#dad danny

Danny Fenton had lived a life far too strange for someone who wasn’t even twenty.

He’d died at fourteen, come back with ghost powers, fought his own evil future self, and somehow survived high school. By nineteen, he thought the universe had finally decided to leave him alone.

Then Clockwork showed up holding a tiny, furious, three-year-old version of Dan.

A toddler with glowing red eyes. A toddler who could melt doorknobs with a tantrum. A toddler who refused to be put to bed unless Danny lay beside him and hummed off-key lullabies.

Clockwork placed Dan into Danny’s arms like handing someone a baby tiger and announced, “Rehabilitation is most effective with early intervention. Congratulations, Daniel. You’re a father now.”

And just… left.

Danny stood there, a nineteen-year-old ex-ghost hero, cradling a three-year-old who—at full power—could disintegrate continents.

Then the toddler nuzzled into his shirt and drooled on him.

Meanwhile, in the Future

Flash arrived in a timeline of smoldering ash, the sky split and warped like reality had been pulled apart by giant claws. The ruins of cities stretched for miles, scorched down to the bones.

The only name whispered by the trembling survivors:

Dan.

A great evil. A monster in a fake human form.

Flash barely escaped with his life. Glowing red eyes haunted him. He sprinted back to the present, heart pounding, mind racing.

Dan was coming.

He had to warn everyone.

The Justice League Meeting

Flash burst into the Watchtower, panting.

“GUYS—WORLD—ENDING—DAN—EVIL—HELP!”

Batman narrowed his eyes. “Slow down.”

Superman gently placed a hand on Flash’s shoulder. “Take a breath.“

Flash didn’t.

“Some guy named Dan destroys the entire planet in the future! I don’t know who he is—I don’t know what he looks like—all I know is that he’s powerful enough to wipe out the League, several times over!”

“Cause?” Batman asked immediately.

Flash hesitated. “No idea. But… It sounded personal. Emotional. Like something broke him.”

That got everyone’s attention.

A being strong enough to unmake the world… driven by heartbreak?

Not ideal.

The League spread out their intel teams.

They dug through databases.

They searched for the name Dan.

Nothing.

But if there was going to be an apocalypse child, they swore they’d find him.

Protection Detail: Beginning Unknowingly

Danny, meanwhile, was living his best low-budget college life.

He was taking night classes, working part-time at a ghost-free café, and raising a toddler who called him “Dada” in a surprisingly demonic tone when cranky.

Dan clung to him constantly—shirt, leg, arm—like Danny was a portable emotional support human.

Danny didn’t mind.

It was weirdly… nice.

One day Danny stopped at a park so Dan could feed ducks without accidentally overshadowing them. Dan's control over his powers was a bit wonky with the de-ageing.

Flash spotted them first.

And immediately froze when he heard the older black haired man call the toddler Dan. and he saw the todllers eyes flash that terrifying Red.

That’s Dan! That’s the world-ender! And that’s—who is that holding him?

Then Dan stretched his arms out toward Danny and chirped, “Dadaaa!”

And Danny scooped him up with the kind of fond exasperation usually reserved for parents of clingy toddlers.

Flash’s brain did a barrel roll.

Oh god. Oh no. It’s his father. Something happens to his father—that’s what makes future Dan snap!

Flash vanished in a streak of lightning to warn the League.

Screw finding Dan—he’d already found the key.

They needed to protect… the dad.

Within 24 Hours:

—Superman began casually “flying by” Danny’s route to class.

—Wonder Woman “coincidentally” started getting coffee from the shop where Danny worked.

—Batman installed surveillance drones around Danny’s apartment building. (Tim removed the ones Batman missed because they were too obvious, but left the rest. Just in case.)

—Green Lantern offered Danny free rides whenever his car wouldn’t start.

—Martian Manhunter shapeshifted into an elderly neighbor “who needed help carrying groceries,” just so Danny wouldn’t go anywhere alone.

Danny thought Gotham had been weird.

This was weirder.

People were so nice here.

He told Dan, “Wow, buddy. Metropolis is so friendly!”

Dan, perched on his hip and eating Cheerios out of a plastic container, nodded seriously. “Fwiendwy.”

Sure, he still sometimes hissed at Superman (instinct?), but Superman didn’t take it personally.

He learned to carry candy.

Dan could be bribed.

The League’s Strategy

Batman presented the new tactical plan:

Operation Keep-Danny-Alive-So-His-Son-Doesn’t-End-the-World

Superman raised a hand. “Shouldn’t we also… help him? Parent?”

Batman glared. “I am helping.”

