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Do you have in mind the theme of the multiverse? I do

In the fandom, we often call it the Ghost Zone, or sometimes even the Infinite Realms. But something that doesn’t come up as often is what happens to alternate versions of Danny once he becomes the High King.

My idea is that, in different timelines, every version of him becomes aware of each other. The distance between universes might affect when or how this awareness develops, but eventually, they all wake up with the memories and experiences of their counterparts.

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When Danny took the throne of the Infinite Realms, something shifted — not just for him, but for all of him. Across every timeline, every branch of reality, every fractured shard of “what if,” the crown echoed. And one by one, the other Dannys stirred.

They didn’t meet face-to-face, not at first. It started with dreams: memories that didn’t belong to them, feelings from lives they hadn’t lived. The boy who grew up trans in Universe 32 woke one morning with the weight of a hundred other lifetimes pressing behind his eyes. He remembered being born male, he remembered laughter with his best friend that became something more intimate, he remembered victories and deaths that were not his own.

Each Danny was still himself, still shaped by his own choices — but now they were also something greater, a chorus. A network of selves stretching across infinity. The closer two universes lay, the quicker the connection came; the further apart, the slower the awakening. But no version of him was truly alone anymore.

To be High King meant to rule the Infinite Realms. But it also meant to be infinite — a single soul spread across endless reflections, finally aware of itself.

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The attack came without warning. Alien fleets tore through Earth’s defenses, and even with the Justice League throwing everything they had into the fight, the cost was staggering. Cities burned. Millions were lost before the final mothership fell.

And yet, when the smoke cleared, one mystery stood out above all others. Amity Park — and the few towns circling it — remained untouched. Not a single building had collapsed. Not a single civilian had perished.

The League couldn’t explain it. Their satellites had recorded the same devastation everywhere else, but for some reason, every assault ship veered wide of Amity Park, as though the city simply didn’t exist to them. When Superman and Wonder Woman flew reconnaissance, they confirmed it: Amity had been in the middle of the warzone… but shielded by something they couldn’t sense.

Whispers spread fast. Some claimed it was luck. Others feared some darker bargain.

Danny, meanwhile, sat in his room with his head in his hands. Because he knew. He knew it wasn’t luck. He knew it wasn’t the League.

The crown had acted. Or rather, he had — not consciously, but through that vast, tangled web of selves that had awakened the day he became High King. Across the multiverse, other Dannys had felt the attack too. One had reached for power. Another had willed safety. A third had whispered a desperate “not here.” And together, they had shifted reality just enough to keep Amity untouched.

The price was that Danny could feel it now: the grief of every world, every self, pressing down on him. The weight of millions dead. His neighbors smiled in relief, but Danny couldn’t. Because he remembered their faces, even if they hadn’t lived here.

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The League didn’t waste time. Batman had already noticed the inconsistencies in satellite footage — alien ships changing course mid-attack, their formations subtly warped as though bending around an invisible barrier. He didn’t believe in coincidences.

“Something protected that city,” he said in the post-battle debrief. His tone was sharp, leaving no room for argument. “And it wasn’t us.”

The others agreed. Superman pressed for patience, suggesting it could be a natural anomaly, but his eyes said he didn’t believe it either. Wonder Woman pointed out that magic often left subtle traces, and she had felt something in Amity’s direction during the fight.

So, they went. Not in force — not yet — but with a carefully chosen delegation: Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, and J’onn. They arrived in Amity Park two days after the battle, to a town buzzing with unease. Citizens were celebrating their survival, yes, but there was also an undercurrent of guilt; everyone could see the newsfeeds, and they knew how badly the rest of the world had suffered.

The League found Danny easily. He hadn’t exactly been hiding — but he also hadn’t left his house since the attack. His parents thought he was shaken from the destruction elsewhere. Only Jazz noticed how hollow his eyes had become, how he flinched when anyone mentioned the survivors.

When the knock came, Danny already knew who it was. He could feel them. The crown inside him — the network of selves whispering across infinity — hummed with warning.

