forced them into and he’s stuck as a roadrunner forever. Eventually other heroes are called in, like Batman due to his experience with Batmite, Superman due to his experience in defeating Mxyzptlk, etc. But it only furthers the curse due to the Flash’s call for assistance having an inherent intent of capture.

There’s definitely some symbolism to be had in how the Speedsters powered by the Speedforce - which represents life and the constant forward movement of time - cannot outrun a dead being that lives in a state of eternal stagnation.

All he really does is lay himself on the man and Constantine just, has like, zero problem??? He wanted to mess with the guy for his reaction, so he did multiple things to test limits but Constantine still let him stay around?? He made threats of exorcising him but like, Danny came to realize they were just empty threats???

John Constantine is weird.

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Now, Constantine is well aware there was something more to the little cat that decided to claim him as a piece of furniture one day. Not just for them being a ghost, mind you, but he has a vague feeling there's something more to little ball of fluff that sought to inconvenience him.

He's aware that the first thing he should have done was exorcise it. Release it to the other side so it could go on and reincarnate or whatever with the pleasantry that it would live a better next life.

But he didn't.

Why?

Perhaps because of the vague feeling there was something more to the little prat.

But really it was just because his days felt.... Normal. As normal as they could be for a person like him, anyways.

As much as the little twat tried to inconvenience and make his life ever so annoyingly harder. It wasn't any kind of way that Constantine couldn't... Well.

It was inconvenient and annoying yes, yet at the same time it was entirely inconsequential compared to what he's lived through his whole life.

Hell, if other people take shit from their live cats. He can certainly take it from his ghost ca-

...

You know what some cats enjoy doing???

Finding awkward places to sleep. On you specifically.

John groaned. It'd been bad enough the first time when the mystery cat laid across his shoulders and refused to move from their perch. They'd left at the end of the day and John had thought that would be the end of it.

Until he woke up that morning. John woke up on his bed rather than on a floor or a couch which was definitely a step up. He also woke up tucked under the covering sheets, and a purring lump of weight sprawled between his knees. John carefully levered himself to his elbows and looked down - only to stare into the sleepy annoyed eyes of the ghost cat. Who was indeed curled up between his knees. "Ugh. Couldn't you find a better place for a kip?"

In response the cat stood, turned around and lay three inches further down, facing his feet now. Lovely. Looked like he wouldn't be able to move anytime soon.

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John startled at the sudden weight that fell into his lap and when he lifted the book he'd been studying, he found the ghost cat. "You really can't find it that comfortable there." His only response? A huge yawn that flashed the sharp teeth the creature had, and then it started kneading the air. The single attempt John made to move was swiftly stopped when the cat growled. Yep. Alright. Message received. Not moving until the cat's done.

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John stared at the spread out ghost feline. "You sure that's a comfortable spot mate?" The cat just purred from the perch across the couch back. Okay. John nodded and continued on his way to the kitchen.

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Well, actually. Hm. Eh. Meh. Probably something stupid, he isn't sure about that part yet. But, weeeelll he'll get there when he gets there.

It’s about as good as an alarm clock, the way that if Constantine’s had more than ten hours of sleep a certain little fluff ball will crawl directly onto his face and go to “sleep”, suffocating him

And also just

It starts with Danny wanting to bring a present

It continues with Danny realising that actually, yeah, John Constantine is probably one of the best people to deal with living world magic items that Danny wants kept out of circulation

Constantine, well aware he’s a metaphysical dumpster, takes this well

He freaked out a little bit when the little bugger showed up at his doorstep with a powerful mind control talisman in his mouth, but when he just trots calmly right up to the edge of John’s magical defences, spits it out, and sits looking pointedly at John until he deals with it…

Well, he did know there was something more

And something about the energy (with the exception of those occasional suffocation attempts) did feel like protection

So if it wants to bring whatever it’s protecting the world from today and spit it at John, well, that’s a lot more convenient than John himself having to do anything about it

He names the cat Pocket (in honour of Hi Nay’s wonderful magical black cat who is not in all the time but I Care Them Many go enjoy the podcast) because it clearly intends to fill his pockets with magical crap

