Im here, Im queer, and I don't know what Im doing

The human brain is constantly taking in information 24/7, even information we don't consciously acknowledge or notice like faint smells, the air pressure changing, quiet everyday noises, body language, etc. Our minds are constantly taking this information in and storing it for use, but not making it a priority. This intense awareness of our surroundings is what gives us our intuition, alerts us to something being wrong, and the body language of others, and the normal person won't even notice this!

hope you have a lovely day and are in good health :D

I haven't read a fic like this, but maybe someone would recognize it? Can someone help us find DJ Danny? (Also, I had no idea Danny had a middle name! This opens many doors for my brain)

Now, if I misunderstood and you were making a prompt rather than asking to locate a fic, then I love this idea.

I picture Danny with one too many drinks at the Ice Lounge, dancing around and dropping his wallet. A rare good civilian finds it, takes it to the front, and they make an announcement for Danny to come to the front. If he failed to go in five minutes, they would keep it (the employees had already taken out the cash to give to Penguin), but drunk Danny didn't realize they were calling his initials and last name. He genuinely stops mid-dance because he's been assigned as a DJ and he needs to go perform.

Before his friends can stop him, he stumbles to the stage, climbs up the station and zaps his powers into the house set up. It's an imitation of Technus's ability to access electronics, but it's enough for him to learn how to use it and force it to do what he wants, without having to actually load songs. He quickly takes over the music, and the entire club is screaming.

He's not even infusing them with his powers; he's just got a good ear for mixing songs. He even zaps into the lights, throwing random spotlights on the best dancers he sees, shouting "theme music for you!" changing the song to match their vibe, and the crowd loves it. Penguin is alerted right away that someone hijacked his DJ booth -the other DJ got busted by Batman, so he was a no-show- and he's about to "bring him in" until he sees how successful Danny is.

His men informed him that word had spread online and that a line wrapped around the block was waiting to come in. Not to mention, Danny keeps randomly yelling sentences like, "This next set is best with Volka Soda!" because he likes to make playlists to whatever he's drinking that night. The bar gets an overflow of people following Danny's alcohol suggestions. He basically doubled thier profit in only an hour. What's more, after playing the entire night, the guy just leaves, doesn't even ask for pay, and Penguin basically made more in one night than in the entire month.

He demands that his men find DJ Fenton and have him become an exclusive DJ at Ice Lounge. He'll pay him triple the usual rate he offers DJs as long as Danny pushes more drinks like he did that night.

Meanwhile, Danny was so drunk he woke up the following morning with a killer hangover and no memory of what he had done. He is unaware that Penguin is hunting him down for a job, and when his men first tried to talk to him, Danny assumes he pissed off the crime lord.

He runs away from the Penguin-hired goons, deciding to go to ground while planning how to get out of the city. This catches the Bats' attention, so they also start chasing him to offer protection, but Danny counts as a meta, so he assumes they are chasing him to hurt him, as "No Metas allowed in Gotham" rumors make him paranoid. Now he's got to escape Gotham while avoiding both Penguin and Batman, which is nearly impossible no matter what he attempts. He's just lucky he's fast enough to vanish in the streets whenever they get close.

Danny dodges them all for a month, while Penguin has already announced his next show and is growing impatient that the man hasn't come by to sign a contract. He will have that idiot for the next show, even if he has to pay more.

After a lot of convincing Danny agrees to meet Penguin in a neutral space to go over his DJ act and potential new job. During this meeting something happens to spook Danny and he accidentally frosts over his cup of whatever, leading to Penguin realizing that this guy is probably an ice meta and was/is so difficult to get because he's terrified of being hurt for his powers. This leads to Penguin promising Danny some personal guards whenever at work and this is what leads Danny to cautiously accepting.

Things go good for like a month, Penguin is making absolute bank, Danny has somehow cemented himself in the favorite coworker/work nephew spot, and there's only been like 2 issues max. But then a destable Ellie appears followed closely by a now deranged Vlad (Fenton experiment gone wrong, evil artifact, who knows). Leading the Bats and Penguin to learn about Danny's deranged godfather having essentially violated him and that he had a daughter at 14 (cloning without consent is 100% a violation and while not as bad as SA, could probably be considered pretty close, especially if the clone has DNA from different people as that's just a test tube baby).

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Basically you colorpick any part of the clouds and you have yourself a good base, pattern, and eye color! Feel free to use these to make your own dragons-- you don't have to credit me but I'd love to see what you make :D

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I am deeply enamored with the prompt where Danny gets mistaken for (or correctly identified as) some kind of pit creature—god, angel, demon, mermaid, eldritch problem, take your pick.

The rules are simple:

• Danny is a gremlin.

