#not i

wet dog.

And yeah you filmed yourself getting frappucinos and “mmm” was all phil had to say but guess what?? you’re going to get silly little coffee drinks all over the world with eachother and have silly little mundane reactions and it’ll still be something worth documenting. You’re going to figure it all out and you’re going to survive and 12 years later your audio is still going to be terrible and we’ll give you shit for it every time but we’ll still be here.

Your accents will converge and your eyes will be just as bright but they won’t be as wide or as skittish anymore they’ll have seeeeeeen shit and you’ll have learned how to cope and how to serve. You’ll take your hands out of your pockets and you’ll stop folding in on yourself. You’ll be bouncing around stages and striking poses in bright shiny clothes with bright shiny smiles and bright shiny hair and in love and in love and in love.

dcxdp fic idea

Danny had been in Gotham nearly 10 years. Had been working with Batman (and by extension the JL) for a little more than half that.

Things had been going great.

They knew about his dual identity, and he theirs. They got along pretty well and Danny had even dated a couple of Batman's kids (before and after realizing they were siblings) before things got out of hand and Danny promised Bruce he'd stop seducing his children (Danny may have taken that as a challenge to seduce Bruce himself but that's a story for another time)

Things were going well.

Until he got a call on his private channel in the middle of patrol from a freaking out Jazz.

Their parents were headed to Gotham.

See, while Danny had told the Bats a lot about his history. He had also left some gaps. And straight up lied about a few key details. Like how he died. And his relationship (or lack there of) with his parents.

And it was going great. His folks had no reason to be in Gotham. No reason to be tempted to leave their home in Amity (he had made sure of that. Hadn't he? when he left all those years ago?)

But now they were coming. To Gotham. They were surely going to hear about the ghost hero in the city. and it wouldn't be long before they tracked (hunted) him down. Found out it was Phantom. Their White Whale from so long ago.

Once that happened they would never leave. Not until they had finally captured him. And the destruction that they would surely bring to the place would be hard to miss for even the most unassuming of folks-let alone ones as perceptive as the bats.

And then it would only be a matter of time before they realized the crazy mad scientist ghost hunters were his parents. Realize that Danny had been lying to them for years.

They would never trust him again. They would always be wondering what else he had lied about. What else he was hiding.

He couldn't do it. He couldn't watch their faces as they realized how much he'd kept from them. He loved them to much.

(He couldn't see his parents again. Not now, not when things were finally coming up Danny)

He had to get out of there. But if he just vanished The Justice League would stop at nothing to find him (save him. Even from himself. but they couldn't save him. Not from this. Not from decade old wounds that he thought had long since scabbed over and scarred) If he died they would avenge him, or hold a séance. If he claimed an issue in the Realms they'd insist on assisting him.

He was panicking. He knew he was. He was probably having a panic attack. but knowing that didn't mean he could just stop having one. Maybe he could take monitoring duty on their space base. but he had already been limited to one weekend a month (thanks Jazz). And besides, once his super villain wannabe parents rolled into town he'd be the first one called to intervene and stop them. Which would be worse. He would look like he knew they were coming. Appear to be an accomplice.

He should tell them. Any of them.

He couldn't. (they wouldn't trust him anymore. Dirty. Lying. GHOST.) he had to breathe. IN.

His parents were coming.

No. The Fentons were coming.

Breathe. OUT.

He could figure this out.

Breathe IN.

Buy himself time. Enough people (alive and dead) owed him enough favors that he could keep two crazy 'scientists' from the midwest out of Gotham. or at least out of Gotham long enough for him to come up with a better plan. Easy.

Breath OUT.

It was his mess. He could clean it up.

Breathe IN.

He could do this. He was on the JUSTICE LEAGUE. He knew Wonder Woman. He'd met Superman's (adopted) parents. Hell, he'd made out with BATMAN (just the once. and they'd both been SUPER drunk. but it stands). He could do this.