“By installing laser grids in his kitchen?”

“He leaves the stove on.”

Flash nodded vigorously. “He DOES.”

Green Lantern sighed. “Guys, we aren’t co-parenting. We’re literally the Justice League.”

Everyone looked at him.

Cyborg raised a brow. “Bro, we already are.”

Danny Notices Something Weird

One morning Danny opened his apartment door to find a basket full of:

diapers

toddler toothpaste

superhero-themed onesies

and a note that read: “You’re doing great.” – A Friend

Danny blinked.

“…Huh.”

Dan climbed into the basket like a cat and declared, “MINE.”

The Big Misunderstanding

The League formed rotating shifts.

Superman covered mornings.

Flash afternoons.

Batman nights (and early mornings… and midday… honestly he never left).

Wonder Woman took weekends and taught Danny self-defense “for fun.”

Danny remained convinced he’d just become very popular.

Dan adored the attention.

His favorite was Superman, because Superman lifted him high into the air and didn’t even cry when Dan bit him the first time.

But the League kept their distance from Dan’s future identity.

Never reveal what he becomes.

Never scare him.

Never show fear.

Flash repeated to himself: He’s just a toddler. Just a toddler. Just a—please stop melting your spoon—just a toddler.

The Inevitable Moment

One afternoon Danny crouched down, fixing Dan’s little red hoodie.

“You okay, buddy?”

Dan nodded, arms already raised to be picked up. Danny lifted him, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

Three tiny ghostly giggles escaped the kid.

Then—

A crackle of lightning. a Boom of thunder and a downpour of rain that had Danny giggling.

Flash froze mid-step.

Batman stepped in front of them instinctively.

Superman hovered, ready to intercept anything.

Because Dan’s eyes glowed red for just a moment.

Tiny, but unmistakable.

Dan looked around at the superheroes who were now half-circling them.

“…Hi,” he said shyly, burrowing into Danny’s shoulder.

Danny waved cheerfully at the crowd of extremely tense heroes. “Oh! Hey guys! Great day for a walk, right?”

Flash’s soul left his body.

He’s so… so… wholesome.

This is the guy we’re protecting? THIS CINNAMON ROLL?

Oh my god Future Dan definitely snapped because this sweet man died horribly—how do we PREVENT THAT—

Superman nodded solemnly. “Beautiful weather.”

Batman didn’t blink.

Wonder Woman stepped forward. “Danny, we’d be honored to… escort you home.”

Danny beamed. “Wow, you guys don’t have to be so nice!”

The League’s unified internal screaming reached the heavens.

And So…

Danny remained blissfully unaware of the global protection detail guarding him 24/7.

Dan remained clingy, chaotic, and weirdly polite to superheroes so long as he had snacks.

The League remained terrified of upsetting a toddler.

And Flash?

Flash prayed daily that whatever the cause of Dan’s future rampage that took his dad from him never happened…

Dpxdc

One of the many perks that came with being crowned Ghost King was the ability to remember his past lives. At first, he hadn’t thought much of it. Sure, it was interesting, but in the end, those were different people who had lived different lives. He was someone new now — with some leftover abilities, knowledge, and instincts, but nothing more.

Or so he thought.

He hadn’t taken into account his most recent past life. The one where he’d been the biological parent of Bruce Wayne. And no matter how young he looked now, that love hadn’t faded. If anything, it only made things stranger.

Because now, his son was his boss.

And, somehow, that wasn’t even the worst part.

Danny Fenton was many things. A half-ghost superhero who defended the world from Pariah Dark and Freakshow. After too many sleepless nights and close calls—not to mention his ghost dog Cujo chewing on his homework—he had quietly retired. He was the guy whose parents still hadn’t figured out he wasn’t fully human. He thought he was Meta.

But most importantly, Danny Fenton was a dad.

So when he heard that Dani—his Dani—had been listed as a villain in not one, but two superhero databases, he nearly went ghost on the spot.

It started with news clips and videos.

The Young Justice team had faced off against a “dangerous meta-girl” wreaking havoc in Metropolis. Then the Titans’ database followed suit: Dani Phantom, listed under “threat classification,” with images of her mid-fight, green blasts glowing in her palms.

Danny’s eye twitched.

“That’s it,” he muttered, slamming the laptop shut. “I’m filing a complaint.”

Somehow, he found himself at the Justice League Support & Complaints Office, a glassy tower that seemed designed to drown visitors in paperwork. He was dressed in jeans and a hoodie, a civilian through and through.

The receptionist looked up, unimpressed. “Name?”

