Trenchcoatcladbug

AKA "Phantom is the Justice League Dark's newest junior member. He does not realize his field logs are regularly reviewed until The Batman himself sets up a meeting for a performance review." DPxDC prompt idea!

Entry 17, Location: [Custom] "infinite realms/ghost zone(?)"

A frazzled teenager in a hazmat suit appears in front of a camera. The background is a swirling mass of green that the camera can't seem to focus on. His white hair drifts around his green-tinged face, expression in a grimace as he holds his clearly injured side.

"Constantine, you suck. You suck, man. Stop summoning spirits that you don't know how to fight! Guess who has to fight them! Me! Seriously, go suck a d-" The camera glitches, refocusing on a gigantic serpent swimming concerningly fast at the teen. An angry mutter of oh, for the love of- can be heard before the camera turns off abruptly.

Entry 24, Location: Petra, Jordan, Asia

Phantom slumps against a stone pillar. Red hot sun turns his usual Lazarus green skin a warmer, sickly grey-green.

"Can't talk much. It's a jinn. I did find the Pharaoh's treasure, but it's cursed. Reversed the curse, but it altered the timeline so I'm in the past to reverse the curse reverse. Constantine, I don't know where you are, but I'll be... here, I guess. See you in the future. Oh, BRB. Gotta talk to Al-Uzza."

The camera spins for a moment, focusing briefly on a woman's silhouette in front of the sun. Everything turns black.

Entry 31, Location: Gotham City, New Jersey, North America

Phantom's white hair is black, wet and plastered to his head. His skin is pale and flushed with a pink blush. He's wearing an oversized NASA hoodie and sweats, sitting at a desk with a hotel bed behind him.

"Okay, so I think I got caught up in something big? There's this villain who I'm pretty sure is literally a walking corpse, a revenant haunting an entire city block, ninjas who say they're part of a league of something, and something called Lazarus water that I'm pretty sure is causing a generational curse on the city. Oh, and I think Batman may be Bruce Wayne. Anyways, I'm at the hotel. I'm not sure what bar you're at but if you could call me, that would be great..." Phantom shuffles uncertainly before leaning forward to turn off the camera.

Continuation of this post.

Danny led them further into the dark, musty manor, into an area without windows where they had to pull out flashlights and a spell to fight the gloom. Danny reached into the wall and pulled something, thankfully the mechanism was fully manual and the lack of electricity didn't stop the hidden door from creaking slowly open.

Continuation of this post.

Danny led them further into the dark, musty manor, into an area without windows where they had to pull out flashlights and a spell to fight the gloom. Danny reached into the wall and pulled something, thankfully the mechanism was fully manual and the lack of electricity didn't stop the hidden door from creaking slowly open.

Continuation of this post.

Danny led them further into the dark, musty manor, into an area without windows where they had to pull out flashlights and a spell to fight the gloom. Danny reached into the wall and pulled something, thankfully the mechanism was fully manual and the lack of electricity didn't stop the hidden door from creaking slowly open.

i have an idea for a new batdad au.

i have an idea for a general oneshot but the gist is, after having a rough day--between school, getting another detention thanks to Dash, ghost fights, having an argument with his parents about his misbehavior that morning, and getting into a small argument with his friends-- Danny, after a ghost fight, picks a random direction and just flies. And he flies as fast as he can, burning off a bunch of ectoplasm and healing himself from his fight as a result.

But he eventually ends up in Gotham. Pretty standard premise. But he doesn't really do anything. He just picks a random rooftop to detransform and sit on. And he sits there, taking in the sights of the city and vaguely dissociating for a few hours before feeling like he's finally calmed down enough to return to Amity. He turns the location off on his phone before shutting it down, that way he doesn't have to deal with texts and calls from his parents about missing curfew. He's already going to be in trouble, so it doesn't matter how long he stays out for.

And at first he thinks it's just a one-and-done deal. He probably won't ever return to that rooftop ever again. Until he does,,,, about a month later. This time after a particularly nasty dealing with Vlad in his civilian life. He didn't feel like there was anywhere safe enough for him to go in Amity, so despite himself, he decided to dip after a few hours.

It becomes a pattern. Until eventually Danny's sitting on that rooftop at least once a week. Trying to find a slice of peace in America's most dangerous city. He has a lot of thoughts about Gotham, many of them reflective, and many of them comparative to Amity. He tries not to do it too often, especially once he catches himself feeling bitter once or twice.

And then he meets Batman.

Their first meeting is brief, inconsequential, and lasts no more than probably five minutes. Danny had never heard of the Batman prior to this, and so after meeting him,, he's kind of hyped. He leaves the man to his city, and doesn't really plan on seeking him out, but it doesn't stop him from feeling a sense of solidarity with him.

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I love the Danny Phantom fandom's medical gore, but why not torture our DC blorbos too?

Lots of fics make Jason an underdeveloped halfa. Lots of fics make Danny basically unkillable because he's a halfa.

I'm going Maximum Angst Route on this one.

The Justice League buys the GIW's rhetoric. They hear about these dangerous energy imprints, these volatile mimicries of life that are hurting people. The GIW claim they've controlled it in the rest of America, but this one small town has a strong one that protects the rest and helps them attack. They ask for help stopping this one, assure them that once Phantom is neutralised, it'll be easy to deal with the rest. The JL agrees. The JL captures Phantom and hands him over to the GIW.