• Danny either has no idea who the hell keeps bathing in his pool, or

• He knows and is doing something specifically to be annoying.

Now consider this:

Danny discovers the Lazarus Pit.

Naturally, everyone else assumes he’s a creature of the Pit. A guardian. A god. A cursed spirit. A mermaid (he got the look). Danny does absolutely nothing to correct this.

But instead of the usual routes—destroying the League of Assassins, adopting Damian, picking a moral side—Danny just… starts chatting and continues to do so for centuries in their world.

Ra’s al Ghul becomes his pool buddy.

They talk while soaking in the Pit. Ra’s gives long, dramatic monologues about destiny, immortality, and the decay of the world. Danny listens politely, floating upside down, occasionally splashing, responding through some kind of ghostly translation magic that turns his very normal thoughts into something vaguely ominous and prophetic.

Ra’s: “The world must be cleansed to be reborn.”

Danny (meaning): “Yeah, stagnation sucks. You ever try bubble filters?”

Danny (translated): “All cycles end in rot, and rot demands renewal.”

Ra’s is thrilled.

Danny just thinks his pool buddy is neat.

Then one day Danny sees Ra’s with the Batfamily.

Danny, with complete sincerity, assumes this is Ra’s trying to invite his other friends to pool time.

So Danny tries to help.

He attempts to guide one of them into the Pit. It does not go well. There is screaming. There is grappling. There is Batman shouting about unknown entities and containment protocols.

Danny is confused. A little offended.

Still, every time he sees them after that, he tries again.

Not aggressively. Just:

• appearing out of the Pit like a horror movie mermaid,

• holding out a hand,

• ominously intoning (via broken translation magic):

“Enter the waters. The pool is warm. We are bonding.”

The Batfamily is convinced this is a recruitment ritual.

Ra’s is delighted.

Danny is just trying to get his friends to hang out.

——————-

POV: Ra’s al Ghul

In his first centuries, when Ra’s al Ghul was still learning what immortality cost, he met the creature.

Back then, the Lazarus Pit was wilder. Less refined. Less… tamed. Ra’s had only bathed a handful of times when, during one resurrection, the waters did not still.

They shifted.

Something surfaced with him.

Ra’s woke choking on life and madness, and found himself face to face with a being already awake, already watching him with mild curiosity—as if Ra’s were the strange thing in the pool.

The creature was young-looking, but not young. Luminous in the Pit’s glow, hair drifting like ink in water, eyes reflecting death without fear. It did not recoil from the Pit’s frenzy. It was not consumed by it.

It belonged.

Ra’s understood immediately: a child of the Pit, born from death repeated too many times.

The creature spoke.

Ra’s heard:

“You return too soon. The waters remember you.”

What it meant, in a voice filtered through strange translating magic:

“Wow, that was fast. You good, dude?”

Ra’s laughed. He could not help it.

From then on, Ra’s was never alone when he resurrected.

In those early centuries—before the League, before empires rose and fell beneath his feet—the creature would join him in the Pit. Sometimes already there, sometimes arriving halfway through Ra’s rebirth, as if checking on him.

It asked questions. Strange ones.

Why do you do this?

Does it hurt every time?

Do you ever take breaks?

The Pit twisted these into riddles and warnings. Ra’s heard prophecy. Doctrine. Judgment.

Ra’s answered honestly.

He spoke of saving the world, of cleansing corruption, of shepherding humanity forward. The creature listened, chin propped on its hands, occasionally nodding.

It responded with statements like:

“Endless renewal without rest fractures the soul.”

(which meant: “That sounds exhausting.”)

Ra’s took this as sacred counsel.

Centuries passed.

Ra’s refined the Pit. Controlled it. Built rituals, safeguards, entire philosophies around it. Through it all, the creature remained—unchanged, unaging, eternally informal.

Sometimes it vanished for decades. Sometimes centuries. But whenever Ra’s returned to the Pit, there it was again, greeting him like an old friend.

Back again?

—rendered by magic as—

“The cycle resumes.”

When Ra’s finally formed the League, he spoke of the guardian with reverence. He warned his followers not to disturb the waters unnecessarily. It was watched.

They obeyed.

Only much later—much later—did Ra’s bring outsiders to the Pit.

The bats.

——

Ra’s al Ghul has faced the Detective many times.

This encounter is no different: steel, smoke, accusations, inevitability. The Bat stands between Ra’s and the Pit, his allies fanned out behind him, tense and prepared. Ra’s is already calculating angles, exits, casualties.

Violence is imminent.

Then the waters of the Lazarus Pit ripple.

Ra’s freezes.

Slowly—deliberately—the guardian emerges.

Pale glow first. Then eyes. Then the familiar, impossible calm of a being that has watched Ra’s die and rise more times than any mortal ever should.

