#crossoverfic

(or: Young Justice accidentally becomes staff at a cosmic nap-time daycare)

So. Fun fact no one warned Danny about when he became half-ghost: He can stay awake for ages—literally, weeks or months with zero sleep. But when the tired hits?

He drops into a supernatural coma for 1,000–3,000 years.

Yes. Years. Clockwork confirmed it. Ran the math. Cackled. It was a whole thing.

The cause? Well… Danny once slammed the Time Medallion directly into his core. (Long story, lots of screaming, very “bad decisions speedrun.”)

His still-developing core went, “Oooh shiny snack” and absorbed the temporal energy. Now his ice core is part-time Time God.

Side Effects:

• Danny is basically immune to time shenanigans • His powers turbo-charged • His body now needs Ancient-Eldritch Reset Cycles

But Danny? He’s stubborn. He refuses to “sleep through” multiple human civilizations. So he and Clockwork jury-rig a solution:

Clockwork shoves him into a dimension with funky time physics. Danny gets a cozy apocalypse-proof bunker filled with eternal pillows, enchanted blankets, the whole sleep-paralysis-chic aesthetic.

And they… hire Pariah Dark’s Skeleton Legion as caretakers.

Surprisingly excellent at the job. They dust. They tidy. They protect. They set out snacks. It’s all very “undead butler” vibes.

Unfortunately… the locals eventually stumble upon the sacred nap chamber.

Instant cult formation. They cut a hole into the ceiling to drop offerings. The Skeleton Legion allows it because the offerings help with upkeep. Everyone’s happy.

Until the cult decides to chuck Bart Allen down the hole.

Right onto Danny’s bed.

Supposed sacrifice. Also an attempt at a living alarm clock.

When Wally shows up to rescue Bart, he finds:

Danny—deep in cosmic hibernation—clutching Bart like a comfort plushie And the Skeleton Legion attempting to gently, reverently, pry Bart free.

Wally: “…Uh??”

Bart: “I think they’re trying not to distress the Cuddle Deity???”

Wally: “Just phase out.”

Bart: “What if he wakes up and IMPRINTS?? I need a SUBSTITUTE SNUGGLE ITEM.”

Cue Wally zip-running across continents to gather armloads of giant plushies. Danny rejects every single one.

Meanwhile, Bart’s having a shockingly nice time: The Skeletons feed him like a beloved house cat. The cult dropped video games. The bed is one of the softest surfaces known to mortals.

He texts Young Justice for backup.

That’s when everything spirals.

The team vows to find a stuffed animal worthy of replacing Bart. They fail. Catastrophically.

Eventually, they institute the Cuddle Rotation: Each member takes turns being Danny’s designated snuggle-stand-in.

They bring a TV. Weights. Homework. Half-built gadgets. Snacks that should not be legally classified as food.

Danny’s sacred nap chamber becomes Young Justice’s unofficial off-world hideout.

And then one morning… Danny just gets up.

No holy light. No cosmic chanting. Just a very grumpy, very bed-headed eldritch teen shuffling toward the smell of coffee.

The YJ member on cuddle-duty is passed out beside him. Danny carefully detaches himself, pads into the makeshift kitchen, and is handed a mug before anyone processes events.

They chat for like ten minutes.

Then someone freezes mid-sentence.

“WAIT— You’re awake?! You’re NOT supposed to be conscious!”

Danny, deadpan, sipping coffee: “Why is my bedroom a teenage superhero crash pad?”

Young Justice: “OKAY BUT IN OUR DEFENSE—”

Some wips from my silly crossover comic (you can't tell from this but it's a jjk/bsd crossover bc I'm insane)

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ALIEN STAGE AU

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Contestants

Mizi–Yang

Sua– Blake

Till–Weiss

Ivan–Ruby

Luka–Winter

Acorn–Marrow

Durian–Harriet

Marty–Elm

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Rebellion 

Hyuna–Robyn

Isaac–Sun

Jacob–Jaune

Dewey–Penny

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Segyein

Heperu–Ironwood

Nigeh–Adam

Phan–Tyrian

Shine–Raven

Unsha–Salem

Urak–Jacques

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I’m a day late but here we are!  Chapter 9 is live!  Just one more to go!!  I am back in my comfort zone, character interaction and dialogue.  Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 10 is finally here!