Batman was the first to speak once they stood in his living room.

“Amity Park was untouched. The invaders ignored it. Why?”

Danny swallowed hard, his mouth dry. He wanted to lie, to say he didn’t know. But the problem with being tied to infinite versions of yourself was that you carried all their instincts too. And one of them, somewhere out there, was too honest for his own good.

J’onn tilted his head, watching Danny carefully, and said the words the others were afraid to ask:

“What are you?”

Danny froze at J’onn’s question. His throat tightened, and for a moment he couldn’t breathe. What are you? It wasn’t the kind of question you answered lightly — not when the answer had the potential to shake their world.

“I’m just… me,” he finally muttered, eyes down. “I didn’t do anything. I don’t know why Amity was safe.”

Batman’s stare was sharp, but he didn’t press — not yet. He simply said, “We’ll be in touch,” and the League left as suddenly as they’d arrived.

But they weren’t done.

Over the next few days, strange things started happening around Amity. Superman, flying high in the atmosphere, noted an energy field radiating faintly over the city — one that didn’t match any known technology or natural phenomenon. Wonder Woman left subtle wards near the town’s borders, only to find them tangled by dawn, as though another force had rewritten their pattern overnight. J’onn attempted a surface scan of Danny’s mind but was immediately met with static, like a thousand voices whispering over one another in a language he didn’t know.

And Batman… Batman went digging. Files on the Fentons and their ghost-hunting tech that never worked.

The League regrouped.

“He’s hiding something,” Batman said flatly, pulling up grainy footage of Danny phasing through rubble to rescue civilians after the battle. “And it’s not small.”

Superman leaned forward, expression troubled. “But he also saved people. Maybe whatever this power is… it’s protective.”

“Or dangerous,” Diana countered. “He may not control it. And if that’s the case, it’s only a matter of time before the balance tips.”

J’onn was the quietest, but when he finally spoke, it chilled the others.

“When I reached for his mind, I didn’t find one presence. I found hundreds. Overlapping. Reflecting. Each one felt like him, and yet… not. As though he carries more lives than he should.”

A long silence fell. None of them liked the implications.

“Then we need to know the truth,” Batman said at last. “Before the world finds out what kept Amity Park safe. Because if we don’t understand it…” He shut the file with a snap. “…someone else will.”

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Amity Park should have been celebrating. The rest of the world had burned under alien fire, but somehow their little city — and the towns around it — were left untouched. No craters. No casualties. Not even a scratch.

But instead of relief, unease settled over the streets.

Because people weren’t stupid. They saw the news. They saw how every major city on Earth had suffered. And they saw the Justice League arrive in Amity Park days later, not to explain, not to reassure, but to watch.

Always circling the same boy.

Danny Fenton.

At first it was little things — Superman “coincidentally” flying past the Fenton household three times in one day. Wonder Woman asking teachers at Casper High strange questions about Danny’s attendance and behavior. Batman spotted on a rooftop overlooking the Nasty Burger just as Danny left with his friends.

It didn’t take long for the town to notice the pattern.

Whispers spread fast.

“Why him?”

“Was he part of the attack?”

“Is that why we were spared?”

The relief of survival curdled into suspicion. No one said it too loudly — no one dared, not when the League could hear everything — but people began keeping their distance. Parents pulled their kids closer when Danny walked by. Neighbors who once waved now shut their doors a little faster.

The irony was that Danny didn’t seem any different. Still awkward, still trailing behind Sam and Tucker, still the quiet kid who never made trouble. But the more ordinary he looked, the more unsettling the League’s fixation became. If they were watching him this closely, after millions had died elsewhere… what did they know that Amity Park didn’t?

By the end of the week, the whole town was holding its breath. They had survived the aliens, yes — but now their safety felt less like a miracle, and more like a warning.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 5, MasterPost

Danny folded his arms beneath his head where he lay on the desert floor. The sky blinked with stars and he was so happy he took a trip out of Gotham to do this. He liked Gotham, it felt kinda like home. But it didn’t have stars. It didn’t have the expanse of clear black pinpricked with dazzling, little lights and constellations.

