sure he's not on the moon, but he's in space! he meets and talks to aliens on a daily basis! he can just go out of the station, fly around and come back in! he is very happy with his job.

so when danny went back in the watchtower after fixing a panel outside, finding out that everyone was being mindcontrolled, and danny is the only one who was not affected because he was outside-

well, the only thing he could really do is put the watchtower on a lockdown, and hope someone from the outside notices something before it's too late.(no matter how slim the chances of that are, afterall, almost everyone in the justice league was present in the tower, some kind of urgent meeting)

they don't want a mindcontrolled superheros flying around afterall.

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or: extremely depuffed engineer danny fenton is stuck alone in the watchtower with mindcontrolled superheros, he needs to save the heroes before it's too late, with only his invisiblity, minor ice powers, flight, and night vision in his arsenal, anything else would be too draining and risky, he doesn't have any ectoplasm here to support him afterall.

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the first person danny tries to break free from the mind control is the red robin

"why me? why not batman, or superman?"

"you're the only one who I realisticly could pin down long enough to break the mind control..."

"....."

"oh uh-and of course because you're the smartest-"

"save it..."

Dpxdc

I fucking love “The Price of Peace,” and I’ve read a ton of similar fics, but it just hit me that it’s always one of the Bats (preferably Tim) who ends up being the sacrificial “bride.”

But consider this instead: Danny.

Danny leads the rebellion. Danny topples the evil king. Danny wins the war. And after all that, the very last thing he wants is to rule a kingdom. So he sets up a council—shared power, equal voices, no more crowns—and immediately clocks out of “Supreme Leader” mode forever.

The problem is that the neighboring kingdoms are still nervous because, shockingly, wars leave scars, so Danny volunteers to act as an ambassador to help stabilize things. Just some light diplomacy. A few meetings. Nothing serious.

And then—whoops. One treaty leads to another, politics do what politics do, and suddenly Danny is engaged to Tim Drake as part of a peace agreement.

From Danny’s POV? He’s basically a hostage in a fancy palace and he is like: You mean I live in a secure palace, don’t have to make executive decisions anymore, and my only job is to exist politely and attend dinners?

Early. Fucking. Retirement.

From the Bat side, they think they’ve gained leverage—an important political figure placed conveniently close, possibly a spy, definitely dangerous.

Danny is just sleeping eight hours a night for the first time in years and discovering hobbies.

Everyone thinks they’re playing a high-stakes political game.

Danny: I was texting Tim and told him what I was having for breakfast, he told me I should bring him some, so I'm here to deliver! *holds up some containers filled with food, before rubbing his neck shyly* I hope thats okay?

Alfred: If you can get that boy to eat actual food rather than just drink coffee, you're welcome in this house at all hours.

So this idea came to my head. Danny and Tim are dating, but they try to hide it as best as they can because who knows what the press will do to both of them if it ever gets public.

If Tim is alone, he'll get photo ops occasionally and everyone minds their own business as to not impose. However, when Tim is seen casually talking to someone alone, social media blows up and makes headlines of Tim's new lover or something. Tim's PR team is often seen cleaning up the fake news every time something like this happens.

So there they are. Putting in shady disguises for their public dates. Lots of oversized hoodies to hide, and countless masks and contacts to further fool the public. The public doesn't know yet that Tim is dating someone.

That is until someone spotted Tim with someone ,clearly on a date. Lucky for Danny, the press still don't know who he is, yet.

Speculations rise and people start to think about who is the rich, lucky person who snagged Tim. I mean, it can't be a poor person right? Almost all of Tim's social circles are all upper class and or elites in society, even before he got adopted by Bruce.

Then on one fateful day, they mess up again with Tim calling Danny by his name, and the public hears it. Both try to scram away to prevent further leaking. Danny is lucky his ghost powers deter any pictures taken near his vicinity, and he hides his face with a mask and an oversized hoodie (I have a headcanon that the whole glitchy pictures thing that Danny's ghost powers do is only on phone cameras and low resolution cameras with small image sensors. It doesn't work really well against SLRs and TV cameras)

The public leads an online witch hunt to find Danny's pictures as they can't see his face in pictures taken recently and the press (due to his ghost powers and all).