It takes months to capture most of the other ghosts, as they slowly trickle through the portal to find each other. The JL gains an appreciation for the GIW, having previously fought off entities like Skulker and Plasmius without hero help. They trust the GIW, and so when they ask to scan the heroes for any lingering radiation, they agree.

They're alarmed to find many heroes are mildly irradiated. The GIW removes the lingering ectoplasm from most of them, and they're drained afterwards, but they recover. Damian, who had much higher levels than most, seems almost sedated from his usual fury and violence. Cass privately notes that she can't read people as well anymore, and Damian's lethargy looks uncomfortable for him. She gets suspicious, but when no one listens to her concerns, she leaves for Hong Kong again. She's scared that if her levels get higher and they drain her again, she'll lose the ability to read people entirely. She doesn't want to lose such a fundamental part of how she interacts with the world.

When scanning, however, Batman gets pulled aside. They explain they've found a parasitic ghost in Red Hood, and removing it will be a much longer process. They show the ectoplasm levels, the scans with a visible core. Bruce connects this to the Pit Rage, and agrees to let them take Hood, hoping he will finally get his son back. Jason is cautious, but eventually agrees. This could be the cure he never thought he'd get.

The GIW is estatic. They've discovered a new halfa, and if they do this right, they'll be able to study halfa development. They have Phantom to tear apart to see what an actualised halfa looks like, but watching Hood grow and form? Trying to influence his development, maybe even weaponise him? This is an opportunity they have to make the most of. All they have to do is claim the parasite killed Hood before they could remove it, and they can keep him forever.

The second Jason is alone with the GIW, they sedate him. He wakes up in a cage too small to stand in, right next to the very Phantom he helped capture. The kid is asleep, curled on the floor, bleeding through loose stitches on an autopsy wound. He immediately realises they fucked up, and his rage/guilt/panic attack wakes Phantom up. He expected the kid to be angry, upset, even gleeful that Jason was caught too. He didn't expect the kid to look at him with sad pity, to calm him down and say he's sorry that Jason was mislead and betrayed like this. That yeah, shit's gonna suck now, but Danny (as he insisted) would be there for him for as long as their cages were kept together. That unlike Danny these past few months, Jason wouldn't be dealing with it alone.

The scientists slowly feed Jason ectoplasm, and cut him open daily to monitor how it affects him. Ironically, his Pit Rage is cured, but that doesn't make it any better. If anything, it's worse, because now he's fully cognizant and has no extra energy to fight with. He still does fight at first, even without the Pit, but he knows no one's coming to his rescue. Eventually, he joins Danny in his nihilistic snark and dead-eyed stare. And yeah, they joked about that pun.

Time becomes meaningless. They do whatever they can to escape the hopelessness. Horrifyingly morbid jokes, empty bets on what form of torture they'll endure next, whispered stories about the people they miss. They reach through electrified bars just to feel a hand that doesn't mean harm. They spill their guts, metaphorically and literally, exchanging their deepest fears and secrets until they know each other entirely. Their necessary codependency becomes actual love, because how can you go through this together and know each other so deeply and not love each other? Platonically or romantically or the secret third option that's just insanely codependent affection.

She took too long and they got bored waiting for her :/

     “What, come to gloat at the fallen king, again?”  The tired yet mocking voice echoed down the hall unnaturally - and Dick frowned.

     They had no idea what this building had been used for.  Just one day it came onto their - Batman’s - radar with a concerning number of unlicensed and unofficial military personnel… and now it was empty, hastily packed up and abandoned by the day they’d intended to check it out.  They’d not gotten a clue of what this place was for, outside of automatic systems firing on Red Hood of all people.  Not even giving the rest of them a single thought.  In fact, Batman stepping in the path stopped the automatic machines.

     “What’s the matter?  Normally you’re laughing it up - lemme guess, did Boxy give you the slip again?  Maybe Ember caught you in her songs yet again.  The lot of you are simply incompetent, I swear.”  There was something about the way the voice said the word incompetent that tickled at Dick’s brain, but he couldn’t place it at the moment.

     He tapped his comm before moving down the hall, easily finding the only occupied cell.

     The being looked awful.  Their clothing appeared to be some sort of modified royal regalia - which, Dick realized, lent some credibility to the idea the other was a king - but had been torn and ripped to shreds.  They had wounds that were sluggishly weeping a toxic green and their eyes were hazy, as if they weren’t able to see what was in front of them.  If comparing them to a human would create an accurate assessment, they looked sickly and malnourished.  He’d be surprised if someone told him the other had more than one meal a week for several months.  “Awfully silent there, Agent A,” the being smirked in Dick’s general direction - he jolted slightly, realizing the being literally couldn’t see - and Dick grimaced at the codename.  “No big, evil plans to destroy my Realms?  No demands for me to help you capture my subjects?  Not coming in here to make sure I don’t get any bright ideas about escaping?  What’s the plan of the day, hm?”

     “I’m not Agent A,” Dick didn’t know how to start this conversation, really, but that seemed like a safe starting point.

     The being tried sitting up, movements limited as more glowing green trickled out of them, before grimacing and going back to their slumped position.  The frown the king sent towards Dick was equal parts a misdirected glare and confusion.  “No, you’re not,” the being agreed, “who are you then?  Still haven’t gotten my eyesight back from your latest inane tests, fuck you very much, but I don’t recognize that voice.”  Dick’s eyebrows raised and he heard Jason snort over the otherwise silent comms.