It was handy being able to pop in and out of hemispheres any time he pleased.

“DANNY?!” 

Oh.

Danny rolled his head to the side to see a few violently shivering vigilantes coming around a scraggly, rocky outcrop. Robin, Red Hood, and a black and blue one Danny hadn’t encountered before, wrapped their arms around themselves tightly. They changed directions to walk towards him.                                                                                           

“Oh, hey guys.” Danny raised a hand to wave lazily at them and tucked it back in place. “What are y'all doing out here?” He asked amicably, though surmised they must be on some sort of mission. What a coincidence.

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Prepared For Anything: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Ambassador Danny: Part 1

Previous. Masterpost

“So, who all are you getting to take a look at our fantastic partnership?” Phantom said as he intentionally stretched across the couch, placing his arms across Lex's lap and laptop.

“Stop that-” Lex huffed as he swatted at Phantom. “Black Adam is a champion of magic, and has some beef with our champion of magic, who depending on where you know him, goes by Captain Marvel, or Shazam-”

“Ya'lls heroes change names like shirts sometimes” Phantom grumbled.

“Yes, stop interrupting.” Lex swatted at him again. “Enchantress is a sorceress that I can call upon every now and again. Vandal Savage is an immortal man who has studied dark arts and rituals. The ones Mercy asked might actually be more useful to our endeavor, but they are known to be difficult to contact.”

“So…. Gentleman Ghost, is that like a gimmick or is he really a ghost?” Phantom asked.

Lex sighed. “I do not know, I have never personally met him.”

“Huh, what about Zatanna? I have seen her name pop up a lot when reading about the Justice League Dark.”

“They are an offshoot of the Justice League, and they are not one of my fans, nor I theirs.” Lex grumbled.

“Well, I guess that's what you get for picking fights with one of theirs.” Phantom teased.

Lex internally groaned. “Either way, all I can do is send out requests to meet and wait for their responses.”

“Yeah…. Wanna work on the ‘How to be a Hero’ policy?”

“We are not naming it that.”

Phantom just smirked at him.

“This is sooo not fair!” Danny huffed while dramatically falling in his bed “it’s like no one around here ever watched a hero’s fight on TV. Every time I show up it’s either an emergency and I have to save Sam the Cat from a tree he climbed before the poor thing falls or the ghost hunters are going to be on scene already and start shooting on sight! I never get to do my evil villain monologue. Lord of the Flies, I only managed TWO evil laughs EVER! And one of those times my voice cracked in the middle, which sooo embarrassing! What’s the fun of being a supervillain if the heroes won’t even let me give a proper monologue” Danny pouted while turning to lay face down on his pillow.

“There, there” Tucker patted his friends head in solidarity, “there’s still a lot of fun to be had anyway. Remember that time we raided the GIW’s HQ and put neon orange paint on their laundry soap? Their looks of despair and cussing for the month it took to replace their clothes was priceless!”

“… yeah, that was funny” Danny answered muffled by the pillow.

“Right! And besides it’s not your fault no one knows villain x hero etiquette around here.”

“Yeah, but it’s like they are singled me out!” Danny said turning his face around “every other ghost gets to do their monologue. Box Ghost starts to give a monologue and everyone just listens politely before fighting him! It can’t even be ‘cause I’m a halfa or they wouldn’t let Vlad do his evil speech. Moby Dick, even FREAKSHOW gets an uninterrupted evil speech and laugh, the guy isn’t even a ghost! Just some random creep with more time than sense” Danny groans.

“Being a villain means you don’t have to adhere to the conventional rules and can just do whatever though” Sam remarked from where she was laying on a nearby puff “I say let the heroes worry about being ‘polite’ and just do your thing” she gave her two cents.