“Danny Fenton. I need to file a report.”

“What kind?”

“The kind where your databases are wrong and you’re slandering my kid.”

Within ten minutes, Danny was standing in a small conference room, armed with nothing but his laptop and a clicker. Three interns and a weary support officer sat across from him, trying to look interested. Danny had the kind of righteous fury only a dad could muster.

He clicked to his first slide.

“First point: She is adorable.”

A candid picture of Dani filled the screen. Her cheeks were puffed as she tried to lick an ice cream cone bigger than her head. Sprinkles were stuck in her hair.

The interns shifted. One coughed.

Danny clicked again.

“Point number two: She is my baby girl. Look at this sweater! LOOK AT IT!”

The next slide showed Dani drowning in an enormous, pumpkin-orange knit monstrosity clearly meant for her grandfather, Jack Fenton. The sleeves dangled past her hands. Her pout could have powered Gotham for a week.

“Point number three: She can’t do wrong.”

The slide showed Dani asleep on the couch, an open book on her chest: The Illustrated History of Amity Park.

“Point four: She is a good girl. Brushing her teeth. Three times a day.”

The slideshow displayed her mid-brush, grinning with foamy toothpaste as if she’d won the lottery.

“This,” Danny said, pointing at the photo, “is the embodiment of heroism and moral correctness.”

By slide twenty—Dani helping a stray cat out of a tree while scowling at the camera—the support officer had pinched the bridge of his nose so hard it was a miracle he hadn’t given himself a migraine.

“Mr. Fenton,” he tried, “while your… presentation is very thorough—”

“Thorough? THOROUGH? This is definitive proof!” Danny jabbed the clicker like it was a weapon. “Your Young Justice brats and those Titans need glasses. Dani isn’t a villain. She’s a misunderstood teenager.”

The door opened with a faint swish.

The officer paled. “Sir, we told you—”

“Move,” came a gravelly voice.

Batman entered. Full cape. Full cowl. Full intimidation factor. In broad daylight.

The Flash zipped in behind him, holding two cups of coffee. “Bats, chill. I’ve got this guy caffeinated. Don’t glare him to death.”

Danny froze mid-slide, staring at the Dark Knight looming over him. It had been a long time since he’d seen him—not since visiting Amity Park to see where the hero had gone.

Then Batman sat down.

The room went very, very quiet.

“I know how you feel,” Batman said, his voice low and tired in a way only parents understand. “People don’t understand. My son, Red Hood, is not a villain. He’s just misunderstood.”

Danny blinked. Once. Twice. “Wait… seriously?”

“Seriously.”

For a moment, the two men just sat there. One wore a cape; the other, a hoodie. Worlds apart, but united in the quiet suffering of parenthood.

“But where did I go wrong?” Danny blurted. “I was a hero before I retired! Is it because her mom is a retired villain? Is that why she’s being judged like this?!”

Flash choked on his coffee. “Wait—you’re married to—”

Batman answered the unspoken question: "Blackfire."

“Komand’r Fenton,” Danny said firmly. “She fell into Amity Park years ago. She needed help. I saved her. She stuck around.” His ears flushed red. “She’s actually really good with housework. She loves the wedding ring. She doesn’t do the villain thing anymore.”

The room fell silent.

Batman tilted his head. “I did the same with Catwoman. But I don’t think that’s the problem.” His voice softened—just barely. “My others are heroes. Sometimes the world doesn’t see the whole picture.”

Danny slumped in his chair, rubbing his face. “Great. So it’s not me. It’s the world. Fantastic.”

From the doorway, an intern whispered, “Is this really happening?”

“Yes,” the support officer muttered, already writing DO NOT LIST DANI PHANTOM AS VILLAIN in big red letters on a form.

By the time Danny packed up his slideshow, Batman had vanished into the shadows (despite it being noon), and Flash had slipped him a voucher for a free coffee.

As Danny walked out of the League tower, he couldn’t help but smile. Dani’s record would be cleared. She’d never know how ridiculous the whole thing had been.

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“Danny! Danny,” Damian called he skittered into Danny’s classroom.

Danny was human more than not those days, sustained by the close proximity to ‘the pit’. It was effort, more than was perhaps wise to expend, but it was worth it to watch over Damian. It was worth it to see these rare moments of Damian acting like the child he was.

“Yes, Damian?” Danny asked. He didn’t try to hide his amusement as he turned to look at the little lord.

“Danny,” Damian said again before gulping in a huge breath. “There is another child here!”

Back at it again with a DPxDC prompt.