And then there were four.

I rolled my eye lights as the three humans bickered. When I had Kris tell them to explain the so-called "strengthening" system of these weapons... Well, all three came up with different answers.

Which, with thinking about Kris and I being technically the same being, but so different... Makes sense as we have confirmed all four of us Legendary Heroes come from different Japans, or worlds to be exact.

So why are they saying the other is lying?

"HEY, HEY! CALM DOWN! WE SHOULDN'T FIGHT!" Sansy floated over with Papy, both brothers pulling at the souls of Ren and Motoyasu to seperate the trio.

"yeah. we are kind of up a shit creek without... oh, wrong saying," Papy flinched as he corrected himself.

Huh? Why was... Oh, yeah. My job as the taxi of the River Maze. I wonder if I can still access that place with our current situation. At least if we can get back to the Void, we can vacate any other Gasters who have ended up in there to this world.

Not a fix, but should be way safer than the constant threat of Anomalies trying to eat whatever code they find. Plus, I rather put my trust in other versions of myself than whatever so-called "help" that lousy excuse of a king was gathering. At least if there are other scientists and doctors like Kris and me, we could look into these Waves of Catastrophe properly instead of the half-assed way these humans been doing with summoning who-knows-what and throwing the poor souls into what sounds an all out slaughter.

Which, oddly, looking at my fellow heroes, they are all so young. Sure, techinically I was once human, but I was at least around Kris's age of about 200 years or so, off a few decades since comparing his now Darkner appearance to what he properly is as a magic skeleton. These three never seen the horrors of war. Hell, with the methods they told me... It almost sounds like they never been in a real...

I clapped my hands together and everyone jumped.

"Huh? What?" I yanked on Kris's sleeve to get his attention to my hands

-I think I figured it out.- I signed and opened up the menus.

Each of the humans said they played a game with similar settings to this world. I, myself, love to play MMORPGs and even got pretty well set up in a guild that got pretty good.

Yet, if I use that as a reference, what if the enhancement methods the trio talked about was not of the games they played... But instead it was the best way of enhancement overall for how the world's operating systems worked.

I noticed glitching and a prompt came up with the question if I wanted to adjust my current and only shield: Small Shield

I confirmed and took in a calming breathe.

I was never really good at this, but I've always done it to myself to keep my LOVe at 1. Plus, I currently have a little EXP to spend from the Anomalies I took out before this mess, so it is worth a shot. All I'll lost is EXP which is a win for me either way.

I touched the gem on my shield and felt myself submerged within the depths of its inner being. A huge web of symbols and lines, almost all dulled out. I went to the one that was dimmly glowed more than the others.

I held out my hand with a spark and pushed into the light. The symbol went ablazed and the flames flickered down the lines to other symbols... And branched into new lines and new symbols. I felt a flood of warmth before my senses returned to reality.

"You okay, Iwatani-san?" Itsuki asked.

Ah, right. I always took much longer than Coordinators. A big reason I never did it to others for payment.

Yet, looking through the menus and manual...

Adjustments and transfering of EXP and LOVe to improve stats and such. As well as new branches that demand... Oh, skulls.

Just what is going on with this weird ass world.

Well, let's focus first on my discovery as Adjustments weren't the only thing added to my menu and manual.

"📖⏺" I let the text boxes float up from my mouth.

"Wha?" Motoyasu voiced the confusion on all three humans' faces. Though, even Kris had a high brow arced.

Seriously? We both speak Wingdings and he never spoke shorthand?

"n says the book records?" Papy translated. "o-kay?" The twin skulls looked at each other with worried looks.

Itsuki and Ren, however, had their eyes widened. Itsuki motioned the air and narrowed his eyes. He nearly fell when something happened on the interface only visible to himself and me.