     “Ah, I’m not part of… whatever this place was.  I’m Nightwing,” Dick started, prepared to explain further that the Justice League was investigating this and a few other facilities like it that had come to their attention, when the king snorted.

     “Sure, and I’m the Riddler.”  The being stated drily.  “The Justice League don’t give a damn about my people or the GIW, try again.”

     Dick paused, tilting his head slightly - that tone of voice… “Why do you say that?”

     The king sent as incredulous a look as they could towards Dick before they seemed almost… resigned.  “Right, we’re gonna go this route, huh?  A reminder that no one is going to save me or whatever?  Fine, sure, might as well.”  The being huffed a sigh, the sound worrisome if Dick were being totally honest.  If the being were human, he’d be either getting them immediate medical attention and their lungs checked out or setting about trying to make their last moments as comfortable as possible.  “Hm, let’s see, our first few calls to the JL were written off as prank calls, then I presume we called too many times - so our calls then got rerouted to you imbeciles.”  Dick knows who this being was reminding him of, he knows he does, it was just on the tip of his tongue.  “Tuck sent out some distress calls himself directly to a few superheroes, including Batman since you’re masquerading yourself as one of his associates.”  Bruce grunted over the comm, which Dick interpreted as I never got those calls.  “Then, as I’m sure you’re well aware of as Agent A gloats about it all the time, you employed one of the Justice League to help capture me.  You wouldn’t have been successful in the least if you didn’t have their tech and influence.  Though, the fact that you got my adoptive parents to get the drop on me helped immensely.”

     There was no sound as Dick and his family processed that explanation.

     The king spoke up again, seemingly unaware that they’d thrown them all for a loop, “so, did I pass?  Or are we going back to the table?”  Their tone was impatient, obviously wanting to dismiss whoever they thought Dick was, but with a tired wariness that came from knowing whoever it was would not leave and that they’d likely inflict pain upon the being.

     “If you believe the Justice League aren’t going to help,” Dick tried wording it as carefully as he could, “then why won’t your people?”

     “I’ve already told you all this,” the king growled, eyes flickering with a glow of power.  The display made Dick wary - if the being could summon power while in this pitiful state, then how powerful were they actually?  “I made a royal decree, telling them to avoid you lot specifically.  Maybe get your head out of your asses and communicate a little better.”

     “I found the power and security,” Tim said over the comm, breaking up the silence that’d permeated the device as they listened in on the conversation happening.  A couple seconds later, the faint buzz Dick could hear faded and the door to the cell unlocked.  “You’re safe to extract them now; medical has been set up in front of the building.”

     Dick hurried to open the door, “we’re gonna need a lot more than a few bandages, Red.”

     “I can see that,” Tim stated drily, likely cataloging what he could see of the being’s wounds.

     “Alright, your majesty, I’m going to be moving you to a safe place to try to take care of your wounds,” Dick approached the being that was vaguely following his movements, wary of the previous power display, “so uh, please don’t attack me?”

     The king frowned, had been since the moment Dick referred to them as your majesty, but didn’t protest being carefully lifted into Dick’s arms despite their confusion outside of a grimace of pain.

     By all rights, the being looked as if they should be screaming.

     It was a bit of a walk from the cell to the entrance, even with Dick hurrying as much as he dared, so he continued asking questions - easier ones this time.  “So, what’s your name?”

     The being snorted - then winced at whatever pain that had brought up, “you really have no clue what’s going on here, huh.  King Phantom, High King of the Infinite Realms, Protector of Balance, yadda yadda, a bunch of titles that mean jack shit at the moment since I am, all in all, a glorified test subject.”

     “And uh, how old are you?”

     King Phantom didn’t respond for a moment, before weakly asking their own question.  “What is the date?”  When Dick responded, the King seemed to deflate even more.  “I’m 16, then.”

     Dick hesitated, “and… how old were you when you were captured?”

     “It was a week before my 15th birthday.”  More than a year.  More than a year, this kid the same age as Dick’s baby brother had been in captivity, being treated as a test subject - worse than, considering their wounds weren’t even treated and they were left to die in their cell if Dick hadn’t checked that floor.

     Dick could hear crashing and cursing on the other end of his comm, certain Jason was trashing whatever he could in a rage, before the sound was abruptly cut off as Tim filtered the loud noises out of the connection.

     “I’m sorry,” Dick said sincerely - and the king just stared at him, despite the lack of vision.

Teen dad Danny Fenton moving into Crime Alley and getting a reputation for helping. Street kids willing to babysit Ellie and Dan while he’s job hunting can spend the night, have a meal, get cash, whichever they choose. Sec workers who do Ellie’s hair/nails/babysit some nights also get the same benefits. He will treat anyone with injuries for the low price of showing Ellie and Dan their guns/taking them to the observatory/getting him job opportunities.

All of the people in Crime Alley know the single meta dad with two kids, who has helped half the alley at least. Everyone is also aware of how Ellie calls her other parent ‘The Bastard’, and how bad their nightmares are, the ones they have to call Danny for(A few of his repeat guests have seen the scars and burns on his arms. Some of the older street kids recognize that hunted look he gets when people touch him when he doesn’t know they are there. Some of the sec workers notice how protective he is of his kids, and the younger workers. No matter who they are, they all notice how Dan gets quiet and angry when asked about his ‘other dad’. They all have sworn never to let those kids go back to the other dad, Danny included. They are a part of Crime Alley now, and they protect their own)

"Nah, if he was dead he would make more work for daddy."