It does have deaged Dani (Ellie)

Only this time its KonxDanny idea!~

Supernova, Kon's new hero name since Jon took over the Superboy name now, wasn't expecting to be called out to... especially in the sky... by another floating/flying person and-

WOW

They were cute as heck.

Glowing green eyes, and white hair, a bit shorter than him. He was floating in the air with a soft glow around himself as well.

And he was holding a white haired, very similar looking toddler in his arms, only the toddler had longer hair that was tied in pigtails. And the toddler was staring at Kon with large, almost sparkling eyes.

Danny's been the Ghost King for hundreds of years now his family has long since passed, Dan isn't around anymore since he's been helping Clockwork with Timeline screwups (something to do with flashes? He wasn't really paying attention) and well Dani's off exploring and discovering places, I mean she comes back occasionally but not as often as Danny would like, so Danny decided why not visit a human realm, and so he does, he explores the cities and stars, he doesn't really hide he's not human looking with his pointed ears, long fangs, and glowing eyes, and while he was there some lucky bastard got some of his DNA. This person also just so happens to be the person to switch Lex's DNA with a much stronger candidate (aka Danny)

Danny hadn't noticed at the moment cause it was a busy train ride, but he did immediately notice when a new life came to be, immediately claiming him as one of the parents, so of course he immediately went to go look and see what that was about cause he doesn't remember sleeping with someone? And he hasn't even been here that long for a baby to be born? And after some searcing he finds a lab and a baby in the tube and we'll, he went completely feral at the sight and destroyed the building, which caught some of the Justice League's attention and all they find is a destroyed building owned by Cadmus.

Danny is now back in the apartment he was renting while he was taking a vacation from being the Ghost King (he was lonely), with his brand new baby he'd guess around 3 months old but he's not an expert, and he just falls in love with him the same way he did with Dani but the thing is the baby isn't a Halfa like him even with his DNA he's more like Jazz with being extremely liminal (so mostly all the instincts of a ghost but none of the powers), and we'll Jazz couldn't ever really stay long in the zone before she'd end up a permanent resident, so taking this baby with him back to the zone was a no go, at least not for long periods of time.

So that's where he's been for the last two months with his baby who he named Conner Nightingale, Nightingale after his fake ID for this human life, and he's just adoring being a father and sure he wonders sometimes who the other parent is but he can't exactly take Conner to a normal hospital, cause of the ghost biology, except the few checkups with Frostbite telling him the other parent isn't human, Dani was also told about her new nephew and loves bringing him new toys to see if he'll like it whenever she comes around.

While Danny has been taking care of Conner the Justice League has been trying to figure out what happened with that Cadmus building was doing before it got destroyed, and found out it was a cloning lab, who they were trying to clone they haven't found yet cause of the scattered/destroyed files...

It's been a handful of years and Ellie has joined the YJL

The YJL has the misunderstanding that her dad is dead

Which you know not exactly wrong but why do they think this?

Cuz Ellie and Danny are both little gremlin shits that found out they could speak to each other and hear each other no matter the distance or dimension,

So like I said little shits TM that they are decides to make it look like a prayer while speaking

So every time she says

"Oh yea let me just go tell my dad"

and then proceeds to put her hands together very obviously in a prayer.

This only somewhat stops when the heroes are in a rather tight spot and need some help, and Ellie goes "let me call my dad" in her usual prayer form and then the air beside her gets ripped open and this twink of a man who barely looks any older than her pops out like

" Yo I'm here to help!"

Now they think Ellie is a demi-human and Danny some sort of God.

" Oops? "

~

Teen dad Danny Fenton moving into Crime Alley and getting a reputation for helping. Street kids willing to babysit Ellie and Dan while he’s job hunting can spend the night, have a meal, get cash, whichever they choose. Sec workers who do Ellie’s hair/nails/babysit some nights also get the same benefits. He will treat anyone with injuries for the low price of showing Ellie and Dan their guns/taking them to the observatory/getting him job opportunities.

All of the people in Crime Alley know the single meta dad with two kids, who has helped half the alley at least. Everyone is also aware of how Ellie calls her other parent ‘The Bastard’, and how bad their nightmares are, the ones they have to call Danny for(A few of his repeat guests have seen the scars and burns on his arms. Some of the older street kids recognize that hunted look he gets when people touch him when he doesn’t know they are there. Some of the sec workers notice how protective he is of his kids, and the younger workers. No matter who they are, they all notice how Dan gets quiet and angry when asked about his ‘other dad’. They all have sworn never to let those kids go back to the other dad, Danny included. They are a part of Crime Alley now, and they protect their own)