"Oh! The manual records new stuff as we learn it!" Itsuki grinned. "None of us are wrong, but instead all right!"

"But how?" Ren grimanced at his own menus. "I don't get your methods would work to make our weapons stronger." I motioned to Kris.

"Different operating systems, one unit?" Kris asked with decipering my signs. Oh, good. Was a bit worried as our sign lanuages were a bit different with some words.

However, seemed that got the idea across for Motoyasu and Ren.

"So our weapons act like hardware that can take on various software." Ren said as he gotten a glitchy interface. " Wait... Could this be why we can't work together? Our weapons' original systems conflicts with the others?"

"It would explain why we defaulted to different set ups." Motoyasu crossed his arms. "So to make up for not able to work together, we can share our enhancement methods with each other to increase our strength."

I snapped my fingers and did jazz hands with a grin.

"But, what's your method?" I felt the ice in the trio's glares at me.

"We shared ours, yet you haven't said... Oh, right..." They flinched at my double birdie.

"My method is called Adjustment." Kris translated. "It's a bit hard to explain, so it would be easier if you let me do it. I'm not that good, but it should allow the better users of this the means to do it."

"Wait, this isn't a video game mechanic?" Itsuki asked with a raised brow.

"AH! THAT!" Sansy jumped. "YOU REALLY SURE YOU WANNA TRY ADJUSTING THEIR WEAPONS? THEY AREN'T-"

I tapped my shield's gem and signed.

"They are similar enough. I got it to work." Kris crossed his arms. "But what is this Adjustment thing, dear brother." Kris gave me the "Dad Eyes." I felt my throat tightened into a gulp.

-Explain later. Just think of it as the simple version of what turned you from skeleton to human.- Kris's grimance deepened. -I just never thought I could go in reverse. Usually can get the advance method to work with turning human souls into monster kind.-

"I see. So it enhances the soul aspects of the weapons and users." Kris caught the hint and let it go. "It's magic, so it is a little hard to express it in... Human language?" Kris let out a sigh. "At least from our world, magic is usually more expressive than logically explained. Our kind... Our race of humans are the few able to express magic much like other magical races."

"So... You're mages." Ren said with a nod. "Like how VR is common in my world. In a way, it makes since considering Shields were bad in the game I played."

"Wait, the same for you, too?" Motoyasu asked in shock.

"My game also did Shields badly," Itsuki flinched. "Which makes it worse seeing you in a wheelchair, Iwatani-san. It's like you got no straw at all instead of the short straw."

What? I just raised an eyebrow with confusion.

How was being in a wheelchair bad? Hell, these were the best wheels I had in my life! Custom-made and foldable, perfect for someone like me who uses wheels for ease of life.

"ah, right. humans aren't used to n's type." Papy rolled his eyelight.

"I don't get it." Kris huffed. "Doesn't a wheelchair help increase my brother's abilities?"

"Ah, but we will be in combat." Motoyasu gave me a loot of pity. "How can a crippled person-"

Both twins burst into laughter while Kris glared daggers at the three humans. Ah, right, monster kind is used to having to adapt all sorts of ways to help each other living Underground... Especially after the pollution turned the River into the maze twisted with time and space itself.

"What... Oh," Ren went wide eyed. "Right, a mage. When I think how magic is used in the game... Of course a Legendary Hero specializing in magic would focus on defense."

"Huh?" Motoyasu cocked his head.

"Oh, yeah! Pure mages were always weak to close combat. So, instead of having a staff, you have a means of defense as you lob spells at the enemies."

"Wha? Don't cha mean bullets?" Kris snorted. "Spells are a human thing that lack any expression. Bullets are far faster and effect in combat than chanting stupid phrases." Kris snapped his fingers for a bone bullet to appear and he balanced it on the tip of one.

"B-Bullet?" All three asked before they went pale. "Like in... a bullet hell game?"

I guess one could call my magic akin to a magic bullet hell. I sure know the Eighth Fallen probably saw our fights as such.

"Bullet hell?" The skull twins and once skeleton asked with confused dazes.

