#funtime speaketh

Redhood didn't like people who took advantage of children. Fucking hated them.

So when he heard of a new crime lord employing children in there area, he had to put a bullet between that fucker's eyes. Apperently, the guy ran the original gang out of town and set the kids off on petty crime. Stealing money. Food, clothes, in some cases, even drugs.

Redhood stood outside an abandoned building, gun at the ready. There was no security, no goons. Did this guy know he was coming? Is this a trap? Redhood shook off his worries. No matter. He's just gotta get this bastard before it could get any worse.

He crept through raftors and boxes. He listened for footsteps. Step step step. The footsteps were heavy and dragging, sluggish. According to eye witnesses, the crime lord tended to drag his feet, maybe limp even.

Redhood slid out of hiding, pressed his gun up to the back of the man's head, and-

It was a kid. The kid turned around, so irely calm. His long black air hung down, obscuring his face, but Redhood could clearly see the way his pale sickly skin sank into his bones. How his dull blue eyes seamed to gloss over and stare into his soul. Almost daring him to pull the trigger. Yet, despite the dark of the warehouse, he almost seemed to glow.

"So?" He asked.

"Wha- so what?" Redhood asked. He was shaking. He hasn't put the gun down.

"Are you going to pull the trigger or not? I mean, you've got a clear shot. I just ask you to clean up after. The kids don't need to see that," The teen slowly blinked at him. Redhood slowly lowered the gun. Just a gang of kids run rampant, yeah. That's what this is.

The kid hummed and began to walk off. Redhood couldn't really call it walking or even limping. It looked more like dragging a nearly dead leg. Now that he was close, he could see it. The dragging leg, the dead arm in a sling. The lichtenberg scars crawled up his face, reaching his eye, blinded and half shut. How did this kid run a whole gang out of town?

Red Hood followed him. The kid only gave his a brief glance before shrugging. Redhood followed him to the back of the warehouse, where a group of kids slept. Redhood recognised them, street kids. All either homeless or too scared to go home.

"They helped me," the kid whispered, "I got rid of those people because I hated the way they hurt the people around them, and when I fell sick, those kids stepped up to help. The least I can do is give them a place to stay."

"You fell sick? You weren't always like this?"

"No. I used to be a lot stronger, braver," The kid gave a heavy sigh before slowly lowering himself to the ground. Crossing his legs and resting his head on his hand, "Now I can barely move without aching, I feel like an old man trapped in a teenager's body."

Redhood glanced between him and the sleeping kids. He was helping them, housing them. In return, they were stealing food and medicine for their sick friend, and Rehood almost shot him.

"My name is Danny, by the way," The kid- Danny grumbled.

Bruce hired a new personal driver for the Wayne's. He was a nice enough guy. His grades weren't great, but he was a great driver and very patient. Like, really patient. Like, he is so unbothered by traffic, stupid drivers, and villain attacks, its kinda scary. But all the background checks came back clean. Minus his mad scientists parents, of course.

Daniel (Danny) Fenton. He could relate to any of the Wayne kids and hold an intelligent conversation with Bruce. Bruce feels that he doesn't need to be all Brucie Wayne around the young man. He doesn't know about their nightly activities yet, though. They're not quite sure if he even needs to know.

The first sign there was something more to Danny happened when Tim was sitting in the passenger seat. Tim was struggling with a math problem. It was driving him nuts. It only took a quick glance for Daniel to solve it, though, "it's thirty-six"

"What?"

"The answer is Thirty-six. You forgot to carry the three."

"Huh..."

He was right, Tim made a simple mistake, sure. But that was advanced college level math. Danny was a straight c student and never went to college. It only took him a momentary glance to solve it. Tim, though suspicious, chalked it up to a simple case of gifted kid syndrome. He related to it and began to consult with Danny on some of his math problems. Danny was more than happy to help, for a price, of course.

Then, there was a villain attack. The villain's goons ran rampant through the city, terrorizing anyone unfortunate enough to be outside at the time. But not Danny, they'll tried, oooh they tried. But those goons swiftly found themselves zip tied, in the trunk of a car, and on their way to jail. All while Danny blasted some music by a small artist named 'Ember'.

Alright. He is in Gotham, and his mother was a black belt, so maybe he was just well trained. Its good to know how to deffend yourself.

Then, Damien was kidnapped. It was so fast they barely saw, but a white van sped by and grabbed Damien as he made his way tawords the car. Initially, Damien expected the chauffeur to panic and call the police. But when shouting and cursing were heard from the front seat, and the men in the back slipped the van door open to check behind them, it was revealed Danny had followed them and he had a gun.