"Oh wait! I think he's waking up!"

Red Hood woke up with difficulty, his ears still ringing from the explosion that he had been far too close to. Fuck he hated how explosive happy every rogue in Gotham was. Himself included.

Danny is a type of person who stays up all day and tonight doesn't sleep because he doesn't have time and it gets even more hectic after he becomes the ghost king.

He has far too many responsibilities to juggle like being the ghost king , being the local vigilante taking down ghost whenever time of day or night , family responsibilities , political lessons , generally a lot of lessons for some reason he has to master , school , friendships , dismantling every weapon in his parents basement , trying not to get shot etc

So because of that he randomly passes out. Everywhere. Somehow falls asleep everywhere to be honest they only reason he's still awake it's because of the monstrosity of coffee he's making so like imagining scenarios like these were like Mr lancer is teaching and catches Danny sleeping and decides to ask him a question about the book then he wakes up and assumes he's asking about something political and ghost king mode is activated as he explains the whole concept in vivid detail the pros and cons of everything what situations that certain situation should be applied to and what not be applied to gives a vivid examples and proof of crime rates going down or up depending on the city's needs and does a whole lesson on it. Mr lancer asked about the hero in the book and the city he protected… Danny thought he was talking about the crime rates about every hero in the justice League and if they were actually helping or not.

He randomly walks to nasty burger when he like falls on the ground and doesn't get up dash is about to go make fun of him when he notices hold up dis bitch ain't awake so like he stares at Danny for like a good 20 minutes waiting for him to wake up only for Danny not to wake up. It ends up with dash and other A-listers of trying to wake him up with every possible way and failing miserably until jazz or someone else picks him up.

At Wayne enterprises? They have never witnessed Danny wake up to something looking at the board of mathematics unconsciously going to fix it while the tour guide/worker who's trying to show their work stare at him see how he works and nods looking straight at Mr lancer congratulating him for having a genius in his class

The same thing happened at daily planet. Except Danny solved a whole damn murder case like it was second nature and proceeded to bitch slap superman calling him stupid as he proceeds to act like Gordon Ramsay with the case.

it becomes viral on the internet. Danny doesn't know it and frankly does not care.

The class accidentally stumbles upon a jl fight with some kind of super villain (because let's be honest that's their luck) only for Danny to walk up there punch the guy proceed to threaten him in a language none of them know as the super villain looks down ashamed like he just got scolded by his mother as he gets dragged away by Danny continuing the ranting. The class had the supervillain next to them for the rest of the field trip while Danny kept dragging him around until he found some sort of portal and yeeted him in it.

The JL stalk Danny? Everyone has a misfortune of watching this child take 10 of each energy drink and coffee variety and shove it all in some water just to drink it all in one go like he hadn't eaten for days. They thought he was going to die and rushed him to the hospital. He in fact did not die and only slept despite everything he drank. The doctors are either having a heart attacks or trying to come up with some other reason like he's a meta or on a secret alien going to find out he's neither of those.

Everyone watches him in nasty burger as he somehow negotiates with the ghost as if it's some kind of meeting. The ghost leaves red hood comes in Danny gives a whole therapy session and medical advice

Meeting at Star city were they announce a collaboration with another planet? Danny takes wonder woman's notes looks at them redoes them in a second and does the announcement and interview for her. Somehow he nailed it with information the justice League was certain they didn't reveal to anyone.

A cult of assassins appear? Danny looks straight at them with one look and they leave. They are too scared to ask if he was an assassin at some point.

Amity park is convinced that Danny has some weird shit going on in his life for him not to even falter when judging dark sides clothing choices giving him more cultural clothes that they didn't even know exist how does Danny know what this being's culture is?

masterpost please no editing or concrit, this is a first draft <3

“Stop fidgeting,” Dick murmurs.

“I’m not fidgeting,” Wally hisses back.

“You’re a Flash you’re always fidgeting.”

“Then how do you expect me to stop?”

["op was this. not about danny phantom / because if not: wild"]

Okay listen Danny is NOT a college student but do you know what he is? A UNIVERSITY STUDENT WHICH IS SOMEHOW EVEN MORE FULL OF BS don't get him wrong he loves his classes although why do some of them have to be on 7:00 a.m.

Worst part? Metropolis is expensive AF so he's just in Gotham having to take the bus and in case it gets delayed has to get the previous one which unfortunately is on 4:00 a.m. and the amount of assignments he has... so you can only imagine his addiction to coffee and his fantasies about sleeping

So here he is in the middle of a rogue attack at the bus stop sending the most professional email he can on 4:00 a.m. to his professor with a guy that looks more dead than he is beside him clutching his coffee as if it's the only thing keeping him standing which to be fair so is Danny. You know Damian just walk to the other bus stop sure it might take a bit of running and powers but what's the worst I could happen I mean it's not like he's a center of the attack after all.

....

Great he and the could be caffeinated corpse beside him are stuck in a room together and honestly both of them are struggling to even keep awake so much so that the goons have to encourage them to stay awake not even tying them up.

The guy looks at him and he looks back they come to a silent agreement.