Of course, it’s cute when it’s just him and the cat

When Batsy starts pointedly “calling meetings” to discuss dangerous or potent items to see if Constantine’s cat will just casually drag it into the meeting room? (at first to study the effect and then to try and work out how it happens)

Less cute

Efficient though

Bastard

And then one day Danny drags Talon!Dick in by the scruff of his neck, clearly incapacitated

(Danny kicked his butt in ghost human form and he does not care how much bigger Dick is than his cat self it is For The Bit)

And Constantine. Stares for a while. Then asks Pocket to deliver this to Batman instead

Danny stares at him, unimpressed, until Constantine gives in and teleports the three of them

Bruce finally breaks when Dick wakes up (courtesy of some ecto during his “nap”) able to speak in short sentences and mostly free of brainwashing

Cat treats are added to all Justice League briefing rooms

At first he panics.

*Constantine:*

😨

I have a KID?!

Then he puts it with the other shocking developments and moves on.

When Danny is in Human/Ghost form, he treats him like his son.

When Pocket is in cat form, he treats him like his cat.

*When the Justice League find out*

*Superman:*

Is this healthy?

😟

*After getting over the excitement of there being someone else with his abilities, Beast-boy changes into a cat that matches Pocket's*

*Beast-boy suddenly droops and gives a grieving meow and changes back:*

Don't force him to change back if he doesn't want to.

😥😰

But! Imagine that Danny just lives with Constantine for the most part. Only disappearing whenever there’s another artifact that needs to be neutralized or that one spot in that one library in the one window finally has just the right amount of sun for once. Danny throughly enjoys his time in the House of Mystery.

John doesn’t pressure Danny into anything at all. Whether that’s returning to his more humanoid form or anything that has to do with his past. If anything, John knows and understands far more than Danny realizes about not wanting to talk about or discuss events that happened in the past. So instead they just continue to exist the way they’ve always existed.

Danny's got it down to a science at this point. It barely takes him a week to get back home. (Except for the time the dimension he landed in was in the stone age, but we don't talk about that.)

Step 1 was easy enough, if involuntary. Now, step 2 is where it's all going wrong.

This dimension's language isn't one he speaks. That's fine, maybe adds a day or two to the search for parts, but the main problem is the people dressed in Halloween costumes, speaking like they're from a Shakespearean play who always find him and wreck his portal.

And it's not like he can just move to a different city, this one's soaked in ectoplasm. He'd have to spend a pretty fair amount of time searching for another place as saturated as this one.

Meanwhile, the Bats are not having a good time. Some League or League-adjacent member speaking a barely intelligible form of the League dialect keeps attempting to build some sort of weapon in Gotham, and refuses all communication in English.

DP x DC Prompt

Danny and Jazz always were together in life, and they would remain together as siblings whenever Jazz would reincarnate as a mortal again.

Jazz reincarnated a lot, wanting to experience the different things in those dimensions she chose with a fresh start and no memories. She had many adventures in her new lives, with Danny beside her as her 'Imaginary Friend' whenever she was a kid and her 'Guardian Angel' during the rest of her lives.

This new life she has reincarnated in has her living as a rich woman with a loving husband and a kid. The first time he's seen her have one in her many lives. He couldn't save Jazz or her husband's lives because of Clockwork, who had sent him on a small mission related to time.

When he returned to the dimension with Jazz's new life, he arrived at the funeral for Thomas and Martha Wayne, with their Ghosts behind Bruce. Martha, or Jazz again, had embraced Danny in a hug and told Thomas the basics of who Danny was to her, but before they left, Jazz left some parting words to Danny.

"Look after my son, little brother. Protect him like you how you protect me."

So Danny does. He follows Bruce around while he's training to become Batman. And when Bruce returns to Gotham to be Batman, he helps him with Lady Gotham. With each kid Bruce brings into his family, Danny duplicates himself to help each of them.

Danny had killed the Joker after his resurrection by Bruce when the Clown was alone. He couldn't do it while the Joker was living, as he needed to follow the rules, or else he would have had more paperwork to sort through.

Danny had been telling Jazz and Thomas about their son and what he's been doing about his feats, his children, and his friends. They did support Danny's decisions on killing the Joker. He felt a tug on his core, the tug that happens when he is being summoned, so he quickly said his goodbyes to Jazz and Thomas and accepts the summoning.

