#phantomau

(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.”

Had the urge to draw Phantom Emmet and Aspect Ingo @patriamrealm Ingo . Just for fun .

Specter had just been invited to join Young Titans, the League’s junior division. When they asked about his living situation, he casually mentioned having a human guardian who looked after him.

That raised some alarms. Batman wasn’t new to young heroes pretending to have stable homes—they’d seen it before. So he demanded proof.

Specter didn’t even hesitate. “My guardian won’t mind,” he said. “He’s cool with it. You can meet him if you want.”

And that’s how the League ended up meeting Elias Vane, a 26-year-old scientist just starting his professional career.

According to Specter, Elias was “kind of” family—a descendant of his brother from before he died. The phrasing made everyone pause.

See, Specter’s ghost form doesn’t age. He looks 14. Feels 14. Acts 14. But he doesn’t need a guardian.

Because Elias—the human version of him—has aged perfectly fine. He lives a normal life, works a normal job… and sometimes, when the city needs saving, he becomes the boy in white.

But explaining that? Yeah, no one would believe it.

So he made life simpler: Specter is the ghost hero. Elias is his human “guardian.”

He even uses duplication to sell the illusion—one body at work, one patrolling the streets. The human copy stays grown, the ghost copy stays 14, and somehow, it just works.

Now, whenever Specter gets in over his head with hero stuff, he just shrugs and says:

“Umm… ask Elias. He knows more about that ghost science stuff.”

“But you’re the ghost!” “Yeah, and I still don’t get how any of this works.”

He laughs. They laugh. And the secret lives another day.

But somewhere deep down, Elias still struggles with it— with knowing that one version of him will never grow up.

And one day, when he finally dies… Specter will still be 14.

Forever.

Phantom Emmet decided to go in Zoroark Form and terrorise the little Ingo Plushie from @3quinox-c0nflux OFF!Submas Au !

@nightmare-trains / @marchy-emmet )

Oh thank you! i think why it isn’t to popular is i haven’t extended much on the story as my main focus is another submas blog! :3

but thank you once more for the kind words! as for Ingo’s reaction? Well.

(spoilers )

When they finally reunite ||Possible Outcome||

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Phantom : WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR HAND !?

Ingo:............

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||In short , Ingo still has amnesia and it take a bit for him to piece together what happened to Emmet and him becoming a malicious vigilante Zoroark hybrids

BUT

Ingo has also changed cause of circumstances that i am still polishing and haven’t fully finished :3