Both of them use each other as blankets while they sleep if they die they die at this point they're going to die either out of a heart attack caused by caffeine or exhaust themselves to death and Danny would rather die in his sleep then any other option

... Oh wow that was actually the best sleep he had in years and he woke up with said guy in his arms... He fits perfectly in there and guy is snuggling him on his chest? He also fits perfectly in guys arms? Could this be the miracle he needs for good sleep?! Vigilantes are separating them NO HE NEEDS TO ASK THIS MAN TO BECOME HIS PERSONAL PLUSHIE HE NEEDS A SLEEPING BUDDY SCREW IT PUT ALL HIS SHYNESS AND EMBARRASSMENT IN THE CLOSET THIS IS A MATTER OF LIFE AND DEATH TO HIM HE IS GETTING A VERY HUMAN PLUSH (with consent of course)

.....

Tim would very much love to talk about the day he found the miracle the human embodiment of it that comes in the form of Daniel Aether Graves. His sleep deprived the other half, his favorite pillow and blanket

That miracle of a man straight up asked him to be a sleeping buddy because he recognized how sleep deprived they both were and how somehow someway they're the perfect pillows for each other so they went on this arrangement where they would go either to one of their apartments and do something while cuddling to fall asleep.

This is the best freaking arrange in Tim's life

Why and how is it so easy to fall asleep and wake up energized with this man he will never know but he is not sharing

.....

The bat family are convinced Tim is dating and if he's not dating he's definitely seeing someone when they first heard of Tim's "sleeping buddy" they immediately shut their mouths not wanting to walk into that but something is clearly happening Tim is more energized what are they doing together that's their question...

Will they have the nightmare and risk of possibly walking in something they don't want to see yes but also they might get the secrets to Tim's now energized self

Only to see Tim and some random guy cuddling on the couch with a bunch of blankets covering them in his apartment and the Barbie movie from 2023 playing in the background with a pillow fort at the side was a huge sign saying "EXTREME EMERGENCY SLEEPY TIME"

masterpost, I let the HH discord vote and hill won by tiebreaker. please no editing or concrit, I know there are tense changes I missed but the world is burning and I am tired

Tim ran his fingers through Danny’s hair. Danny was asleep. Three days in and it was very much the normal for Danny to be asleep. Combined with how little Danny managed to eat each meal, it all had Tim concerned. This morning Alfred has spoken to Danny about being certain to eat something each time he was awake. Tim knew the next step was IVs or drip feeds if that didn’t work. He didn’t think that either option would go well.

Alvin shoved back at the constant worrying. He was right, but he was also a hypocrite. Alvin was the biggest mother hen of all of them. If he was fronting then… but Alvin couldn’t.

Because the family still didn’t know.

Half and half. Halfish.

I want one, where they HATE and try to KILL EACH OTHER. Where they're extremely fucked up in their relationship with one another, but can't kill the other because Taila hoped that they could get along.

They spew poison at each other, inflict pain on each other as easy as BREATHING and would leave the other while heavily injured while saying that they could take care of themselves.

I want them to be near mortal-enemies wrapped up in the bodies of two highly-competent and powerful 14 year olds who cannot give a fuck about each other, has a fleeting thought of killing the other on the best of days but doesn't because of their dear mommy Taila.

Then force them to interact with each other after a long period of separation. I don't give a flying FUCK how you manage to do it, perhaps Danny has to run because his parents vivisected him, perhaps the Nasty Burger explosion couldn't be reversed because Clockwork said no and Danny is torn or perhaps Vlad brings him to Gotham for a gala (either redeemed or not redeemed Vlad), etc, etc.

Force these two children who fucking HATE each other under the same roof, make them interact, make them watch each other interact and make comments about it. Maybe even make an unstable Danny try and KILL Damian, but is stopped by the batfam, or maybe make it that Danny can't even bring himself to kill Damian because he's (discounting Talia) the only family he has left.

Maybe even (if you go the Nasty Burger/Dead Fenton fam au) make Danny hate Bruce Wayne's fucking GUTS because this man is trying to replace his dead father (even though Bruce IS his biological father) and hates him even MORE because he looks so similar to Jack's face that he's literally torn whenever he sees him. Make it that he never stays in the same room as Bruce whenever he's not in mask, make it that he tells Bruce TO HIS FACE that he hates the man for trying to replace his dead FUCKING dad and that he will NEVER accept him as one, biologically related or not.

Maybe even make him not like the batfam either just for the fact that they associate with both Bruce and Damian.

(I just remembered about that one post I saw, but BOY is this ramble gonna get even WORSE for dear old Danny. Though this part isn't really necessary could just read the on top bit lol)

Maybe they even find a way to take away his ghost side, and Bruce (With or without Talia) say that it's for the best for him, and Danny? Danny just fucking BREAKS. DOWN. He's full-on crying and screaming at Bruce and maybe has to be held back by the other batkids or not, or maybe he's just fulling on trying to hit Bruce and Bruce either dodges or just takes it.

Saying how fucking DARE he take away his ghost side, that was apart of him and he had NO FUCKING RIGHT to take away something so precious from him. Then Bruce could say that he doesn't need powers, he could be fully if not even more capable as a human.

And Danny just goes "You don't even get it, do you?" And Danny just cries harder because technically that was one the LAST things linking him to his parents. His DEAD parents. Sure, the accident was his fault, but phantom was created because of their portal, in their lab, in their basement.

Even worse if the reveal went RIGHT and they starting accepting how he was half ghost and trying to change their views on ghosts as a whole, only to die. Then, for some guy to just, take away something like that from him?

Maybe Danny would even say that, rip into him about how that was one of the only things linking him to his parents and even if it wasn't he didn't have the fucking right to decide what to do with HIS body.

