#ghostkingdanny

DP x DC Prompt (Humor / Chaos Edition)

It started normal. Which, in Wayne terms, means slightly catastrophic but manageable.

Training in the Cave. Damian threatening to stab Jason again. Cass winning. Tim asleep standing up.

Then the air freezes. Like, actual frost crawling up the Batcomputer.

A glowing guy in a hoodie just phases through the ceiling. Bright white hair, green eyes, whole ecto-god vibe.

And then he tackles Bruce Wayne like a golden retriever finding his long-lost tennis ball.

“ARCHIE! My BABY!”

The family: 😶

Bruce: “Excuse me—?” Jason: “Did he just call B baby?” Tim, already recording: “Oh this is going online.” Damian: “If this is a cult, we’re burning the cave.”

The stranger (still hugging Bruce): “You’re so grown! Look at you! I knew cloning was risky, but—”

Whole family: “CLONING???”

Cue ten minutes of screaming, two fainting Robins, and one very confused Batman trying to process that he’s apparently the clone of a dead teen god who rules ghosts.

Danny just looks at them all, smiling, completely oblivious to the existential crisis unfolding:

DP x DC Prompt (Humor / Chaos Edition)

It started normal. Which, in Wayne terms, means slightly catastrophic but manageable.

Training in the Cave. Damian threatening to stab Jason again. Cass winning. Tim asleep standing up.

Then the air freezes. Like, actual frost crawling up the Batcomputer.

A glowing guy in a hoodie just phases through the ceiling. Bright white hair, green eyes, whole ecto-god vibe.

And then he tackles Bruce Wayne like a golden retriever finding his long-lost tennis ball.

“ARCHIE! My BABY!”

The family: 😶

Bruce: “Excuse me—?” Jason: “Did he just call B baby?” Tim, already recording: “Oh this is going online.” Damian: “If this is a cult, we’re burning the cave.”

The stranger (still hugging Bruce): “You’re so grown! Look at you! I knew cloning was risky, but—”

Whole family: “CLONING???”

Cue ten minutes of screaming, two fainting Robins, and one very confused Batman trying to process that he’s apparently the clone of a dead teen god who rules ghosts.

Danny just looks at them all, smiling, completely oblivious to the existential crisis unfolding:

DP x DC Prompt

Bruce has always hated mirrors. They never quite reflected him.

Not in the poetic sense — literally. His reflection shimmered sometimes, like the glass couldn’t decide if it wanted to hold his shape or let him go.

He wrote it off as stress. Alfred wrote it off as grief. The League wrote it off as trauma.

Then one night during patrol, something answered him. Not over comms — not in his head — but in the dark glass of a broken skyscraper window.

“You’ve grown, little fragment.”

A man steps out of the reflection — pale hair, eyes glowing like ectoplasm and exhaustion. The air tastes like ozone and winter.

“Who are you?” Bruce demands, batarang ready. “Who I was doesn’t matter,” the stranger says softly. “Who you were supposed to be… does.”

The Batfamily rushes to intervene, but the figure just smiles — a father’s smile. He calls Bruce a name that no one else has ever used: Acheron.

And suddenly the shadows listen to Bruce when he speaks.

Alfred drops his tray. Tim’s scanner goes haywire. And Damian, of all people, whispers, “Father… your pulse isn’t human.”

Turns out Bruce Wayne wasn’t just an orphan. He was a weapon — a clone born from a god who wanted peace but was forced to create war.

Danny Phantom had made a son once — to save him from Vlad’s reach. He thought the boy died in the lab. But now, standing before the man he’s become, Danny just smiles through tears.

A DP x DC Crossover Prompt

No one remembers when the barrier began to crack. It started small — ghosts whispering in the corners of Gotham, strange lights over Blüdhaven, and the dead refusing to stay that way.

Then came the storms. Green lightning in the sky. Shadows that breathed. And a boy — glowing, quiet, carrying a crown made of starlight and sorrow.

“My name is Danny.”

He said it simply. No threats. No demands. Just truth.

“The balance between life and death is breaking. You’ve let too many live who should’ve passed… and too many die who still had light.”

Batman’s jaw tightened. Wonder Woman’s hand went to her sword. Constantine just muttered, “Bloody hell.”

The Justice League had faced gods, monsters, even time itself — but never something that was both alive and dead.

The Ghost King

Danny Phantom wasn’t supposed to exist in this world. But when the Infinite Realms began bleeding into reality, he came to fix what others couldn’t see. Because death isn’t evil. And life isn’t innocent. They’re partners. And he’s the balance between them.

Jason Todd felt it first — the pulse of something ancient inside him, whispering his second life wasn’t entirely his own. Zatanna saw her spells twist like vines around his energy. And Bruce, for the first time in years, didn’t know whether he was facing a child… or a god.

The Question

What happens when a being who understands both life and death decides the living world has gone too far?

What if mercy, not judgment, is the final reckoning?

(DP x DC — Humor / Suspense / Crossover Chaos)

It began on a completely ordinary Gotham night. Which, in Wayne terms, meant something was about to go terribly wrong.

Tim Drake was recalibrating the Batcomputer. Damian was glaring at Jason like he’d personally offended the art of swordsmanship. Cass was… winning at literally everything.