“Yeeaah” Danny groaned long suffering “but what I wanna is to give my monologue. I got it all wrote out and memorized, even got my act down to a T in the mirror. It’s just… I worked so hard on it, I spent more time and effort in this than on all my lit homework from this entire year combined”

“That’s not something you should be proud of” Jazz remarked dryly from the open door as she passed the hallway.

“It just Frankensteins so much I don’t ever get the chance show it up!” Danny finished as if he was never interrupted in the first place.

“Sounds like it’s the heroes who are the problem-“

“As always” Sam interrupted Tucker’s musing.

“So… what if you tried another hero? One who would follow basic courtesy like letting you talk before the battle?”

At that Danny sat up to look at Tucker in interest “you mean like make another hero, like me and Cujo got Val to become Red Huntress?” He seemed to give it some thought before shaking his head “no, with Val it was a ‘right person at the right place’ kind of thing, I can’t just go around trashing people’s places and works to hope one of their kids takes up a cape and is more polite than the rest of the town heroes, that’d be rude.”

“Well yeah, but what if you just went up the territory of another hero? Like, you can swing by Gotham and put a ‘kick me sticker on one of the Waynes or something, that’s bound to get Batman’s attention and everyone says the guy is super polite and a great listener! All the goons and officers-“

“You just said the same thing twice” Danny chimed in and high-fived Sam.

“-who appear on interviews always talk about how the bat does everything in silence and how much attention he pays to details. The guy would be delighted to have a new villain in his city, I’m sure he is starved for new material as far as villain monologue goes.”

“ABSOLUTELY NOT!” Sam immediately shot down “Gotham is the most gothic city EVER! I will NOT, have either of you visiting it without me, so not until summer vacation, which will take forever!”

“GOTHAM IS ALSO THE SECOND MOST CRIME-INFESTED CITY ON THE COUNTRY AND I DON’T WANT MY BABY BROTHER WALKING AROUND THERE UNSUPERVISED!” Jazz shouted from her room across the wall.

“Oh yeah, that too I guess” Sam agreed.

“Fine, so not Gotham. Central City?” Tucker proposed.

“Are you crazy? The Flash is the fastest hero EVER-“

“That’s debatable-“

“It’s really not”

“He will not even give me time to open my mouth before we start to throw hands! Star city?”

“I mean, Green Arrow seems like a total Moby Dick, not sure he wouldn’t immediately start shooting. Cost City?” Sam countered and proposed.

“I mean… isn’t Green Lantern like a space cop?” Danny scrunched his nose “that’s like a super GIW, right?” The three thought for a second and shuddered at the image.

“Right… so moving on, how about Metropolis?” The three thought for a bit.

“I mean, Superman is an alien, right? I’d love to meet him!”

“Metropolis is supposed to be the unholy child of a Hallmark movie and a cartoon for little kids where everyone is polite and sweet and stuff, you can keep that to yourself and please do not include me on it.”

“The main villain there is Luthor, so no worries of stepping on another person’s toes. To heck with that guy, he puts paywalls on EVERYTHING.” Tucker grumbled.

“…” Jazz said nothing, which is close enough to agreement for them.

“So it’s decided, I’m going to Metropolis monologue to Superman!”

“Yeah, the Boy Scout won’t know what hit him!”

“… wait, do you think he was an actual Boy Scout when he was a kid? ‘Cause that’d be pretty cool”

“Nah, there weren’t boy scouts back when the old time heroes like him were kids”.

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Danny made good time to Metropolis. As a ghost he could turn intangible to avoid any air resistance or drag while also reducing his mass to zero. And, as he is creating his own propulsion by just thinking it, that means he could travel much faster than sound without worrying about causing problems for anyone. Really, his biggest issue is that if he goes too fast things get kinda blurry and it’s pretty easy to overshoot your target, so he had to stop to get his bearings and backtrack more than once, but he still made it to the city!