"You never had to fucking worry about your parents not accepting you, I did. They still loved me regardless, they tried to change for me. But you wouldn't even know what that feels like, would you, you stupid fucking rich boy."

[idk why I typed that part out but just role with it.]

Maybe Bruce tries to sympathize with Danny about his parents, but Danny just doesn't have any fucks left to give about Bruce's life, or anyone else life in Bruce's life at all and just shuts it down or steamrolls over it. At the end of it all Danny is just a crying, shivering wreck and stares down Bruce with eyes full of HATE that tells Bruce one step closer, and he would KILL him.

Maybe then Damian (Either walks in or was there the entire time.) insults Danny over his weakness and depending on his ghost form or something, and Danny just sees fucking RED and jumps on him. No care that he's no longer half ghost, so that he means he could die more easily, no care to anyone else in that room, no care that Talia wanted both of them to get along and not kill each other.

He tries to kill Damian.

He fails miserably, of course, but he still tries. Then tries again and a fucking gain.

Then after all that he just, doesn't come out of his room, or tries to escape and leave Gotham every chance he gets. He never gets far, but he keeps trying, and he never opens up to anyone in the batfam, not even Alfred.

He's just a kid who lost everything he worked so hard for, everything he tried to hide from his biological mother and her assassin league who tried to keep whatever he had left. Now that kid is fueled by nothing but pure, revolting hatred for the people who took even that from him.

Basically like Dark Danny, but way more powerless and fully human.

But Danny hides it from everyone, there's no way he'll show the slightest weakness to these censorship

But, Cass first, they realize that something is wrong. Bruce assumes that Danny has a withdrawal part of his ghost side that must have acted as some sort of drug, explaining to him how Danny would rebel to get cured.

Then Danny has a heart attack in the middle of the Gala, he collapses in public, to give him a cardiac massage, part of his clothes are torn off and more than worrying scars are seen in the light of day and taken in photos.

The batfam had never seen these scars…they checked their notes and…she wasn't there before, or she was barely there

A full x-ray is done… all of Danny's bones are cracked in multiple places and show no signs of healing… on the contrary

All of the batfam being unable to notice is good to me, plus with his experience as apart of the eague of assassins it would just be that extra bit harder to notice some things.

Bruce thinking that Phantom was the equivalent of a drug would make sense if you look at it from a certain angle, one where ectoplasm itself wasn't capable of being addictive, but that Phantom was a parasite. Messing with Danny's head to make him not try and chase him out of his body, and influencing to keep Phantom safe from harm as well.

Bruce thought Phantom was the equivalent of a parasite that forced itself onto his poor son to hide from ghost hunters, and tricked Danny's brain into thinking that Phantom was apart of him, instead of just a random ghost.

But, well, you know what happens. Danny gets a heart attack, and then all of the scars he attained over his life that should've healed came back with a vengeance. Danny would probably end up in a hospital bed to be honest, might have become to physically weak to walk on his own for prolonged periods of time, or even move himself perhaps?

Either way, Damian would definitely berate him over his stupidity of hiding such a thing, and that he should just stop the theatrics already and be thankful that their father decided to even accept him, and still help him as he is now.

Danny would've goddamn punched him if he could.

Danny probably doesn't even want to be hooked up to a hospitable paid with Bruce's money, probably near the start of it he pulled out everything meant to keep him alive and tried to run from the place, didn't get far, but had to have someone watching him after that. Until he got so weak he couldn't do much anymore.

"If you really wanted to be my father, then you can start by letting me die." So says Danny to Bruce currently sitting by his bedside, he isn't even looking at the man out of spit if anything.

Obviously, Bruce isn't going to do it.

But Damian totally would if he asked. I mean, come on, he's been waiting for an excuse to kill his brother since childhood (Danny has as well.), and his mother surely could not fault him if it were a request by his brother himself, right?

That was a request Bruce could handle. The boys needed to talk, with Danny secured to the bed (he wished the restraints weren't still necessary) and Damian divested of his weapons they'd be on somewhat even footing. He left the room, the camera inside directly hooked up to the Batcomputer. He could monitor from there.

Damian stood, with stiff, perfect posture, staring at Danyal. Danyal was slumped on the bed, his eyes glued to his hands laying in his lap. He gave no acknowledgement of Damian's presence.

"What did you want?" Damian bit out. He looked angry, as if visiting his brother's sickbed was a hassle and a bother. It was.

Danyal was silent for a bit, before he asked "Do you know what it is to be empty, Damian?"

When he got no response, he continued. "It's nothing. No hopes, no dreams, no fears. Love, emotions, connections, they're only memories with no understanding behind them. I remember hating you, but I don't now. There's just nothing there anymore." He turned his hand over in his lap. "I remember love. Mom, Dad, Jazz, Sam, Tucker. Ellie. I remember fear, I was afraid of myself, of becoming the worst version of me. Now I don't know why. I remember being horrified by what he did in that timeline, and I remember all of what he did, but now when I look back I feel nothing." He lifted his hand, the one where the branching, tree-like burns stemmed from, still not looking at Damian. "I remember death. Being afraid. I was just fourteen, I was already fourteen when I died." Finally, he looked at his brother. "I asked to see you because I knew you were the only one who would consider this request. Damian Al Ghul, Son of the Bat, Heir to the Demon's Head." Danyal looked at Damian with the coldest, deadest eyes he'd ever seen.