What shocks him is seeing that he's in the Watchtower, with the Justice League there, including Bruce and his children. All of his seriousness is drained out of him, and he smiles at Bruce and his family.

(As Bruce's technical-uncle, he'd be B's Kid's technical-great-uncle, thus great-niblings!)

B is busy mentally going "Wat. WAT." bc how and why is The Ghost King supposedly his uncle?! If he's aware of Lady Gotham at all, he'd wonder if she's the one related to the King and B is now also such by adoption.

Clearly This Entity at least THINKS it knows his late parents. Super Sus. Hm....

Someone would have to actually Ask The Question everyone is thinking, and given that this is on the Watchtower with the JL there are plenty of candidates to blurt out their surprise, cue-ing more words from Danny.

He's much happier about being Summoned now that he knows it's his nephew's friendgroup and he can talk to said nephew! If he can help, he'll want to, and if they just wanna talk, he's delighted to talk to his family before they end up ghosts too!

DP x DC Prompt

The Ancients, beings of concepts that are believed in. Also, pieces to become a being known as "The Ancient One," a being of untold power, able to do anything to their hearts content. The Ghost King is the one to become "The Ancient One." Pariah couldn't be that being. He was too corrupt and tyrannical. But Danny? He is the perfect candidate.

Danny was alone. He had no family or friends to be with him, but the Ancients began to spend time with him. They treat him as a child, unlike the ones he wanted to treat him as such, but he's getting a family again.

Then, one by one, they began to disappear, and Danny got their powers. First, it was Frostbite, the Ancient of Medicine, who had played with him in the snow all day before he disappeared, and then Danny got the knowledge of many medical practices the next day. Next was Vortex. The Ancient of Weather had watched the stars with Danny the day before he disappeared, and the next day, Danny could control the weather, but it wasn't tied to his emotions like last time. Undergrowth was next. The Ancient of Plants had shown Danny his personal garden, the first and last time it would happen, as the next day, Undergrowth's personal garden appeared outside Danny's keep, and he could hear the voices of the plants.

Danny began to worry. His family was slowly getting smaller and smaller, so he went to the rest of his family to ask them where the rest of the Ancients were. He was devastated to learn that they would just become memories, that Danny would be the only one left again. He tried to protest to keep the rest of his family again. But Nocturne, Pandora, and Clockwork still vanished, with a last sticky note from the Ancient of Time for Danny to read again and again.

"Danny, I am sorry, little ghost, but this must be done. There is nothing more I would do to be with you longer, but we have to cease to be. The Ancient One must be made, and you are the perfect one to be that being. We Ancients have loved you as our own little one, and it hurts us to part with you. May you thrive for as long as you exist.

Love, Clockwork"

Danny holds (his) Clockwork's staff in one hand and (his) Pandora's shield in the other. His once happy demeanor has now become one of sadness. He has lost his family, twice, and is constantly being summoned by cults, fanatics, and others to either grant them power or conquer a world. He doesn't want to do those things. He just doesn't want to be alone again.

This boy hates any of Bruce’s love interest with a passion because then his dad guardian spends less time with him and that’s obviously UNACCEPTABLE, SCANDALOUS even, so when rumours start circulating that Bruce Wayne is in a relationship with the Batman, he jumps right on the wagon.

Reporter, thirsty for a story: Mr Grayson what do you think about the rumours that Bruce Wayne is dating the Batman?

Dick: What do I think about my dads you mean? My very married very taken dads? My very faithful to each other plural dads?

He would fuel the rumours both as Robin and as Dick Grayson, punching criminals for talking bad about Wayne enterprises as Robin (“THAT’S MY STEPDADS COMPANY YOURE TALKING ABOUT!”). He would be on online forums all day talking about how Bruceman is the only Batman ship that makes sense and Doxxing people who disagree.

Bruce is so exasperated because this is happening at a time where only Alfred and Dick know his real identity so he can’t even do anything with ANYONE without making either Bruce Wayne or Batman look unfaithful.

Throw Reporter Clark Kent into the mix who has been sent to scope out the Bruceman story, who Bruce makes the mistake of flirting with at a gala. Both Clark AND dick are scandalised.

