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It didn’t take long for Danny to find Bruce’s kryptonite. It took even less time for him to eat it.

Bruce tapped the table in visible irritation, staring at his newly adopted son.

“How was I supposed to know I wasn’t allowed to eat it? You should really put a sign up!

Bruce sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I thought it would be obvious not to eat the glowing rock behind lead-lined walls. You cannot just eat everything you find, Danny.”

Danny scowled, crossing his arms.

“I was hungry! Back in Amity, there’s so much loose ectoplasm that I just grab some from the fridge. This was like finding a chip bag under the couch.”

Bruce just closed his eyes and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like a prayer for patience.

“I’ll keep that in mind and get you some more, but please don’t eat the stash I have set aside.

Danny perked up immediately.

“I mean, you don’t have to! There’s plenty of raw ectoplasm floating around here. But… if you were to get me more in solid form, I wouldn’t complain…

Okay but seriously — how did we not get this crossover years ago? Danny Phantom x DC Comics feels like it was meant to happen. Half-ghost kid meets Gotham’s favorite collection of emotionally scarred vigilantes? That’s fanfic gold.

The Setup:

Danny Fenton, freshly crowned King of the Infinite Realms, accidentally (or maybe not so accidentally 👀) rips a hole between worlds — and ends up right in Gotham. Cue ghost alarms, panic in the Justice League, and Batman immediately trying to “contain” the new supernatural threat.

Except… Danny’s not exactly containable. You can’t lock up a guy who can phase through walls, vanish into shadows, and casually fly past your billion-dollar security systems.

The Gotham Reaction:

Batman: “He’s a metahuman. Possibly undead. Proceed with caution.”

Jason Todd: “Finally, someone who gets it.”

Constantine: “For the love of Hell, not another ghost king.”

Clark Kent: “Is he alive? …Do I need to call his parents?”

Danny: “So… do you guys also die on a weekly basis or is that just a me thing?”

The Chaos Begins:

Imagine Danny teaming up with the Batfam — Tim hacking ghost portals at 3AM, Damian trying (and failing) to stab a ghost, Dick just adopting Danny instantly, and Alfred somehow already making him ghost-safe tea.

The League’s losing their minds trying to classify him: Metahuman? Entity? Dimensional anomaly? Danny just wants to vibe and maybe prank Vlad by haunting the Watchtower.

Why Fans Love DPxDC

The Danny Phantom x DC crossover is one of Tumblr’s favorite fanfiction genres because it blends:

The supernatural humor and ghost-core aesthetic of Danny Phantom

The emotional depth and found-family chaos of the Batfam

And the infinite “what if” energy of cross-dimensional storytelling

It’s perfect for anyone who loves AU stories, ghost powers, vigilantes, and sarcastic teenage heroes who accidentally become cosmic royalty.

Fanfic Prompt (Feel Free to Steal)

“Gotham’s new ghost is protecting Crime Alley. Batman doesn’t know whether to thank him… or exorcise him.”

Reblog if you think Danny should join the Justice League Dark. Like if you’d die (literally) for a DPxDC animated special.

It starts during a storm. Which, in Gotham, means something supernatural is about to happen.

Lightning. Static. The Cave’s power flickers. And then—the sensors start screaming.

An energy signature. Not human. Not meta. Not even from this plane.

Bruce is halfway to the console when something phases through the wall. White hair. Green eyes. Blue glow like moonlight on a grave.

And then— it kneels.

“I found you,” the ghost says softly. “You’re alive. Finally.”

Bruce stiffens. “Identify yourself.”

The entity smiles. Too human. Too broken.

“Danny,” it says. “Danny Fenton. Or— I used to be.”

Tim’s scanning the energy readings. “Bruce… his ectosignature matches yours. Almost exactly.”

Jason: “Okay, that’s not creepy at all.” Damian: “Father, is this another one of your illegitimate experiments?” Bruce: “No. This isn’t—” Danny: “You wouldn’t remember. You were… erased.”

The words hang heavy in the frost.

“You died once,” Danny whispers. “And they brought you back. Not the same. Not all of you.”

“I came for the part that was lost.”

The Batcomputer starts glitching. Names, dates, images of Lazarus Pits flashing across the screens.

Danny reaches out a hand. “Let me make you whole, Bruce. Before they come for what’s left.”

Static fills the cave. Somewhere above, something screams.

The lights die. And when they flicker back on—Danny isn’t alone anymore.