Danny's eyes glanced at Damian's outstretched palm, and Damian clicked his tongue. "Tt. Having second thoughts already? Can you truly get any more pathetic?" Damian raised an eyebrow, tilting his head as if it were a genuine question. Danny shook his head, before tilting it downwards, and Damian crouched down, looking under the bed to see a small, thin pocketknife taped to its underside directing in the middle. Easy enough for him to reach, but practically impossible for Danny, he took it and stood back up.

Damian twirled the knife between his fingers, before placing the blade at Danny's neck as Danny tilted his head upwards, bearing his neck exposed. "Farewell, brother. I hope we do not meet in the next life."

Thank you, he tried to say without words, as his eyes closed for the final time.

I wish I could see my family again.

That was the wish that had started this whole mess, he hadn't realized Desiree was in hearing distance (she wasn't supposed to be there at all) and had gasped it out, sobbing into Vlad's arms.

Desiree couldn't bring the dead back to life, especially when they hadn't left a ghost, but she could search for more living relatives.

She'd found the Waynes, and put them on the guest list for Vlad's next gala. She'd put the idea to have Danny attend into Vlad's head. Made him stubborn on the matter.

She regretted that wish so much now.

The boy was dead now, both halves of him. Desiree worried that this half of him would slip away as his friends and parents had, with his other half locked away.

But as she watched, the boy's eyes became nigh inperceptably greener before closing. A small, whispy trail of familliar green escaped his mouth and she darted over to catch it before it could dissipate.

She needed to get him to the zone, now. The princess had commanded the search for her template's prison long ago, but until Phantom was found, what was left of Danny, memories carried in the tainted ectoplasm he'd managed to siphon away from the Avenger, would need to be kept safe.

"Tt." Damian wiped away the blood on his new pocketknife on the part of the bedsheet not drenched in Danyal's blood and hid it away on his body. "Even in death, you still manage to make such an expression."

Damian turned around, calmly walking towards the door, even if he knew there were to be consequences to his actions. "Be at ease, wherever you end up."

This would hopefully be the last time Danyal Al Ghul, failed heir of the Demon's Head, would ever plague his shadow.

===

He got in trouble for his act, undoubtedly. But he didn't care, much, even if being disallowed from patrol for the foreseeable future is dissatisfactory. His father was watching, and he took that into account while preforming the act, and he would do it again and again if there were no unforeseen variables added into the mix.

"Danyal requested for me to kill him, I simply did my duty as a brother. Is that not what you wished for, father?" Which seemed to be the right words to say, as Bruce was stunned, then his expression turned into a mix of pain and rage before he turned around and stormed off.

Damian didn't get what the big deal was, Danny was going to die anyways. It was plain as day, he was the only one who fully accepted it, it seemed.

So why did it matter if Damian granted him the mercy of a quick, relatively painless, death. Rather than a long, slow, and drawn out one?

...

Goodness. He even finds himself... missing, his younger brother. His constant annoying presence, now that it was extinguished, made everything feel... quieter. Ah well, it doesn't matter, Danyal Al Ghul.

No, Danny Fenton. Died by his hands.

He wouldn't have had it any other way.

===

Vlad regretted ever making Daniel go to that Gala.

He should have gone alone, given the boy far more time to grieve. His mistake caused his lost custody over the boy, and it most certainly resulted in this situation now.

Vlad peeked at the newspaper that laid innocently upon his desk from between his fingers, the crisp, clean paper betraying the dark contents it beheld. The headline 'YOUNGEST SON OF THE WAYNE FAMILY FOUND DEAD', was one of the most damning pieces of news that has ever had the displeasure of entering his eyes.

He rested his elbows on his knees, and his head in hands as he breathed a heavy sigh. The last link to Madeline, (and as much as he surprised himself by this) the last link to that utter oaf Jack, a member of his race, and the one who was closest to a son that he doesn't, and now will never have.

The halfa population has been cut down from its measly three, to an even measlier two.

What does he do now?

===

Ellie held the small blob of tainted ectoplasm as gently as she could possible will herself to be. As if the slightest force would break it.

And to Ellie, it very well seemed possible.

Her gaze was filled with an incredible anguish, as she stared at what was left of her template. Tears dripped down her face, despite her best attempts at trying not to cry.

They need to Phantom.

And quickly.

Her template didn't deserve to die like this, not after everything he's been through, fought so hard for. He saved her, more than once. A steely look entered her eyes, and a determined look etched itself onto her tear-stricken face.

A princess, by the look of her delicate tiara, that flickered out of view if you looked at it the wrong way. A warrior, by the look of the armor she wore, gleaming like the full moon.

A sister, by her story, whose brother had been torn in two and imprisoned. She wanted him back. Her people wanted their king back.

She had heard that the Justice League had assisted other royals. She asked if she could count on their help.

Of course, they promised, they'd do whatever they could. Did she have any information on the person who'd taken him, a description, a name?

Bruce Wayne.

The Justice League's vanguard tensed at the name. The princess asked if they knew him, a cold glint to her eye. She knew what she was doing.

Superman and Wonder Woman said there were things they had to discuss. They welcomed her to wait in one of the Watchtower's many meeting rooms.

"Don’t take too long," Princess Ellie Phantom of the Infinite Realms, eventual Ancient of the Speedforce, replied with a grin. "My people want our king back. And we will have him, by any means necessary."

...

Diana was not sure what to feel as she walked into the Conference Room for the Emergency Meeting with the Extra-Dimensional Princess.