Dick, making a scene: HOW COULD YOU! BATMAN IS WAITING FOR YOU AT HOME AND YOURE HERE FLIRTING WITH SOME… SOME REPORTER??

Bruce, sighing: Dick-

Dick, tugging on Bruce’s suit and looking up at him with fake tears in his eyes: Dad, are you and dad getting a divorce? :(

Clark, panicking: NO NO THEYRE NOT GETTING A DIVORCE PLEASE DONT CRY

Meanwhile:

Bruce, crying in the corner: he called me dad

He would even go as far as insisting that Robin is his step sibling

Principal: how do you explain that whenever Robin is injured, Dick fails to show up at school the next day?

Dick: Robin and I are twins :) so when he’s injured I’m injured too and we have to stay home together!!

Bruce: This is my new son, Jason. He tried to steal from Bats and hit him with a tire iron, so we’re keeping him.

This boy hates any of Bruce’s love interest with a passion because then his dad guardian spends less time with him and that’s obviously UNACCEPTABLE, SCANDALOUS even, so when rumours start circulating that Bruce Wayne is in a relationship with the Batman, he jumps right on the wagon.

Reporter, thirsty for a story: Mr Grayson what do you think about the rumours that Bruce Wayne is dating the Batman?

Dick: What do I think about my dads you mean? My very married very taken dads? My very faithful to each other plural dads?

He would fuel the rumours both as Robin and as Dick Grayson, punching criminals for talking bad about Wayne enterprises as Robin (“THAT’S MY STEPDADS COMPANY YOURE TALKING ABOUT!”). He would be on online forums all day talking about how Bruceman is the only Batman ship that makes sense and Doxxing people who disagree.

Bruce is so exasperated because this is happening at a time where only Alfred and Dick know his real identity so he can’t even do anything with ANYONE without making either Bruce Wayne or Batman look unfaithful.

Throw Reporter Clark Kent into the mix who has been sent to scope out the Bruceman story, who Bruce makes the mistake of flirting with at a gala. Both Clark AND dick are scandalised.

Dick, making a scene: HOW COULD YOU! BATMAN IS WAITING FOR YOU AT HOME AND YOURE HERE FLIRTING WITH SOME… SOME REPORTER??

Bruce, sighing: Dick-

Dick, tugging on Bruce’s suit and looking up at him with fake tears in his eyes: Dad, are you and dad getting a divorce? :(

Clark, panicking: NO NO THEYRE NOT GETTING A DIVORCE PLEASE DONT CRY

Meanwhile:

Bruce, crying in the corner: he called me dad

He would even go as far as insisting that Robin is his step sibling

Principal: how do you explain that whenever Robin is injured, Dick fails to show up at school the next day?

Dick: Robin and I are twins :) so when he’s injured I’m injured too and we have to stay home together!!

Jason jumps in with Talia being shared by Bruce and Batman and then the others do also.

Duke is the one who takes it even farther by bringing in Selina/Catwoman and when asked by his siblings points out that if Bruce gets to have brought in Talia, Batman can bring in Selina.

Cass just goes along with it until someone, Clark who while he knows the truth now can’t do anything, flirts a bit to hard with Batman as Superman and tells the JL firmly that the family isn’t looking for another parent.

The thing is though? The JL knows about Bruce but they don’t know that the kids know. They all think that the kids still think they are two separate people. So the JL and etc who know really can’t tell the children that they’re dads are the same person, it’ll break their hearts.

It just makes everything funnier to the kids and their moms. Even Alfred gets a kick out of it and helps keep the illusion that the children don’t know. Bruce is the only one it annoys.

(Lets just say in this AU that the kids never tell anyone their identities because Bruce is more worried about their safety than he is his own.)

This boy hates any of Bruce’s love interest with a passion because then his dad guardian spends less time with him and that’s obviously UNACCEPTABLE, SCANDALOUS even, so when rumours start circulating that Bruce Wayne is in a relationship with the Batman, he jumps right on the wagon.

Reporter, thirsty for a story: Mr Grayson what do you think about the rumours that Bruce Wayne is dating the Batman?

Dick: What do I think about my dads you mean? My very married very taken dads? My very faithful to each other plural dads?

