#dc crossover

Danny Fenton gets detention on his second day at Gotham Academy.

Official reason: “disruptive commentary.”

Unofficial reason: he told a substitute teacher that their “vibe felt like a hostage situation waiting to happen” and then tried to give conflict-resolution advice mid-lecture.

Damian is also in detention.

For unrelated reasons.

They do not speak.

The room is quiet. Boring. Normal.

Then the window opens.

No one touched it.

Danny glances over. “Oh. Hey.”

Damian immediately reaches for a weapon.

Because standing outside the third-floor window is a Gotham rogue who definitely should not be there.

“Relax,” Danny says. “He’s not here for that.”

“That is a criminal,” Damian replies flatly.

“Yeah, but like… he’s having a moment.”

The rogue climbs in, looking less threatening and more… frustrated.

“I tried it your way,” he snaps at Danny. “Didn’t work.”

Damian freezes.

“You know this individual.”

Danny shrugs. “We talked yesterday.”

“You talked to a rogue.”

“Yeah, he needed advice.”

This is already spiraling.

More spiraling happens when another figure appears at the window.

Then another.

Within ten minutes, detention has:

One vigilante-in-training (angry)

One civilian (unbothered)

Three Gotham rogues (confused, irritated, but oddly cooperative)

The teacher has not returned.

Danny claps his hands once.

“Okay, cool, everyone’s here.”

Damian: “…Everyone?”

Danny: “Yeah, we’re doing a follow-up.”

“A follow-up to what.”

Danny gestures vaguely. “Bad decisions.”

One of the rogues points at him. “You said if we didn’t escalate, things would go smoother.”

“They would’ve,” Danny says. “You skipped step two.”

“There were steps?”

“There are always steps.”

Damian is watching a known criminal argue about process with a teenager who should not be in charge of anything.

“Why are you listening to him,” Damian demands.

The rogue pauses.

“…He’s weirdly convincing.”

Danny nods. “Thank you.”

This continues.

Danny mediates.

Not fights. Not threats. Just… talks.

He breaks down their plans like they’re group projects that went off the rails.

“You’re overcomplicating it,” he tells one. “You don’t actually want the chaos, you want the reaction to the chaos. Different problem.”

“You’re focusing on the wrong target,” he tells another. “That’s why it keeps blowing up in your face.”

At one point, he hands someone a piece of paper.

“Write down what you actually want to happen,” Danny says. “Not the dramatic version. The real version.”

“…This is stupid.”

“Do it anyway.”

They do.

Damian sits there, absolutely still.

Because this should not be working.

These are criminals.

They should not be calmly discussing motivations in a detention room like this is normal.

And yet—

No one is fighting.

No one is escalating.

For once, Gotham’s chaos is… contained.

Directed.

Almost manageable.

Damian finally interrupts.

“You are interfering with active criminal behavior.”

Danny looks at him. “Yeah.”

“That is not your role.”

“Maybe,” Danny says. “But it helps.”

“It is not sustainable.”

Danny shrugs. “Neither is what they’re doing now.”

Silence.

One of the rogues raises a hand slightly.

“…So what’s step two?”

Danny smiles.

“Glad you asked.”

By the time the teacher comes back, the room is empty.

Except for Danny and Damian.

The window is closed.

Everything looks normal.

“What happened here,” the teacher asks slowly.

Danny brightens. “Group discussion.”

Damian says nothing.

Because later that night, reports come in.

Fewer incidents.

Plans abandoned halfway through.

Rogues… hesitating.

Not stopping completely.

Just… reconsidering.

Damian finds Danny on the roof after school the next day.

“You are altering behavioral patterns,” he says.

Danny leans back on his hands. “I’m talking to people.”

“They are not people. They are threats.”

Danny looks at him, expression quieter than usual.

“They’re both.”

Damian doesn’t respond.

Because he doesn’t have a counter for that yet.

Damn it, this misunderstanding is going to drive all the members of the Batfamily crazy

this but also they’re so utterly dumb and there’s always some kind of misunderstanding tearing them apart. it’s easy to set one up in a crossover such as pjo x dc because of the secrecy surrounding being a demigod, but even in canon that’s the case.

my favourite example stems from Jason’s continued anger at being unavenged. lots of “fans” like to use that as an argument to tear him down but like. when was he ever made aware of what his family did for him while he was dead?