Eventually they find some of the pictures before the glow up phase of every teen and it's literally the kind of pics you never want to be posted in public because you're so ugly at the time, but your parents post it for memories. Danny's face in his younger years was in the conventionally unattractive side.

More digging comes in and they find that Danny's family isn't one of the elites, and not as rich as the elites Tim's social circle has.

Now headlines blow up and the common one is calling Danny a gold digger by dating Tim. Tim's PR team is a disaster trying to control it. This lasts for days until Tim decides enough is enough. Both of them talk it out and decide it would be the best to be public.

Tim holds a small press conference to clear up all of the rumors. Yes they confirm that the Fentons are not with the elites and are just a happy family that gets by. Tim also tells the public that they're both dating because they love each other. Tim also reveals that he was the one who pursued Danny in the first place and had a hard time winning Danny's heart.

Then, without further ado, Danny is revealed to the public.

Tim: Let me introduce to you, my boyfriend, Danny Fenton.

Danny: *slowly walks near Tim*

Danny: Hi everyone. I'm Danny.

Reporters:

Tim's fans:

Bashers:

Everyone else:

Everyone is stunned, silenced, and surprised at the reveal. Who would've thought that Danny was a really a beautiful, handsome, and hot guy that managed to snag Tim of all people. Everyone at the press conference was enchanted by Danny, so much that the media had a hard time asking questions because they're too distracted looking at Danny the whole time as if they're in a trance.

Danny suddenly becomes an internet sensation. The narrative suddenly shifts. Countless articles are now in favor of Danny. There are articles that say "Is Tim really the best elite for Danny?" , "How did Danny easily accept Tim?" , "5 other popular icons that are a better match up for Danny than Tim."

Danny's social media accounts and its followers from different platforms soar through the sky. Now every time Danny posts something, it's flooded with notifications and all.

Everyone is obsessed. A new fandom is born. Ship wars ensue. Tim's PR team office is on fire. Social media activity soars through the roof. Among all the posts, the most popular is:

I just want to think of a Danny wearing his faded NASA hoodie and visiting Jazz in Gotham, cause she’s doing a program there for her masters degree or something. But I imagine just Danny, just stepping out to buy a bag of scones for his sister, cause say what you will, he’s got the treats and I imagine he was going back when Joker crashed and wrecked havoc. All the shouts and chaos, very normal yeah.

Joker was like huh which to choose for the star of my show? Oh look a tourist and then was going his annoying joke and punchlines and aiming a weapon at Danny, all up in his face. And Danny just. pick the lunatic by the collar and just threw him through the biscuit display or something, might accidentally did some light maiming by accident because Danny’s still trying to adjust his strength from ghost play-fighting.

But I wanna imagine maybe a civilian Tim Drake who was just being a tired person with his nth cup of motor oil till the joker was gonna cause a situation in the shop and well Tim was already subtly pressing that alert button for the other batfam to go to their location when he just stared blankly at where Joker once stood then back at the ruined display of pastries and a hole in the wall or something- looks like some injuries that could take months to heal… neat. The joker is stuck in the box.

Then Tim stare back at this civilian with the NASA hoodie, the hood fell and this unassuming man did that- and he just picked up his scone from where he dropped them, and Tim doesn’t remember ever moving his feet towards the scone man and just stared at the entire scene.

Danny stared back at this tired dude very sheepishly like oh yeah so, do I have to call my lawyer? Because I have documented trauma and clowns triggered my instinct and the reflex just happened. And Tim was about to open his mouth before he got serve with a surprisingly laminated medial permit from the government state of Illinois, filed and sealed that states that “Daniel Jonathan Fenton” is not liable for any damages caused by PTSD reflex. Scone man pointing at his legal name on the document, like ah you can call me Danny, my sister filed this for me years ago.

Tim is already flipping through the whole thing and finding no signs of forgery or fraud at all, and he can spot them pretty good and he is just gobsmacked while scone man, sorry Danny- is eating a scone and offering the second one as compensation to Tim.

And Tim just took it.

“Huh, is it blueberry?”

“Oh yeah, I mean my sister, Jazz really likes the flavour and we were betting if any here is edib— oh no—I… I need to tell Jazz, wait I’ll call her then my lawyer and you said you’ll call the police.”