He would fuel the rumours both as Robin and as Dick Grayson, punching criminals for talking bad about Wayne enterprises as Robin (“THAT’S MY STEPDADS COMPANY YOURE TALKING ABOUT!”). He would be on online forums all day talking about how Bruceman is the only Batman ship that makes sense and Doxxing people who disagree.

Bruce is so exasperated because this is happening at a time where only Alfred and Dick know his real identity so he can’t even do anything with ANYONE without making either Bruce Wayne or Batman look unfaithful.

Throw Reporter Clark Kent into the mix who has been sent to scope out the Bruceman story, who Bruce makes the mistake of flirting with at a gala. Both Clark AND dick are scandalised.

Dick, making a scene: HOW COULD YOU! BATMAN IS WAITING FOR YOU AT HOME AND YOURE HERE FLIRTING WITH SOME… SOME REPORTER??

Bruce, sighing: Dick-

Dick, tugging on Bruce’s suit and looking up at him with fake tears in his eyes: Dad, are you and dad getting a divorce? :(

Clark, panicking: NO NO THEYRE NOT GETTING A DIVORCE PLEASE DONT CRY

Meanwhile:

Bruce, crying in the corner: he called me dad

He would even go as far as insisting that Robin is his step sibling

Principal: how do you explain that whenever Robin is injured, Dick fails to show up at school the next day?

Dick: Robin and I are twins :) so when he’s injured I’m injured too and we have to stay home together!!

Dick tells stories about the funniest times that he used the whole "Batman and bruce are dating and my dads" to Damian + others at the breakfast table and Damian is like "wait this is a good idea?".

Because no one (except his mother, but she isnt allowed to be in the public eye as an assasin) is worthy of his fathers affections, and it is a sure fire way to keep him single in B O T H identities. It also ensures that there will be no more distractions or people to compete with for Bruce's affections than there already are. AND he gets to defend his fathers virtue at galas without coming off as kiddish! Its a win all arround scenario!

Damian, after hearing someone insult Batman: How DARE a lowlife scum such as yourself insult my father!!!

Random socialite: Batman is your father? I thought that brucie-?

Damian: They have been married for years, you createn!

Creepy socialite: Why hello kiddo. Where are your parents? *puts a hand on damians shoulder*

Damian: Unhand me and i will allow you to keep your limb.

Creepy socialite, laughing: oh you're so funn- HOLY SHIT WHERE DID YOU GET A KNIFE?!??!

Damian, who forgot that normal kids don't carry knives and realizes that his threat sounded like an empty one: My brother RED HOOD gave it to me. Would you like me to show you how he taught me to use it?

Damian, who is seen at a dog park with the bathound and titus on a regular basis: They're my dogs, of course I walk them

Reporter: But that's the Bathound- hes BATMAN's dog.

Damian: He likes me better than Father anyway.

(A grainy video of Batman and robin!dami on a rooftop during patrol)

Batman: No robin, we cannot go fight the civillans we just passed who were talking badly of wayne enterprises.

Robin, fuming: but they are besmerching the honors of our family name!

Batman: That doesnt mean that we should go fight them

(They grapple away)

Someone flirting with Bruce during a gala: Maybe we should get out of here~

Damian, popping up behind them: I agree. It is time to leave and get back to Father, and you, madame, should leave soon as well. Come along, Baba.

What if Pariah Dark getting out set off fireworks all across the supernatural community?

What if Danny was able to take care of things before anyone else that would have been able to do anything about it showed up?

Now Amity is crawling with supernatural types that want a piece of what ever was used to shove Pariah back into the sarcophagus, not realizing that it was the ghost kid that keeps play fighting with the other ghosts (and doesn't realize that the other ghosts are playing)?

Like danny is entirely unaware of ghost culture and maybe has a (mini) breakdown that lunchbox and Young Blood overhear, share a look and go ‘oh he doesn’t know ANYTHING! Where is (safe) adulty ghost to get help from?’

Bonus points if its Technus of all ghosts deciding to ‘take a break from world domination’ to teach danny about being a ghost with horrible picture slideshows with an OG light projector.

Sam and Tucker join as the entire ghost community is convinced they are a fright and haven’t decided if Jazz is fright or fright adjacent yet… as she does not hunt and playfight with Danny.

Sam realizes Danny could be targeted by all things supernatural that came post-pariah dark and hunts down Constantine.