Me?

I just gave a devish smile.

"👍"

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Trying to get out of the worldbuilding trap with writing linked short fics. This one came from the sketch above and just snowballed into this. Hope it is enjoyable as it was for me to write this.

Idea and summary

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Another sleepless night, full of tossing and turning, until Bela couldn't take it anymore and decided to abandon all hope of getting some rest. She got up into a sitting position on her bed, with her back leaning against the headboard. She folded her legs close to her body, the blanket still covering them, and she wrapped her arms around them, resting her head on her knees. It's the same every night. Sure, she will play it off like nothing is happening around other people, but it's those silent moments at night, when her head touches the pillow, the reality sets in, and she realizes that the time is ticking by and that every single second is bringing her closer to the inevitable moment she's supposed to repay her debt.

And every time she would close her eyes, the haunting images of her past and the things she did to save herself wouldn't let her mind rest. She thought that she would get used to it by now, and would have no problem falling asleep, but when you make a deal with a demon you know better and you cherish every moment you have. The moonlight danced over the hills visible from her apartment window, a few rays sliding through the white curtains, her figure still, the only sound in the room being her breath and a few sniffles here and there as a couple stray tears slip from her eyes. At the time, she thought it was the best solution to her problem. She just couldn't take it anymore, all the abuse was sending her on a path to madness if she didn't quickly do something about it. 

And having been introduced to the world of the darkness and demons, seeing no other way out, she took that deal and hasn't looked back for a very long time. Now, given that she's a lot older and has been through so much in her life, becoming a con artist and thief, she would often find herself lost in her own thoughts, wondering if there was possibly another way out of the situation she was in, but due to being so young and desperate, she made the choice that ultimately damned her for the rest of her life. Well, if she doesn't find a way to repay that debt, there is not a lot of "the rest of her life" left. There could be a way to make that payment and get the demons off her back, but should she take the shot? She's got nothing to lose after all, if she doesn't try every angle, she's gonna end up getting dragged to hell anyway, but that doesn't mean that she loves the idea of hurting someone else to save herself.

She has spent all this time convincing herself that she does, that from the moment she had her parents killed, she has lost all compassion of others, but deep down, she knew that wasn't true. Sure, she will never let anyone else know that, but she does, no matter how much she tries to hide it. It was about three weeks ago when Bela heard two vampire/werewolf hybrids talking about deals with demons. I guess they had their own ones to deal with, but the information they shared was way too useful to her, that she was maybe a little less careful than she normally is in order to be able to hear every single word out of their mouths. According to the hybrids, the blood of a doppelgänger is what is needed to break the deal. Sacrifice. Bela knew that her doppelgänger had to be somewhere out there, she just had to be. And the more she thought about it the more she was ready to head out in search for her.

At least she'd have another reason to stay awake at night, not just the fear of reality. Maybe that fades for a while as she's focused on getting out of it all? It wouldn't hurt more to try and save herself, she thought and got up from bed, turning on the lights and getting a bag out of her closet, filling it neatly with her clothes and all the necessary items for her journey. She honestly didn't even know where to start, but she has seen that there is this town, called Mystic Falls, that had plenty of "animal attacks" recently. There is no way that many animal attacks were taking place in such a small town.

There has to be something going on there. Something supernatural. And she was hoping that at least one of the vampires out there or any other creature knows about her doppelgänger. She went to a witch just a few days after finding out what needed to be done to save her soul and the witch told her only the name. Rose-Marie. There has to be someone who knows her, and Bela was determined to find it out. The foggy image, etched in smoke that the witch projected in front of her, contained the way her doppelgänger might look.

She didn't trust this witch enough to fully believe that was what she looks like, as Bela knew this particular which was prone to scamming people into going on a suicide mission and then feeding off their energy, and that was, in a way keeping her from taking the first step, but every time she would look at a clock, Bela would realize that her time is just slipping and that it was time she does something about it. So she got her things in the trunk of her car and got in. Sighing deeply, she started the engine and officially started her journey.