Upon arriving Danny took some time to go sightseeing as he likely wouldn’t get the chance during his fight. Took a few photos sat upside down upon the globe of the Daily Planet to put on his twitter, ate a hot dog, went intangible to Lex Luthor’s office and pantsied him right in the middle of a meeting, you know, normal tourist stuff. Feeling good about himself he decided to move to the harbor as it’s far away enough that his fight with Superman shouldn’t get in anybody’s way.

He then did some (unneeded) stretches and jumped a bit to loosen up, then did a few quick voice exercises he wrangled from Ember so his monologue would go perfect.

He was just about to kickstart his fight by doing the most heinous villain act of his entire career that would be sure to get Superman down ready to throw hands. He carefully picked the wrapping of his hot dog and was ready to throw it (on the street! Not the sea, he’s a villain, not a monster) when he heard a crash from behind him. He turned curiously to see the reason and- WHAT THE ACTUAL HECK!

If asked later, Danny would freely admit that this was the fastest he ever flew because that was Superman and that was a pregnant woman he was punching in the air, the heck-

He fortunately managed to cross the distance in no time and overshadowed Superman harder than he had ever overshadowed anyone before. Immediately upon entering the body he felt a foreign wave of terror slam into him with such an intensity that it almost made his vision wave before he gritted his teeth and forcibly threw it at his core to convert in more ecto. Now in control he wasted no time in flying up and scooping up pregnant lady gently.

“Oh man. Lord of the Flies, what! Who just- dude, yeah, pregnant woman scare me too since that bio class, but- What- Who does that! That’s- that’s messed up Sups. That’s a pregnant woman, dude you can’t just- the HELL!” Danny panicked while he felt the conscience of Superman in the back of his head gradually get his bearings with growing horror.

“Okay, okay, that’s- that’s not fine. She needs a medic and- Frankstein, this looks bad. I never saw someone’s guts before, but- okay, calm down Fenton, keep it together. A hospital is not fast enough I will just-“ now actively throwing his own anxiety and fear at his core on top of Superman to keep from panicking (too much) Danny took a deep breath and laid his hands on the woman’s side over her ribcage.

Being in Superman’s body is disorienting and frankly an experience Danny could do without. He was already used to holding back his own strength, but his was kinda a “mind over matter” deal with him being as strong as he could believe himself to be, Superman though… it was like there was no resistance whatsoever; air, flesh, bone, it all gave the same minimal resistance and if Danny wasn’t used to going intangible he was sure he would have already crushed this woman’s chest by pressing too far. His vision was all wrong going too far and under the skin with the flex of muscles he didn’t have and it was too loud and-

Deep breath. It’s… fine. Send the panic attack to core, we have no time for panic now. ‘Not the first time you had to get used to powers mid-emergency Fenton, keep yourself together!’. With a last deep breath Danny focused back in the pregnant lady on his arms. He never saw anyone’s inside before, but he could take his cues of what is around the bruised spots and that didn’t look right, her heart also seemed to be beating too slow from what he could hear and there was blood and-

“Right!” He took another deep breath “my vision is changing so much I might as well be blind and she is so close to death that no doctor would be fast enough to save her. That’s… fine, I’ve beaten worse odds. If Frostbite can be a doctor I can heal her. Let’s just… stitch her up… from the inside. That’s… fine”.

Without knowing well what to do Danny awkwardly sent some ectoplasm on the woman’s body and “felt” around organs until he came upon what felt like a misshaped closed fist growing and shrinking in uneven intervals, figuring that might be the heart he used his untrained telekinesis to press and pull it in a somewhat regular interval. Since his sight wouldn’t help him anyway with how it couldn’t choose what to look at nor how closely he closed his eyes and tried to block all his senses, focusing solely on his ectoplasm.

He felt a second kind of energy running through Superman’s body besides his own. One that was warm and strengthening for a lack of other words. In impulse he tried to divert some to join the flow of ecto going to the woman’s body, but it resisted being diverted, whatever it is it’s course was too rigid for it, different from his own free-flowing ectoplasm. Not willing to just give up Danny directed some of his own energy to “dip” on Superman’s and collect some before re-joining the flow, which… worked? Better than expected even as the heart he was forcibly pumping seemed to all but soak on the warmth infused ecto and start mending up.