Tucker is debating the merits of claiming Danny’s victory as his given he is able to manipulate all forms of silica and Sand and glass are excellent mediums for trapping these guys hunting his idiot bestie…

Sam is harassing John with her grandma (let her be one of john’s good term ex’s) and are playing whack-a-mole coverups.

Jazz is checking on the Fenton occult books and searching for a general banishing spell that excludes ghosts… she has found ones for many of the creatures there but not any that exclude ghosts…

She absolutely gets her mom in on this and asks her dad if can get the supplies.

Warning for a bit of the ol' implied ultraviolence and also murder. so much of those things are implied. here we go, i guess:

(does this count as dead dove? i think this counts as dead dove)

Tucker floated in the air twenty miles outside of Amity. Above him, stretched dark skies. Though it was the morning, the sun did not shine; clouds hung low and heavy—but it wasn't raining yet. Below him, lay a sprawling complex belonging to the Guys in White, built up over months as they reacted to the rush of occultists to the area following Amity's disappearance, and subsequent reappearance.

They hadn't gotten Danny yet—

and the GIW would likely have no visuals on Tucker, so he’s still safe. Only one who realizes how far he went?

Sam.

Danny is not aware of its full depth, so he (and everyone else) assume one of the varied supernatural elements running around Amity nowadays did it. Either way, i see Danny being more guarded around the non-ecto entities roaming Amity, with Technus actively living in a broken phone that follows Danny as a protective measure on his end.

Technus clocked Tucker ages ago as a sand manipulator and worked out how dangerous that can be in a human-on-human war. His respect for Tucker is all time high, but everyone assumes its because of the hacking and continuously learning about other ways to manipulate tech at a distance sans powers from Tucker.

Up in the air if Sam’s grandma or john have any suspicions on tucker. Grandma wouldn’t snitch, just offer assurances and comfort.

Danny is likely going to worry for Tucker as he has tech, and stick beside him more often while asking the ghosts (who noticed Technus’ attitude change. Maybe Ember suspects a voice-based ability as like-to-like) what types of non tech protections they use to keep various entities away.

Amity is either rolling with the entities being around or trippled down on fear after this. I’m leaning toward a lot of them doing ‘good for them’ as the giw are a pain and do more damage than they have ever helped, but feel free to mix these.

Teens are partying over it, as fuck the guys hurting Phantom.

John can be 90% sure that was a pissed meta if you want, and for him to have seen them target the baby ghost that’s sometimes alive somehow… he isnt going to look too deep as long as its a one off.

Hm, Fentons are liable to blame ghosts for a hot minute until they dont find ecto traces there. Then they get to realize it could be another supernatural entity and begin going over old tombs with Sam, her grandmother and their old acquaintance john.

Hell, we can even have Jack be competent with making runes and low tech setups to handle everything that is not his special interests, ghosts.

Maddie is doing possible chemical warfare and ensuring she’s not using anything silica based as that was the common thread in the explosion.

I see this taking A While to be put together, and by then Tucker would have them on the ropes and be able to let Danny and the ghosts assume the mainline fighter roles and be the presumptive heroes (as Tucker is content to lead from behind the presumed power. He still remembers how he died as Pharaoh and isn’t running headlong into that. He can keep Danny safe as an unknown and infrequent ally and as his best friend. Sam is the only one with the whole picture and she’s not going to tell anyone until Tucker is ready, as he’s not comfortable with his powers from her pov.)

Hell, the idea of someone controlling sand is tossed around a few attacks later and the whole city laughs it off while cornering Tucker later as ‘didn’t the guy that possessed you do that? Is he after your ass again? Here’s a [weapon/defense of individual’s choice and reason for giving it]’

Sam being in the know alone in their group is important for the reasoning of Danny’s Guilt Complex over dragging into crime when Danny is hero-aligned is something Sam and Tucker know would not go over well.

Tucker being found surrounded by a perfect circle of sand, Danny, Dani, possibly even Dan, and a few other sound based ghosts floating in the sky above the destroyed, decimated, pulverized base that used to house the last bastion of the GIW in the entire state of Illinois, seeming peaceful as Sam is wrapping the remaining agents in vines provided by Undergrowth, or even herself if we go that route.