Then the Batcave shuddered. Lights flickered. Smoke curled from the consoles. And a green, glowing portal opened in the center of the cave.

A boy — white-haired, hoodie flapping like a cape — phased out.

“Finally! I found you guys!”

Bruce’s brow furrowed. “Excuse me… who are you?” Danny’s grin widened. “The name’s Danny Fenton. But you can call me… your family’s newest chaos manager.”

Jason raised an eyebrow. “Chaos manager? Really?” Danny winked. “Yes. I specialize in ghost-related emergencies, interdimensional threats, and accidental haunting of billionaires.”

The lights flickered again, and suddenly, every gadget in the Batcave started moving on its own.

“Uh… Danny?” Tim asked nervously. “Relax,” Danny said. “They listen to me.”

Cass tilted her head. “They are listening to you?”

“Mostly,” Danny admitted. “But also… someone’s coming. Something big. Something mechanical. And it’s hungry.”

Before anyone could react, dozens of small floating drones appeared — their eyes glowing red. They started to circle the Batfam.

“Okay, that’s enough introductions,” Bruce said, already scanning. “Everyone, positions.”

The Batfam split up, as per usual. Damian slashed. Jason shot. Cass flipped, dodging lasers. Tim hacked the drones mid-flight.

Danny hovered above, glowing green, ghost energy flaring.

“Step back! I’ve got the big one.”

From the shadows, a massive mechanical spider emerged, its core pulsing with green light — echo energy amplified a thousand times.

“Oh no,” Danny muttered. “It’s a Harvest Drone… and it’s got my signature all over it.”

The Batfam fought. Chaos everywhere. Sparks. Frost. Screams. Danny phased inside the drone, turning its own machinery against it. Explosions rocked the cave, but somehow, by sheer luck — and Danny’s ghost powers — the day was saved.

When the dust settled, the Batfam stood, exhausted. Danny floated in the center, glowing faintly.

“Well… that went better than expected,” he said. “You’re insane,” Bruce muttered. “And I’m your new favorite ghost,” Danny replied, grinning.

Then the Batcomputer beeped. A new alert. A green blip on the map.

“Uh… guys,” Tim said. “There’s another one.”

(DP x DC — Suspense / Mystery / Batfam Chaos)

It starts with an email. A corrupted one. No sender, no subject line — just a blinking attachment labeled:

PROJECT_LAZARUS_FILE_0.EXE

Tim opens it on a sandboxed console in the Cave. Because of course he does.

The file doesn’t run — it plays a heartbeat. Then a distorted voice whispers:

“You shouldn’t have found this, Timothy.”

Static. Then coordinates. Arctic Circle.

Jason whistles low. “If this summons a killer snowman, I’m quitting.” Bruce’s jaw tightens. “Prep the jet.”

When they arrive, they find nothing. Just an abandoned research base buried in ice. Except for a single, glowing containment tube.

Inside: a boy. White hair. Faintly luminous. His vitals read dead, but his reflection keeps blinking.

Cass signs: He’s watching us.

Bruce steps closer — and the monitors flare to life. Lines of code race across them, rearranging into words:

PROJECT LAZARUS – STAGE ONE: CLONE SUCCESSFUL. HOST CELL: B.W. DONOR ENTITY: D.F.

Tim frowns. “B.W. — Bruce Wayne? What’s D.F.?” The boy in the tube opens his eyes.

“Danny Fenton,” he says softly. “And Bruce… was never supposed to wake up.”

Jason: “I KNEW IT WAS A ZOMBIE THING!”

Danny steps out, frost rising from his feet.

“Ra’s thought he could copy death. He used my DNA — ghost core energy — to rebuild what he lost.”

He looks at Bruce, eyes glowing faint green.

“You’re not a man anymore. You’re an echo that never stopped fighting.”

Bruce: “If that’s true, then what are you?” Danny smiles — sharp and sad.

“The original mistake trying to fix itself.”

The alarms go off. The base trembles. The screen flashes one final message:

STAGE TWO ACTIVATED: THE PIT REMEMBERS.

From the darkness beyond the ice, something screams.

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.

(DP x DC — Original Crossover Story)

It started with a pop — like a toaster blowing a fuse. But in the Batcave, that meant something way worse than breakfast.

Cass froze mid-kick. Damian’s eyes glowed red as he spun his sword. Jason groaned. “If this is another Riddler trap, I swear—”

Then the lights went out. The Batcomputer sparkled… and a figure shimmered in the darkness.

White hair. Green eyes. Ectoplasmic glow. A hoodie flapping in some kind of zero-gravity breeze.

“Finally!” the ghost exclaimed, arms wide. “I’ve been stuck in the… gears… for centuries!”

Bruce squinted. “Excuse me?” Tim, already recording on his phone: “Ohhh, this is going online.” Damian: “If this is a cult, I am not dying over it.”

The ghost leapt onto Bruce — not violently, just… happily. Like a long-lost father meeting a son who didn’t know he existed.

“I missed you, Archibald!”

Jason’s jaw dropped. “Did he just call Bruce Archibald?” Cass whispered, “He… seems harmless.”

“Harmless?” Bruce snapped. “Who are you?!”