“Right” thought Danny “I can do this” a determination that seemed to echo his host as he could feel a wave of decisiveness from him and what felt like him deliberately trying to pull himself back to be as unobtrusive as one could be on their own body.

Now with a route in mind Danny got to work, using his ecto “touch” to try to feel around the woman’s body from the inside and awkwardly make things work however felt right. When he felt a pool of what he assumed to be blood outside the veins he telekinetically scooped it up and pushed it back where he felt a burst or sliced vein before stitching it up with a thread of ecto he then solidified inside the body. Bone was pulled back in a form that felt right-ish, torn muscle awkwardly pressed back together, still-

“I can’t see!” He cried out “I can’t see what I’m doing, where things are how bad it is, how-!”

In the middle of his latest panic he felt a flash of determination from his host and a sudden focus razor-sharp and intense focusing on the eyes. It did nothing against his overshadowing, but the message was clear nonetheless.

“You want to control the eyes?” Danny asked dubiously “you are not gonna laser beam her down are you?” The presence recoiled aghast and then turned back to trying to control the eyes “this is a terrible idea”, but despite his best judgment Danny still relented and pulled back his control over the eyes, Superman immediately took over, opened them and did… something? Like pulling a muscle and relaxing another while focusing somehow into a certain depth and suddenly Danny could see the bones of the woman and the surrounding bits of muscle and organs consistently. Not looking a gift horse in the mouth he proceeded to direct his ecto to put those back in a somewhat right way, now with a lot more confidence and knowing better what he is doing.

On the on they went, looking for parts that seemed damaged and putting those back together, the ecto keeping things in place and the warmth making the body heal much faster, when they got to fixing the damage to it. The fetus in particular seemed to soak up on the warm ecto like a sponge to the point that Danny had to spend more time ensuring it hadn’t eaten up his previous work than actually fixing it. At many times Danny had to redo his earlier work now that he could see where he messed up, but gradually they got the woman’s body back in one piece that looked right-ish. In the end of the impromptu procedure Danny cautiously let go of the hold he had kept on her heart pumping it and it kept beating, albeit on a different rhythm than the one he guessed.

Finally, with a sigh of relief, Danny disentangled from Superman’s body, figuring the local would have a much better idea of the best hospital to take his former victim(?) than Danny. For a moment the three stood floating there without knowing what to do. At some point what looked like Wonder Woman and Green Lantern had flown to stand near them, but thankfully hadn’t interrupted. Now that he wasn’t actively blocking out outside stimuli to concentrate anymore he could even spy what looked to be Batman on the ground near what looked like the cross of a sports car and a tank “probably the Batmobile” he reasoned.

He could see Superman gearing up to say something, so he spoke first.

“Right” Danny clapped his hands in front of him “so, I did what I could, but I’m really not a medic, or a nurse, or - strictly speaking - good at biology, so… you should probably get her to a doctor asap. I would recommend mine, but he doesn’t really come to this dimension a lot, so-“

“Thank you” Superman cut him off quietly, a deep and sincere look of gratitude on his face “I was under the effect of Scarecrow’s fear gas, it almost made me kill her. I don’t know what I would have done if I- just… thank you, from the bottom of my heart. Today you were a true hero” at that Danny groaned.

“Not again” he whined “I already get that from miss Albrey for that time rescue her cat from a tree and from mister Smith for not letting his son be run through, and- not important. Look dude, I’m a supervillain, not a hero” Danny explained.

For some reason all the heroes, even Flash who had just arrived, looked baffled by this.

“But… you saved my wife? And… you just said you saved kids and cats, and… just… how come you think you are a villain?” Superman seemed to be genuinely confused by the concept despite him fighting villains every other day. Also, pregnant lady was Supes’ wife. Huh, good to know, but back to the matter at hand.