“Bruce tried to kill the Joker!” was Jason ever told about that or is Bruce too ashamed of his “moral failing” to ever mention it again?

“Dick killed the Joker!” for Tim. and then Bruce brought him back. and did Dick ever tell Jason that or did he gaslight himself into thinking it didn’t count as to preserve his own sanity?

and such other examples.

the batfam is full of detectives, sure, but it has more cons that anything else. it feels to me like there’s both an expectation of trust (they’re all “colleagues” and should trust one another or something i guess) and a deep rooted belief that the others should be able to figure out what went unsaid (they’re detectives and have the skills to do so).

so yeah. idiots, the lot of them.

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖𝑀𝓎 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝓃, 𝑀𝓎 𝒢𝒾𝓇𝓁˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 1. . .

Tags !: Usagi Tsukino! Reader, AFAB! Reader x Damian Wayne, fluff, hurt/comfort, sailor moon crossover au, 1.1k words!

Context !: [Name] [Last name] has known Damian Wayne since middle school. She's a crybaby and lazy at times but has a good soul at heart. Most recently though, her and Damian started dating. All while balancing secretly being a moon princess and crime fighter known as Sailor Moon behind Damian's back. Little did she know Damian holds a similar secret.

Background info !: By this time, Reader already has all of the senshi together. For the sake of the story orginally in their first life Mamoru and Reader died because of their friendship, not their relationship. So their friendship caused a political divide between the two kingdoms causing there to be a war. Chibi-usa has been introduced, and Damian doesn't know she's his and reader's future daughter. But he has met her.

You and Damian have been dating for a couple months now since the start of Freshman year in high school, and have known each other since the start of middle school. An unlikely pair, but regardless a pair who's meant to be together.

He knows your habits and your clumsiness, as well as your constant procrastination to which he berates you about. While you know his hard working nature, and although he might seem closed off at times, he's really kind and handsome.

You two were currently in the library of Wayne manor. Damian was studying as you flipped through pages of manga. The afternoon light flooded into the room, amplifying the calmness of the space as Damian's pen glided on a piece of paper.

You looked over to look at him, your heart filling with love and adoration. You leaned your head on his shoulder smiling. Damian looked over to you and put his head on yours.

"What're you studying about Dami?" leaning to see what he is doing.

"Anatomy. What're you reading about beloved?"

"Card Captor sakura."

"Wait, is that my copy...?"

You gave him a smirk and he smiled at you kissing your cheek.

"You said I could borrow it!" You tried explaining between giggles.

"I know! I have more if you want to borrow some."

Your communicator started beeping.

"Uh... I gotta go! I forgot to feed Luna and gotta get home!" You said rushing to get your things.

"Okay be careful beloved." Damian said as he leaned in to getting a quick peck, you quickly leaned in giving him a quick peck as you rushed outside. Damian followed behind you making sure you don't fall due to your clumsiness.

"Bye Damian! Bye Mr. Pennyworth! Damian tell your Dad I said hi! Bye!" You rushed out as you yelled behind you.

You opened up your communicator and saw Luna. "What's wrong Luna?"

"Monster attack on the east of Gotham. The others need you [Name]! "

"I'lll be there soon...!"

You found an empty alley and transformed. When you got there the others were struggling. Sailor Mars, Mercury, and Venus were doing back to back attacks on one monster as the others fought two other monsters.

"Sailor Moon! Now!" They called out

You ended up summoning your scepter and finishing the battle. After finishing the battle though, there was this weird left over residue. Ami called Luna through the help of her glasses to get to the command center. You all ended up scrambling back to the command center so Ami, Luna and Artemis could run a full report on this new enemy.

"There's been a new genetically advanced monster. We don't know how, or what is causing it but it leaves goo that contains genetic information that is altered."

"It also has hints of magical residue as well." Ami added.

Chibi-Usa took a breath. "Does this mean we have a new enemy to fight...?"

Mina hummed. "No matter what, we have to stay together."

Haruka and Makoto nodded. "Yeah, we also have to protect our princess." Haruka said.

"It feels as if every time we defeat an enemy a new one always comes." Michiru sighed.

"Ami and I will be checking for anything strange. We also have to figure out the new enemy because nothing has been out of the ordinary except the new monsters that barely showed up today." Setsuna spoke up.