“I already did, don’t worry they’ll be here in a minute. And uh I’m Tim, not sure if I mentioned it—“

“Oh nice to meet you, Tim! Honestly, I just got here three days ago, actually just visiting my sister so this is really bad luck, besides who waves a weapon like that, no manners.”

“Oh? Say… Danny, do you have any plans after meeting your lawyer?”

“Huh— I mean, I guess get this over with, and deal with Jazz giving me a look.”

Okay listen Danny is NOT a college student but do you know what he is? A UNIVERSITY STUDENT WHICH IS SOMEHOW EVEN MORE FULL OF BS don't get him wrong he loves his classes although why do some of them have to be on 7:00 a.m.

Worst part? Metropolis is expensive AF so he's just in Gotham having to take the bus and in case it gets delayed has to get the previous one which unfortunately is on 4:00 a.m. and the amount of assignments he has... so you can only imagine his addiction to coffee and his fantasies about sleeping

So here he is in the middle of a rogue attack at the bus stop sending the most professional email he can on 4:00 a.m. to his professor with a guy that looks more dead than he is beside him clutching his coffee as if it's the only thing keeping him standing which to be fair so is Danny. You know Damian just walk to the other bus stop sure it might take a bit of running and powers but what's the worst I could happen I mean it's not like he's a center of the attack after all.

....

Great he and the could be caffeinated corpse beside him are stuck in a room together and honestly both of them are struggling to even keep awake so much so that the goons have to encourage them to stay awake not even tying them up.

The guy looks at him and he looks back they come to a silent agreement.

Both of them use each other as blankets while they sleep if they die they die at this point they're going to die either out of a heart attack caused by caffeine or exhaust themselves to death and Danny would rather die in his sleep then any other option

... Oh wow that was actually the best sleep he had in years and he woke up with said guy in his arms... He fits perfectly in there and guy is snuggling him on his chest? He also fits perfectly in guys arms? Could this be the miracle he needs for good sleep?! Vigilantes are separating them NO HE NEEDS TO ASK THIS MAN TO BECOME HIS PERSONAL PLUSHIE HE NEEDS A SLEEPING BUDDY SCREW IT PUT ALL HIS SHYNESS AND EMBARRASSMENT IN THE CLOSET THIS IS A MATTER OF LIFE AND DEATH TO HIM HE IS GETTING A VERY HUMAN PLUSH (with consent of course)

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Tim would very much love to talk about the day he found the miracle the human embodiment of it that comes in the form of Daniel Aether Graves. His sleep deprived the other half, his favorite pillow and blanket

That miracle of a man straight up asked him to be a sleeping buddy because he recognized how sleep deprived they both were and how somehow someway they're the perfect pillows for each other so they went on this arrangement where they would go either to one of their apartments and do something while cuddling to fall asleep.

This is the best freaking arrange in Tim's life

Why and how is it so easy to fall asleep and wake up energized with this man he will never know but he is not sharing

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The bat family are convinced Tim is dating and if he's not dating he's definitely seeing someone when they first heard of Tim's "sleeping buddy" they immediately shut their mouths not wanting to walk into that but something is clearly happening Tim is more energized what are they doing together that's their question...

Will they have the nightmare and risk of possibly walking in something they don't want to see yes but also they might get the secrets to Tim's now energized self

Only to see Tim and some random guy cuddling on the couch with a bunch of blankets covering them in his apartment and the Barbie movie from 2023 playing in the background with a pillow fort at the side was a huge sign saying "EXTREME EMERGENCY SLEEPY TIME"

Part 2

Part 1 - Cult Shit

The midnight darkness wrapped around Gotham like a blanket, giving Tim a sheet of cover while he’s perched on the edge of a roof. He lifted his forearm, glancing down at the screen embedded into his suit.

The humidity of the nearby pier laid a thin sheen of moisture over top of him, causing his hair to cling to his forehead. He huffed, looking back towards the building in front of him.

Of course it’s a warehouse by the pier. Why can’t creepy cults ever operate in a well air-conditioned hotel, or a restaurant. Where’s the buffet cult? Why can’t he ever investigate a buffet cult?

His stomach let out a growl.

That explains that train of thought.

Or: Tim Drake and his Eldritch boyfriend Danny Phantom