#alien!danny

Gimme something circumstantial.

Gimme hetero!Danny finding a cool glowing pink rock and debating what to do with it when he sees Tucker and is just like “imma hit that ASAP” and it takes everyone forever to figure out why Danny changed so suddenly, so drastically.

Gimme Danny finding this glowing blue rock and suddenly he can’t use any of his normal powers, though he can kinda phase through solid objects but his control of that power is shaky at best and nonexistent at worst.

Gimme Danny stumbling into a cache of green glowing rocks that Luthor had squirreled away for a rainy day, and then being unable to do anything but crumple to the ground and wait for rescue. Or a second death.

Gimme Danny being handed a glowing red rock and some unexpected thing happens and he has no idea what to do, panicking to the point that Clockwork steps in and is like “maybe go talk to a Super?”

Gimme Danny cutting himself on a sharp silver rock and then gaining paranoia to put the Bat to shame.

Gimme Danny finding a glowing purple rock and deciding Sam would probably like it but now time is being funky and he can’t even get Clockwork to help.

Basically, just gimme Danny finding Kryptonite, not knowing shit about Kryptonite besides what the general public is aware of when it comes to Superman’s very public weakness, and reacting to it only to need assistance by a hero. Revealing that oh, that’s Kryptonite and Danny’s a Kryptonian - or at least half-a-Kryptonian - and maybe Danny should be taught about the things Kryptonians have special about them.

Hal adopts Danny.

Danny disapproves of him dating Bruce until he learns of the lazarus pit under Gotham.

Danny proceeds to "allow" them to date while he slowly absorbs the lazarus pit ecto.

Bruce is just happy he gets another son with his relationship, even better that Jason comes to visit whenever Danny and Hal do because he seems to relax him.

I sighed as I gazed out of a small window of the FFSS - the Fenton Family Space Station. My friends, Sam and Tucker, were both offline already because it was nighttime in Illinois. I was, quite frankly, lonely.

I used to think, as a child, that my parents would support my dream to be an astronaut. They were as obsessed with space as I used to be, after all. But, when we moved to the FFSS, they hadn’t let me fulfill my aspirations.

Instead it was all about aliens.

Yes, aliens! They dismissed my love for physics and space science and instead busied themselves with their anti-Spectre weaponry. And yep, they’d named their imaginary alien species after the also-nonexistent ghosts of horror movies and campfire stories.

The latest of their inventions was, supposedly, a machine that would create a wormhole directly to the home planet of the Spectre aliens. And, apparently, it was to be run on the unique life energies of the aliens. Which somehow didn’t mean they were using souls? Yeah.

The weird thing was that, unlike most of their inventions, this one did nothing but give a slight spark. I had to admit I was curious, and, gazing out at the achingly familiar stars, I had nothing better to do…

I would go check it out.

And so I did. I easily snuck into the lab, floating weightlessly through the largely unsupervised lab. My parents had taken a break for the day, in order to regain their otherwise endless enthusiasm. Spotting the huge metal frame of the artificial wormhole, I propelled myself away from the wall with my thin legs.

My aim, unfortunately, was a bit off, and instead of safely catching myself on the frame I went tumbling into the machine itself. Panicking and giving a yelp of surprise, I reached for a handhold. Instead, I crashed into the side of the wormhole generator. Damn, I’d have a bruise on that shoulder later!

I cried out in alarm as I spun to the back of the machine, but finally stopped my motion by clinging to a shallow ridge in the metal. “Phew,” I sighed, “That’s always terrifying.”

But, unfortunately, the machinery around me began to glow. An ominous hum began, soon growing so loud I could feel it in my molars. Hastily I braced my feet against the back of the wormhole generator and pushed towards safety.

I never made it.

Space tore open with a sound halfway between a loud tearing and the deafening crackle of electricity. I screeched in pain as the anomaly formed around me, I’m sure I did, but I couldn’t hear it. Soon, I couldn’t hear anything but the ringing in my ears.

I felt my body grow cold, the unbearable pain fading to a dull, full-body throb. My vision swam, and I saw not the green-white glow of the Spectre energy or the silver shine of the lab, but instead stars. These were not the familiar constellations of home…

But before I could contemplate what that meant, I fell into the black.

—

“Excuse me, sir. Are you awake yet?" A voice I didn’t recognize asked. The words didn’t sound like English, but… I knew what was being said.

With a groan that I noted carried an echo, I opened my eyes with great effort. It felt strange, wrong, but I couldn’t figure out why. Instead of pondering it with my sore brain, I looked at the person who I assumed had spoken.

Only to have my eyes fly open in shock at what I saw.

The creature was short, probably even shorter than me, and humanoid with green skin and red eyes. She - I was pretty sure it was female - had long blonde hair done in a strange approximation of a braid, and was wearing an elegant pale blue dress. Her bare feet floated just a small distance from the stone floor.

The most alarming part of her appearance was the mouthful of sharp fangs she had bared in a toothy smile. Or maybe it was the long, curved horns that reminded me of a demon’s. But perhaps it was the bright fluctuating aura that wavered around her like a white corona.

The strange woman spoke, "Ah, wonderful! I found you floating near a new portal and was quite concerned when you did not awaken. I am Princess Dorothea of the Kingdom of Aragon. And you are?" She - Princess Dorothea - gazed at me expectantly.

After a short silence, I recovered. It seemed like the odd creature was both kind and intelligent, and a part of a structured society. I wouldn’t need to worry very much about being eaten.

Probably.

"I’m Danny-" I broke off in surprise as I realized that I, too, was speaking in the unfamiliar language. My voice really did echo, and I felt that my teeth were definitely not the shape they were supposed to be. I started to panic internally when, upon running my tongue over them, they were all sharp as a shark’s.

The Princess apparently realized that something was wrong. "Er, Danny, is everything alright?”

“Do you have a bathroom? Or, any room with a mirror?" I asked with urgency.

"Yes, of course!" She answered with an air of surprise, "Right through that door-" She had barely finished her sentence when I launched myself into the room. I locked the door behind me before turning to face the mirror.

I gaped at myself… or what was supposed to be me. The reflection showed a tan-skinned thing with blindingly white hair that moved and shifted like ethereal flames. Its eyes - all four of them - were glowing an intense neon green with no pupils. One set was much smaller than the other, and rested low on its forehead. Its mouth was indeed filled with teeth as sharp as knives, and short claws protruded from its fingertips. It glowed in the same way the Princess did, and wore a black and white rendition of my clothes.

Another thing I noticed was that the weak bones and dilapidated muscles caused by the last six years of living in space had been replaced by healthy, strong tissue. I wasn’t about to complain about that, but…

I raised a hand to touch my tanned face, watching as my reflection did the same. "That’s… that’s me. I’m- what am I?”

“Danny? Or, if my assumption is correct, Danel?" Princess Dorothea called through the door, "Are you quite alright?”

I tried to take a deep, calming breath, but found that I didn’t need to do so. Instead, feeling more than slightly perturbed, I opened the door again and came face to face with my supposed rescuer. I bit my lip, careful of my new fangs, and decided to be truthful, "No, I don’t think I am. I didn’t look like this before I woke up, and before that the last thing I remember is being inside the wo- the portal when it opened. D'ya think you can help me out?“