Chibi-Usa and Hotaru were holding hands together.

“We have to keep having hope everyone… For a better future…” You said softly.

You ended up walking home with Chibi-Usa. It was dark by then so you both walked quickly.

“[Name?]”

“Yes Chibi-Usa?”

“Are you scared of the new enemy?”

You sucked in air, “I- I… a little. But we are guardians, and we have to keep fighting to protect this world because it is our mission.”

She smiled up at you. “Yeah! Cause we’re sailor guardians!”

For the rest of the night you ended up doing your usual routine, showering, brushing your hair, and getting ready for bed. Since you became or more specifically found out you were Princess Serenity, your hair has  started to glow in the moonlight. You stayed out looking out to the night, the night was a bit cloudy, like every other night in Gotham; but the moon shone like a pearl in the sky. You sighed, looking up at the sky. All of a sudden you saw Robin leaping from roof to roof stopping at the other side of the street. He was looking at you. No one else. You. 

Robin’s expression despite the mask shifted. He looked at your face, then at your hair. A gesture between genuine confusion, but also one of disbelief. He finally noticed you looking back at him, and left retreating back into the shadows of the night. Until his shape faded into the clouds and the city. 

You were left dumbfounded by the encounter. Robin had the similar mannerisms as Damian, shaking it off as coincidence as you fell asleep. 

In the morning the usual shenanigans occurred, and you waited out for Damian to pull up to the driveway. You got in and noticed he was more tired than usual, he looked paler too.

“Dami… are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine, beloved. Don’t worry about me.” You grabbed Damian's hand holding it gently, as you frowned at him. He simply gave a small smile and everything was silent for the rest of the ride. The rest of the day was calm. You simply had lunch with the others and Damian, picked up Chibi-Usa along with Damian, dropped her off and hung out with Damian for a bit at Wayne Manor.

“Hey Dami? Do you think it’s okay if I stay over?” 

“I’m sure you can. Do you have extra clothes? So we can go pick some up.” 

“Nah. I think I’ll use your clothes.” You said smiling at him.

You two ended up having a nice afternoon, you watched a movie together, played a board game, and Damian forced you to study together. Ultimately falling asleep tangled in his bed. When you woke up it was the middle of the night. Your communicator had gone off and Luna’s voice echoed over the empty room. She warned you about a monster in the middle of Gotham. Damian wasn’t in bed. Which wasn’t unusual because he would sometimes mysteriously disappear and then reappear again so you didn’t really think nothing of it. 

You ended up transforming, and leaving through the window. When the battle finished you hopped away to Wayne manor, and reentered through the window like you have done many times through this past year. Except this time, you found yourself face to face with Robin himself without the mask, revealing himself to be your boyfriend, and you mid detransformation. As you looked shock, Damian was equally shocked, with a slight face of betrayal.

Gotham Academy has a ghost.

Not a metaphor. Not a rumor. An actual, documented, deeply annoying haunting that the staff refuses to acknowledge because “funding would be affected.”

Lights turn off in empty rooms. Lockers slam. Footsteps echo in halls that should be empty. Every few months, a student swears something whispered their name.

Most people cope by ignoring it.

Damian Wayne does not ignore threats.

He has a plan, a schedule, and exactly zero patience for supernatural interference in his education.

Then Danny Fenton transfers in.

And on his first day, the haunting… stops.

Not completely. Just around him.

Lights don’t flicker when he walks by. The cold spots vanish. The whispering goes quiet, like something just got told to behave.

Damian notices immediately.

“This is your doing,” he says.

Danny looks genuinely confused. “What is?”

“The disturbance.”

“What disturbance?”

Damian stares at him.

Danny shrugs. “I thought this school just had bad wiring.”

It gets worse from there.

Because Danny starts talking to empty rooms.

Not in a creepy way. In a casual, “hey, can you not do that right now?” kind of way.

Once, during study hall, a book flies off a shelf across the room.

Before anyone can react, Danny sighs.

“Dude, seriously? I’m trying to focus.”

The book… floats back.

Silently.

Gently.

The entire class freezes.

Danny flips a page in his notebook like nothing happened.

Damian changes tactics.

If this is a hostile entity, then Fenton is either controlling it or negotiating with it. Both are unacceptable variables.

So he follows him.

