#dpxdc idea

Dpxdc

Danny is in Gotham (yes, that Gotham, different universe, long story) to finish his education before moving on with his life—or afterlife—and eventually ascending to High King status. It’s a good reveal AU. He still has his parents. He still has his friends. Clockwork just strongly suggested that if he wanted to rule the Infinite Realms one day, maybe he should get some cross-dimensional academic experience first.

So now he’s here.

The problem? Everyone is rich. Not “my dad owns a company” rich. More like “we have generational trauma and private islands” rich. Danny tries being friendly. Smiles. Makes conversation. Offers help with homework. It does absolutely nothing. These people only care about connections.

Which would be funny—if it weren’t so isolating—because they have no idea he is, objectively, the single most powerful networking opportunity in the multiverse.

So yeah. He’s a little lonely.

Enter Damian.

One of Damian’s brothers (who will not be named but absolutely thinks he’s hilarious) jokes that Damian has never had a normal civilian friendship in his life. That if he had to, he wouldn’t even know where to start. He offhandedly gestures at Danny like, there, that one looks harmless.

It’s a joke.

Unfortunately, Damian takes it as a challenge.

Not because Danny is a “target.” He isn’t. Damian just fully decides he will prove he can form a normal, healthy, civilian friendship. Out of spite.

There are misunderstandings, but somehow, despite everything, they start… getting along.

And Damian, internally victorious, decides to present Danny to his family as evidence that he can, in fact, maintain a normal friendship.

Danny is delightful.

He charms Alfred. He debates with Tim. He listens to Bruce. He somehow gets Jason to laugh. He and Dick vibe immediately. He treats Damian like an equal without even trying.

For months, the consensus is clear:

Danny is the only normal person at this table.

And then they find his admission essay.

Titled:

“Why Clowns Are Not to Be Given Human Rights.”

Tim: *blinks in surprise before leaning into his phone* Uh Tam...when did I get married? And what did I do to ruin it?

Danny: *looking around* Oh my Ancients I'm in the wrong office! I am so sorry! *starts to leave only to back track* By the way your security kinda sucks. I stormed in here, obviously angry, and not once did anyone try to stop me or search me for weapons. I work for a security and bodyguard buisness, I'll leave my card with your assistant if you want to hire more competent gaurds. Sorry again for barging in like that! *leaves, politely shutting the door*

Tim: Tam I need that buisness card, and I need to know everything about that man!

Tam: Tim hes married.

Dan, talking to himself: this’ll teach that immortal loser what happens when you try to recruit me for his creepy assassin gang

Red Robin, activating comms: O? Ima need you to direct be to the nearest jeweler, I’m getting married

Oracle: I don’t get paid enough for this shit

Red Robin: you don’t get paid at all

Jason Todd, since he woke up from his dirt nap and moved back to gotham, has been placing random items on a small table he has in his living room. It started small with candles he thought would help with stress (to calm the Pit), then incense, then flowers that he puts in old glass bottles (cuz he doesn't want to bother shopping for a vase), rocks he thought looked nice, a dagger he's been meaning to fix, and a bunch of trinkets and mini statues he found that made him happy to collect.

He trys to make it look nicer with a fruit bowl, but sometimes he would put spare change in the bowl so it would still look messy.

He eventually stopped trying to fix it, plus looking at the messy pile kind of made him happier and relaxed, he would even playfully offer the mini statues some of the food he made that day.

He'd never live it down if his siblings found out.

All in all Jason thought it was a good coping mechanism for his messed up life and kept it up.

Which leads us to today.

Ra's Al Ghul trys to summon the Ghost King to destroy/ rule the world (Jason wasn't paying too much attention) and succeeded, but instead of Ghost King Pariah Dark they get another guy named Phantom, who proceeds to tell him that he is wanted for Ghost Tax Evasion and was looking for him.

King Phantom then steps out of the summoning circle, rips a hole in reality that looks like the pits (but cleaner, Jason absently notes), then throws all the assassins and Ra's into the portal.

With a satisfied look King Phantom comes over to Jason and unties him. Jason nervously asks if he owes taxes too, since he died and all, but King Phantom just smiles and says "You've been paying your taxes for years now, me and a few other God's really appreciate it. Oh and before I forget, could you make that pasta dish again, the one with the pesto, it was super tasty last time."

With that said Phantom leaves through the portal and it disappears like it was never there.

Haven't done a Dc x Dp in awhile so here's this!

Tim wasn't the type of person to party. Like ever.

So when one night in the manor's garden a Lazarus green doorway opened up with a voice coming from inside, before he was just forced into the "interplanetary ballroom" with a bunch of weird, sometimes comprehensible or incomprehensible beings.

And what the hell was the "Transcendental Cha Cha Cha?"

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Or instead of Danny becoming the ghost king after he turned 18 or whatever age or when his dimension died. He became the ghost zone's and beyond DJ, and his new name was DJ Phenomena. And the zone or infinite realms itself REALLY like it and decided to just give him full control and take a nap however long.

And it was GREAT being the DJ

His once human form as a ghost was replaced with a green space-lile entitiy with multiple floating hands, stars making rings around his waist like a belt. Wearing a black and white suit with a beyond neon green bowtie

So when the first human(there were quite a few of 3d perceiving entities) came through! He had to make it the best time this human ever had!

Awee... He looked a bit scared! But everyone is scared at first!

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[after the manor]

"hit the Dancefloor, chachacha" Tim sung softly as he made some tea.

"What's got you in this mood replacement?" Jason asked, leaning on the counter, noticing how he wore more brigher clothes, even for a born gothamite.

"Ah, just a song stuck in my head." he waved off...

Jason shrugged it off while everyone else(or idk this is a prompt) had suspicions...

5 million imagininary dollars for anyone who writes any danny x klarion fics. I swear to god ive read them all and I dont know enough about klarion to write them myself.