“Well, yeah? This was an innocent civilian woman you were beating the daylights out of like me ripping into Skulker, I couldn’t just… leave you to it? That’d be horrible! I’m a villain, not a monster, no matter what the GIW says and- wait, I’m getting ahead of myself.” Danny shakes his hands walking on air from one side to the other.

“GIW? Look son, I don’t know who that is, but you shouldn’t believe everything people say, especially if it’s about you. Nothing you just described sounds like a villain to me” The Man of Steel said to Danny’s indignation.

“Excuse me!” He turned pointed a finger at the startled alien “I will have you know that I’m a villain and a very cool one at that! I regularly raid bases of the government every time I hear about them having captured another person or ghost to experiment on! N-the scientists who opened a rift to the world of the dead in their basement so they can vivisect ghosts minding their own business call me the greatest menace their town has ever known!” Danny crossed his arms and filled his chest in pride.

“Al- right. So you are a… villain?” Superman said raising his hands placating.

“And a dang good one at that! I mean, a dang terrible one! Terrifying one? Well, I’m scarier than Box Ghost, so there!” Danny pointed triumphantly, before shaking his head in consternation and pouting “I had this whole monologue ready for months, about my evil plan, why I’m evil and stuff, but none of the heroes in my town stay still long enough for me to say it! I had come here so we could fight and I could finally get to give it, I had planned to litter in the street so we could fight and all… but now the moment is gone. And you should really take her to the hospital I think? I guess I can come back in a few days and we can have our epic showdown. How does Friday sound to you? This way I can stay up late-“

At that Danny seemed to realize something and looked up in alarm.

“Lord of the Flies!” All the heroes jumped “it’s almost my bedtime! Moby Dick, I’m going to be in so much trouble, oh no, oh no. Bye Sups, see you Friday, gotta go” and then he flew up at top speed back home. The baffled heroes still reeling from the surreal experience and with more questions than answers. Unnoticed by Danny a cameraman and reporter nearby had captured the entire conversation.

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In the aftermath Lois is (finally) taken to a hospital and makes a full recovery. Their baby (I’m tempted to have Clark and Lois name him Danny instead of Jon as thanks to Danny for saving him once they learn his name) is born healthy if somewhat liminar (your pick to what effect - if any - this has), Danny shows up later for his promised fight, he is received with a delicious homemade pie courtesy of Ma Kent and the heroes sit patiently to hear his entire monologue, which is great! They give him reason for his actions instead of fighting upon hearing his speech of how the anti-ecto acts are terrible and the GIW deserves having their bases messed up, which is less great. They then proceed to publicly claim he is a hero and the GIW are the actual villains, which is terrible! At least the anti-ecto acts were recognized as a blight that should never have been allowed to exist and scrapped, which, silver linings?

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So! I don't usually do the Soulmate stuff, but this is close enough that I think it works.

Studies tell that there are 7 People in the world who look almost exactly like you. These 7 people are actually linked, in that anything that happened to one Body is shown on all of the other Bodies.

If one of them gets a Tattoo, it will show up on everyone else.

If one of them puts on Makeup, it shows up on the others.

If one of them gets injured or scarred, it visibly shows up like a picture on their skin but doesn't cause actual harm.

(Note: They look similar because of the link, not the other way around. The Link is the Cause, the Appearance is the Effect.)

After a few years if searching, and more than a little coincidence, Bruce Wayne managed to adopt almost all of these People.

He is 1, Dick is 2, Jason is 3, Tim is 4, Damian is 5, and Cass is 6 because it works across Gender as well.

The Batfam doesn't know who their 7th is, but have never really had time to focus on finding them.

Then one day, a Lichtenburg Scar shows up on all of their bodies. Their Hair turns Pure White, and their eyes turn Lazarus Green for a few minutes.

Now they really need to find their 7th. They must have come in contact with a Lazarus Pit.