After hours. Empty halls. The kind of quiet Gotham only has right before something goes wrong.

Danny walks like he knows where he’s going.

He stops in front of an old, unused classroom. The door creaks open on its own.

“You gonna come out or what?” Danny says, leaning against the frame.

The temperature drops.

Something moves inside the room. Not visible. Just… present.

Damian reaches for a weapon.

Danny doesn’t.

“Yeah, I know,” Danny continues, softer now. “They’re loud. They don’t mean anything by it.”

The air shifts.

A desk scrapes across the floor.

Damian steps forward. “Fenton—”

“Hold on,” Danny says, not looking away from the empty space. “We’re talking.”

Talking.

To nothing.

Except it’s not nothing.

The presence in the room feels wrong. Old. Fractured. Like it’s been stuck here too long.

Danny tilts his head, listening.

“…Oh,” he says quietly. “That’s why.”

The tension eases. Just a little.

“What is it saying?” Damian demands.

Danny hesitates.

Then, “It doesn’t remember leaving.”

Silence.

Even the building seems to hold its breath.

Danny pushes off the doorframe and steps inside like this is normal, like this is safe.

“It’s not trying to hurt anyone,” he says. “It’s just… stuck. Keeps replaying the same stuff over and over.”

The air shifts again. Less sharp this time.

“Can you help it?” Damian asks, before he can stop himself.

Danny glances back, expression oddly serious.

“…Yeah,” he says. “I think so.”

He turns back to the empty room.

“Hey,” he says gently. “You don’t have to stay here.”

The lights flicker once.

Twice.

Then go still.

The cold fades.

The pressure lifts.

Whatever was there… is gone.

Danny exhales like he just finished something difficult.

“Okay,” he mutters. “That should do it.”

Damian stands in the doorway, trying to process.

“You exorcised it,” he says.

Danny winces. “I mean… not like that. I just helped it move on.”

“That is what exorcism is.”

“Yeah, but mine’s less… dramatic.”

Damian studies him.

This boy who walks into haunted rooms without fear. Who speaks to the dead like they’re just people having a bad day. Who treats something dangerous like it deserves patience instead of violence.

“…You are highly irregular,” Damian decides.

Danny grins, just a little tired. “Yeah, I get that a lot.”

The next day, Gotham Academy is quiet.

No flickering lights. No whispers. No slammed doors.

For the first time in years, the building feels… normal.

Students celebrate.

Teachers relax.

Damian watches Danny from across the room.

Because the ghost is gone.

But Danny?

Danny is still here.

And somehow, that feels like the bigger anomaly.

Google Translate sorry

You mentioned that the New Gods: Nezha Reborn version of Wukong would make a good father for Marcus. If he had raised him, would Marcus have been a clone, or would he have had a mother? If Wukong had had a one-night stand with a woman, would he have accepted baby Marcus as his son right away, or would it have taken time? Would baby Marcus have been born as a monkey or a human in the New Gods: Nezha Reborn universe?

Thanks for the ask.

Before I answer, I need to say my piece: I don't like the idea of Sun Wukong having a one-night stand with a woman. It's debasing towards both characters, one who becomes a Buddha, the other is a fridge female character who exists just for the male characters.

It was one of my gripes with DC Monkey Prince

Since New Gods Sun Wukong was said to be a creation of Nüwa, I personally think that Marcus would have an Lego Monkie Kid MK backstory: another creation of Nüwa who is found and adopted.

It makes an interesting parallel to Sun Wukong's backstory: a stone monkey born is found and adopted by another monkey and brought into a larger monkey community.

I think Marcus would have been a monkey who was taught transformation magic at a young age, or glamoured to look human.

If you want Marcus to be the son of Sun Wukong and a human woman, go right ahead. Bodhisattvas can have kids, so maybe the Victorious Fighting Buddha can.

In JTTW, Bodhisattva Vilambā/Pralamba/Pilanpo 毗兰婆 is the mother of Maori Xingjun 昴日星官

Gotham Academy starts a debate team to “encourage civic engagement.”

Danny Fenton signs up because he thinks it’s about arguing for fun.

Damian signs up because he intends to win.

This is already a mistake.

Danny’s approach to debate is… unconventional. He doesn’t research like everyone else. He just walks into the room, listens for a bit, and then says things that feel less like arguments and more like he already knows how it’s going to end.