What could only be described as an action movie chase scene ensued. Every corner they swerved, every shortcut they took, Danny was right behind them. Driving like a bat out of hell, he shouted and fired at the wheels of the van. Knocking one out, the van swerved and was forced to come to a stop.

A kidnapper grabbed Damien by the hair and held a gun to his head, but before the threat could even leave his mouth a bullet flew through his hand. He dropped Damien and fell to the ground screaming, clutching his hand.

The kidnapper in the van already took off running but was swiftly stopped by Redhood arriving just in time to see Danny helping Damien up and checking him over, profusely apologizing for "letting this happen."

When asked why he did all of it, his simply answered, "I don't think I would get paid if I let Mr. Wayne's kid die! I can't let a kid die in general!"

Bruce, of course, gave the young man a bonus and a few days off for the stunt. Accompanied wlth a few stern words about safety. What was truly remarkable was that there was not a single scratch on the car. Untouched, meaning he never hit anything during the whole ordeal. "I just learned what not to do from my dad!" He joked, but Bruce felt that, despite the clear joking tone, there was some truth to the statement.

The family is suspicious, very suspicious. The man they previously viewed as their simple and humble driver turned out to be a monster of a fighter, and they have no idea how or why.

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So, I've seen a few prompts about the JL misunderstanding Amity Park's situation and inviting Red Huntress to join, or just thinking he's the villain in general.

Now, I can kinda see that happening for most of the JL. It's shown they can be pretty black and white about things. They're not dumb. They just tend to get ahead of themselves or be a little too sure of themselves.

But not Batman. He's learned to always be suspicious. Always think there's another layer to the mystery. So when this villain is presented to them, The Phantom, he's immedietly skeptical.

The worst they have on him is some burglary and one instance of kidnapping. The burglary was clearly mind control, different outfits, different eyes, and completely different behavior from what was Phantom's standard. The kidnapping was just that, kidnapping. It wasn't even long or serious. No ransom, the victim was unharmed and safely returned. The property damage they often point too aswell is usually minimal compared to what Superman or Batman have caused. Property damage is a necessary risk in the hero buisness.

Then there was the hero Red Huntress. There is no doubt she is a hero. She saves and deffends the innocent. That being said, there are instances of her getting between Phantom and other ghosts, only to result in the collateral damage being higher. Even more so, to call the Red Huntress the main hero of Amity Park's would be a lie. Phantom was fighting for and deffending the town for almost half a year before she showed up.

The most damning evidence to Batman was when the JL showed up, claiming to help fix the town's ghost problem, and in a Freudian slip from Wonder Women, "remove the threat that is the Phantom." What they hadn't realised at the time was that Phantom was watching. Batman saw him standing atop a nearby clock tower. He saw that familier look in the ghost's eyes, a look he has seen from his own children time and time again. Absolute heartbreak. A loss of all trust and hope. The Phantom was hurt and scared.

After that, The Phantom disappeared. At first the disappearance was considered a cause for celebration. The JL was congratulated on scaring the menace away. But the first ghost attack without him happened. This ghost wasn't one seen before. It was vicious, pulled no punches, and it found joy in the pain it caused. Huntress managed to defeat it, but not without a few crumbling buildings and injured civilians. Red Huntress asked it why, what did it gain? It just laughed and said, "The Phantom is gone! No one to fear anymore, no one to stop us from getting what we want!"

It was all downhill from there. Increasingly aggresive and powerful ghosts would appear. Causing more and more damage. Boasting and thanking the heroes for "pushing Phantom out of the way" now they knew their mistake. Phantom wasn't the menace terrorizing the innocent. He was the hero keeping the evil at bay. Now without him, all hell will break lose.

The one thing Batman can't figure out is that while this black-haired teenager, with tired eyes, in an oversized NASA hoodie and torn jeans, watches the fights with a look of absolute malace and sorrow.

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This isn't meant to villanise the JL. I've just noticed an interesting pattern of them having one idea and sticking to it, Batman usually being the one to tell them otherwise. I can imagine Batman tried to warn them. Superman listened and agreed that they needed to look into it more, but Wonder Women already had a speech planned and accidentally slipped up. But the chearing was so loud and instant they didn't have time to backtrack.

Meanwhile, Danny is going through it. He just kinda decided, "Yeah, I'll let them try for... mmmmm... a month. Then We'll see." The sorrow is cuz he's realising how much he actually mattered, and despite that, no one else could ever see it. Just because he lets them fight doesn't mean he is entirely retired, tho. He saves people from rubble and stray blasts, but they're all a bit too distracted by the murderous ghosts to really notice.