Over the next few months as they try fruitless to find the 7th, they notice other things.

Their Hair and Eyes change regularly, sometimes marks depicting lethal wounds appear on their bodies and close up instantly, one time they even saw a mark depicting them getting Cut in Half and they rejoined instantly.

A few times their Eyes turn Bright Blue, once they were stuck as Red for a full week, once they even had green Vine-Like cracks around their Body.

They ask themselves, what the hell is their 7th doing!?

...

Meanwhile, Danny is just trying to be a Hero, completely unaware that his 7 Lookalikes are desperately searching for him.

The Blue Eyes are him using his Ice Powers, the Red Eyes was when he got taken over by Freakshow, and the Vine-like Cracks were when the Town was taken over by Undergrowth.

He doesn't actually realize that his 7 Lookalikes would see all of this on their own Bodies, he never really thought about that.

Sure sometimes his eyes would become Green before he became a Ghost, and the images of injuries would appear often on his body, but he thought that it was just spread out across all of them (it was, he doesn't realize the true number of injuries he has gotten depicted on his body), but he thought that was just normal stuff.

Thats basically it.

- How the kids meet the uncles

- How the uncles died (Part 1 - Part 2)

Family Bonding Shenanigans

Part 1 - Part 2 (and 2 1/2) - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 (and 8 1/2) - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12 (and 12 1/2) (NEW!)

Memory Loss + Bill Cipher

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 (and 3 1/2) - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 (and 6 1/2) - Part 7

Inside the Mirror

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

Misc.

THE FINALE!!!! WE MADE IT!!!!!!

a fanart for @echo-from-a-flower ! for player2 au!

That discovery never did come despite his fears, but other pieces of important news trickled through. Nothing he was brave enough to risk his secrets over, but things that ate at him nevertheless.

Until the biggest development.

Ra’s al Ghul was back from the dead, and had taken over Damian’s body in the process.

Despite everything between them, Damian was still his brother. Danny may hate him at times, but he couldn’t just leave him to that fate.

So this time, he intervened.

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For the first time since he’d touched the waters of his grandfather’s Lazarus Pit, Damian’s thoughts finally broke through the haze they’d been trapped in. Something burned in his chest, followed by a horrifying tearing sensation from deep within. His vision filled with green, then his senses finally came into sharp focus.

And his gaze met a pair of eyes belonging to someone he thought long dead.

Danyal’s hand retracted from Damian’s chest, bringing with it the decayed-looking soul of Ra’s al Ghul. He could still feel the edges of it clinging to him, trying to subsume him once again, before a burst of green light burst from his brother’s hand and consumed it.

“A-ahki?” he croaked out, body still not quite back to proper form.

I've been drawing this for a long time, but I forgot to post it😭😭😭

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So...one day I thought "hmmm, what if we had another season about the bad timeline" and then I went to draw it.

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Ep 1. Master Leonardo becomes Baby Blue once again

Ep 2. Can you carry your uncles?

Ep 3. Raph is dead. The good news is it's fixable

Ep 4. Your brain may be human, but your soul speaks in turtle

Ep 5. Mikey looks sixty, but he's not even forty. Donnie can do something about that

Ep 6. Krangified

Ep 7. How many cool points does your dad have?

Ep 8. You may not be human. You might actually be a turtle

Ep 9. Commander O'Neil

Ep 10. Tiny Tello

Ep 11. The little things

Ep 12. Everything is falling apart

Ep 13. You are in the past, your thoughts are in the future

Ep 14. Donatello

Ep 15. Raphael

Ep 16. And the two they left behind

Ep 17. You've got cuddles and hot water. Both are limitless

Ep 18. So many turtles

Ep 19. Find the Krang, stop the...wait..

Ep 20. The winter is long

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C.A.S. Animated project - Part 1 Part 2

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Drawn in Procreate (mostly). Commissions are closed. Tcest dni. This whole comic is about family and platonic relationships. My youtube. Basic round brush. Page size: 1620×2160.