They had been contacted by Justice League Dark about two hours ago. Apparently they had been approached by the Princess of the Realms, asking to be granted an audience with the Justice League. She had warned that the topic of discussion was urgent, and that it could mean a War if not properly handled.

Beforehand, those not familiar with the subject had been given a crash course on The Infinite Realms and its Denizens.

Flash had been skeptical about the idea of Ghosts (ignoring the fact that he had literally met Boston already), until Zatanna caved and just gave him a few research papers on the species. (Apparently they were written by a pair of Technomancers who wanted to rationalize magic)

(She had thankfully been exempt from the Class as she was familiar with the Realms through her Aunt Pandora.)

She walked to her spot in the meeting room, and took her seat. To her right sat Kal-El, with an empty seat in between the two of them. That seat belonged to their missing Team Member, and arguably their leader, Batman. He was currently on mandatory Time-Off while he dealt with the tragic loss of his youngest son.

The Void in the seat next to her fell to the back of her mind as the one who called for the Meeting walked into the Room.

A pair of beings walked into the Room. The one that drew the most attention was the larger one, a 7 ft tall man in a set of intimidating Purple Armor, with a glowing green sword at his side.

The second one was shorter, much shorter. She was obviously young, maybe 12 years of age, with flowing snow white hair and glowing green eyes. It seemed obvious she was the Princess by the Circlet of Ice that sat on her Head. The other one must have been her Bodyguard.

She walked to the center of the Room, in the middle of the large U-shaped Table often used for Conference Meetings. She looked up, an expression of determination on her face.

"Greetings, my name is Danielle Phantom, and I am the Princess of the Ghost Zone. This-" She gestured to the Knight at her side, "-is my Guard, Fright Knight. I am here to discuss a matter of great importance.

She sounded awkward talking like this, as if she was not used to speaking formally. It was probably her first time addressing a crowd as the princess.

"We welcome you, Princess Danielle. We are the Justice League, the Protectors of the Human Realms," Diana introduced them, "What have you come to ask of us, your Majesty?"

"I come here to ask your help in avoiding a War with my kingdom." She said in a grave voice, "Recently, a member of the Human Realm nearly succeeded in Ending our King, Phantom."

"What?" Asked Zatanna, shock clear on her face. "Who could do such a thing?"

It was a good question. Diana was more than familiar with King Phantom's actions through her aunt Pandora's stories. She constantly gushed about how well he was doing for himself, and how proud she was that the Warrior she had trained had risen to be the King of the Realms at such a young age. He was too powerful to be beaten by a Human, how did this happen?

She voiced the question.

"It was his Human Father." Princess Danielle said bitterly, "Phantom was staying in the Human Realm with another of our kind as he grieved the recent loss of his adoptive family. Unfortunately, while he was there, he was discovered by his Birth Family and taken from Plasmius' care."

It was lucky they had covered just how young Phantom was in the Crash Course, or there may have been a few questions raised here.

"He resisted their attempts to replace his lost family, and his Father took offense to that." She said angrily. "He knocked Phantom out while he was in his Human Form and decided that his Ghostly Side was the problem, that it was what was making him too, 'emotional' and 'unstable'".

Diana felt as if she could see where this was going. And she did not like it.

"He resolved to remove the problem at the source by ripping out his Core."

The others, who just understood the basics of what a Ghost was and what their Core was, got angry on his behalf, not fully grapsing the situation. Those who fully understood what that meant froze in Horror.

The Core of a Ghost is the most important part of their being. It is their Soul, their Being, the 'Core' of their very existence. To even touch another Ghosts Core was a crime, but to rip out the Core of not just Royalty, but a Baby by Ghost standards? It was the most unforgivable atrocity one could commit. It would End most Ghosts in an instant.

"Due to his nature as a Halfa, my brother managed to just avoid Ending. But his Human Half began to deteriorate, and he lost all emotional connections." She explained, "When it Eventually gave out, we managed to capture his Human Half's Essence. But we still need his Ghostly Half, his Core, to save him. Neither aide can survive without the other for long."

Kal-El quickly asked, "Do you know what happened to it?"

"No. We know that it was sealed away in some sort of container so he couldn't retrieve it, but not where it ended up." She answered. "What I am asking of you is help in finding my brothers Core before half of his being is fully destroyed, and he ends forever."

"We'll start searching immediately." Answered Flash, "But what about the Human who did this?"

She looked at the entire room. "Do you promise to hand him over so we may punish him to the full extent of our Laws?"

Kal-El spoke up, and in a confident voice he stated, "Yes, we promise. What was his name?"

She stayed silent for a moment, but before she could answer, her Knight spoke up for the first time since he walked in.

GIVE me the justice league who are struck with the realization, the complete Gravity of this situation.

So much so they all rush to where the Core would be. All thier practiced movements becoming sharper more refined in an attempt to save the Orb.

GIVE me the moment when they arrive, to an empty cave with only the faint sound of water slowly dripping onto the barren floor.

When they walk to the only source of light in the unlit cave, an eerie green glow lighting up a far corner of the cave, behind an imposing shadow.

GIVE me the moment that exact millisecond when they realize whats goin to happen. Only for them to rush forward, thier practiced movements all becoming sloppy and desperate. All of them trying so hard to reach the orb in time.

Give me the moment when they see it be ruthlessly crushed to pieces. Shattered into pieces so small it was beyond repair.