Everything else is up to you.

Danny is Talia Al Ghul's son. Not Bruce's son, tho. It's not entirely impossible Talia would have had multiple partners. She is (theoretically) about 150 years old.

Danny was born weak. It's a miracle he survived birth, and Talia knew Ras would never accept him, and he didn't. He told Talia to just leave him somewhere. Let him die. But despite her need to make her father's proud and follow his orders, she just couldn't. So she left him at the doorstep of two crazy people in a middle of nowhere town.

Imagine her shock when her father tells her to capture a man from that same town. One who walked a fine line between life and death. The perfect vessel, and when she arrives to capture the vessel, she is met with the very son she abandoned all those years ago, all grown up.

He isn't frail anymore. He's huge. Not overly bulked, but he's tall and lean. Clearly a fighter. Im a huge fan of goth Danny. I just love the concept of this tall ass cryptid dressed like he's gonna dig your grave with his bear hands. She didn't even have time to get close before he was already stairing at her. Piercings blue eyes, haunted and aged by years of what she could only assume to be hardship. Slowly, a grin stretches across his face. Unaturally sharp teeth, too many teeth, beared.

In that moment, the hunter became the hunted.

A/N: Yeah. Talia lives a horror moving of being chased and hunted by the beast that is an adult Danny. Meanwhile, Danny is registering her as a new ghost and just wants to play.

Ok, so, basicly. Its the usual batfam member knew Danny as a kid au. He was close with them, basicly part of the family.

They get seperated for a while for whatever reason, and eventually they all see eachother again. But Danny is different. Tired, paranoid, he's far more grim than he used to be. His face never seems right, the shadows bend to bow to him, the stars shine to illuminate him, the air around him is cold. His smile is always too wide, too toothy. His eyes are too bright. His feet are too quiet.

The batfam comes to the only rational conclusion. Danny has been replaced or possessed by some demonic entity. Shenanigans ensue as they desperately try to exorcise this demon in every way they can.

Danny, for whatever reason, is stuck with the batfam, and they're getting suspicious of him. But before there's any big reveal, before Danny feels pressured to act, Alfred steps in.

Alfred puts his foot down. He tells the bats that the boy is here to be safe, to be loved, and to be protected. Snooping on this would be a huge invasion of privacy, and other than just having powers, Danny hasn't done anything to warrant questioning. "He will come to you when he's ready"

Just a fun story of them doing their best to have Danny be comfortable, and slowly, Danny just casually starts using his powers. No one questions it. No one bothers with it. Danny has powers, so what?

Sure, they get curious sometimes, but Alfred said no snooping.

You can have the official reveal go however you want.

Jason stood on the rooftop, staring down the creature in front of him. It floated, green tinted skin, long pointed ears, flowing white hair, glowing green eyes, and regal clothing. Despite the inhuman features, it looked pretty close to a male in his 20s.

"Uuuuh, helloooo?" It called, waving a hand in front of Jason's face, calling him out of his thoughts, "I asked you a question!"

"What?"

"Ugh, ok. You gotta listen, man. I hate repeating myself," It lemented, "My name is Phantom, king of infinite realms, bane of Perah dark, protector of the realms, the greate one, Yada Yada title title title..."

Phantom rolled it's eyes as it rattled off the titles. King? That thing is a king? Jason guessed it made sense, explanes the clothes and crown. 'Infinate realms' he would have to look into that later.

"...I'm here, because YOU! have half of my life."

"I- what???" That threw him for a loop, "I don't own anyone's life!"

"Not own! Have! A few years back, you crawled out of you grave, while I, metaphorically speaking, crawled into mine," it grinned. The grin was broken, though. Mournful, even, "when you came back, you needed a life, and in all it's infinite wisdom, the universe decided to take mine! You revived, I died. Y'knooow eye for an eye? Soul for a soul? Half a life for half a life."

"Wait- no. Ok. Hold on," Jason pinched the bridge of his nose and stepped back, "you're saying. I killed you by coming back? How did I only get half your life? What about the other half?"

"Oh! I still have it! Something, no clue what, interrupted the process. Leaving us both half living. Though, unlike you, there was material to fill that gap in my case. Something completed your process later. I think it was when that fruitloop Demon head guy threw you in that tub of ecto-sewage," Phantom gagged, "so! How's my former half doing? Hope you're not wasting it!"

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