“Your plan falls apart in about ten minutes,” Danny tells an opponent calmly. “You’re relying on people staying scared, and they won’t.”

“…Based on what evidence?”

Danny shrugs. “It just doesn’t stick.”

He wins anyway.

It becomes a pattern.

He predicts outcomes he shouldn’t be able to predict. Calls out logical flaws before they’re fully explained. Ends arguments with unsettling confidence, like he’s already watched them fail somewhere else.

Damian hates that it works.

Then Gotham’s villains notice.

It starts small. A low-level rogue takes hostages near campus. The police prepare for a standard standoff.

Danny walks past the perimeter, hands in his pockets.

“Hey,” he calls up to the window. “This isn’t going to go how you think.”

Everyone freezes.

The rogue shouts back something aggressive. Danny just tilts his head, listening—not to the man, but to something else entirely.

“No, yeah, I get why you’re doing this,” Danny says after a moment. “But the exit you’re planning? That route’s blocked. You didn’t see it, but it is.”

There is no way he should know that.

The rogue hesitates.

“Also,” Danny adds, almost apologetically, “you’re about to get surrounded from the back in, like, two minutes.”

“…What?”

Danny checks an invisible clock. “One minute, actually.”

The rogue surrenders.

The police later confirm the backup units Danny mentioned were en route, but had not been announced yet.

This happens again.

And again.

Soon, the rumor spreads: there’s a kid at Gotham Academy who can tell you how things end.

Some villains start asking for him.

Not Batman.

Not Gordon.

Danny.

Damian is deeply offended.

“This is not your responsibility,” Damian snaps after the third incident.

Danny frowns. “I mean… it kinda is? If I know it’s going to go badly, shouldn’t I say something?”

“You should not be able to know.”

“Yeah,” Danny says, quieter this time. “I’ve been told that.”

Because here’s the part no one else sees.

Danny doesn’t just guess outcomes.

He feels them.

Like echoes. Like the future brushing up against the present just long enough to leave a mark.

Bad endings feel cold. Heavy. Wrong.

And Gotham is full of them.

But when Danny speaks—when he nudges things, shifts a choice, changes a single moment—those endings… move.

Not disappear.

Just… change shape.

Damian realizes it slowly, reluctantly.

Danny isn’t predicting the future.

He’s arguing with it.

Danny Fenton transfers into Gotham Academy with paperwork that looks like it was filled out during a power outage and an emergency contact that may or may not answer calls. He’s quiet in class, terrible at lying, and keeps pausing mid-conversation like he’s listening to something no one else can hear.

Damian decides within five minutes that this is suspicious.

Things get worse when electronics start glitching around Danny. Lights flicker when he walks into a room. Security systems fail exactly when he leans on them. During lab, he touches a live wire and the current just disappears like it got bored and left.

Danny insists that’s normal.

It is not.

Then there’s the sparring incident where a hit phases through him for half a second. Danny stares at his own hands like they’ve personally betrayed him. Damian stares like he’s about to start a full investigation.

Danny starts asking weird questions after that.

“Hypothetically, if a city was alive… how would you know?”

Damian does not answer hypothetical questions. He answers by gathering evidence.

Patterns emerge. Crime scenes with unexplained malfunctions. Criminals reporting that buildings “told them to leave.” Streetlights flickering in sequences that almost look intentional. Gotham behaving less like a place and more like something that is paying attention.

And always, Danny is nearby.

The realization hits in stages.

Danny isn’t causing the disturbances.

Gotham is reacting to him.

Danny, meanwhile, is having a completely different problem. Because the city isn’t just reacting. It’s communicating. Not in words, not exactly, but in pressure, in sound, in the way old structures groan like they’re trying to be understood.

And somehow, Danny understands.

He stands on rooftops at night like he’s listening. Answers under his breath like someone asked a question. Gets distracted mid-conversation because a building across the street “said something important.”

Damian follows him once. Watches him tilt his head at a flickering streetlight and nod like it made a valid point.

This is unacceptable.

Because Gotham is supposed to be something you protect.

Not something that picks favorites.

Damian does not like that Gotham has chosen a half-feral transfer student with no sense of normal human limitations.

Danny does not like that Gotham is getting louder.

Neither of them are prepared for the moment when Gotham stops whispering and starts asking for help.