The Pit-spirit floats at the surface, blinking as it takes in the scene.

The bats.

The weapons.

Ra’s, poised to strike.

The creature tilts its head.

“Oh,” it says—though what Ra’s hears is something closer to:

“Conflict stains the waters before it begins.”

Ra’s does not move. He does not dare.

The bats, unfortunately, do.

One of them shifts, weapon raising half an inch.

The creature immediately misunderstands everything.

Its expression softens. Brightens. Recognition dawns.

“You brought friends?” it says, pleased.

Translated as: “The circle widens. New souls approach the threshold.”

Batman reacts instantly.

The creature reacts faster.

It glides closer to the edge of the Pit, extending a hand—not threatening, not aggressive, just inviting. Like one would gesture toward warm water on a cold night.

“Careful,” it says gently. “First time can be rough, but you’ll feel better after.”

Ra’s closes his eyes.

Of course this is happening.

Chaos erupts.

The bats scatter. Someone swears. Someone fires a grappling hook. The creature recoils, startled, nearly slipping back into the Pit.

“Huh,” it says, confused.

Rendered ominously as: “Fear resists transformation.”

Ra’s snaps orders, retreating—not from the bats, but to shield the Pit. He positions himself between them and the guardian, blade lowered but ready.

The creature looks at him, baffled.

“They don’t want to hang out?” it asks.

Ra’s exhales, slow and reverent.

“They are… unprepared,” he says carefully.

The guardian considers this. Nods. Withdraws a little, sinking back into the waters.

“Okay,” it says. “Next time, then.”

The bats escape.

Silence returns.

Ra’s kneels by the Pit, heart still racing—not from battle, but from relief.

“I apologize,” he says quietly.

The creature shrugs, already relaxing.

“It’s fine. You tried.”

And Ra’s al Ghul—immortal, feared, unwavering—accepts, once again, that he is not the most dangerous being in the room.

And at some point for whatever reason, whether bad reveal or the G.I.W get the jump on them, Danny gets really hurt, like missing an arm levels of bad. In this Ellie either destabilizes or is forced back into her core along with Dante, and desperate to protect them he takes them to his pool buddy to protect while he goes and deals with whatever is happening in his world, not exactly realizing what he looks like at the moment.

He just got tasked with protecting these two eggs. And has no idea how to keep them alive. He doesn't even know if Danny's eggs are like crocodile eggs, and the embryo changes gender based on temperature.

And say Danny was so desperate to protect Ellie and Dante became their cores are cracked.

So not only does Ra's have no idea what to do. He has no idea if either egg is alive anymore. Cracks on eggs when they aren't hatching is extremely concerning after all.

Then starts diving into ALL the centuries of bestiaries, trying to find Anything to narrow down similarities between these Apparent Eggs and. Any category of species ever. Anything. Birds? Reptiles? Amphibians? Platypi? AnYtHiNg, pls.

Given that they came from his Pit Buddy, he can guess that Lazarus Waters are Probably beneficial? But. Will they drown if he just. Nests them IN the Pit? Should he rig some kind of floating, supportively-suspending net to the shallows for them? Keep them always partially above water but rotate them so no spot gets too little? Should he be keeping the cracks above water or below it? Do they Need to breath air or Pit Water?

(I accidentally gave myself the mental image of heavy-but-exquisite netting attached to rings made of pool floaties or noodles. Like a floatie ring for toddlers but makeshift and silly.)

And Danny still isn't back yet.

So to Ra's it looks like his Pit buddy's kids are hatching. Without him.

And he read about how many animals imprint on the first thing they see.

Meanwhile, the League has started leaving offerings in the pit chamber for the twins. Lots of soft materials and piles of shiny treasures that the female loved to play with and even a couple potted plants that the male seems to appreciate.

When Danny eventually returns, he brings Sam and Tucker with him.

I'm a sucker for the everlasting trio as halfas, so Sam is in full dryad mode and Tucker has skin that shimmers, golden eyes, and golden claws. It's clear to Ras that these are the Guardian's mates and the twins' other parents.

He doesn't dare protest as the dryad tips over the potted plants which rapidly grow into a miniature jungle and the gold touched being begins to create otherworldly devices by molding the precious metals like clay.

I'm imagine that the trio are in rough shape right now, with Danny being the worst atm, way worse than before. I'm imaging that life half his torso is gone and his tail is all sorts of fucked up, wounds that'd instantly kill any mortal (and maybe even Ra's).

The thing that ends up concerning Ra's the most though is that the Guardian isn't healing as fast as usual, he understands that this amount of damage would take ages to heal, but by the time the Guardian's partners are healed the Guardian themself has barely made any progress.

So concerned, he asks one of Danny's partners if he was okay and why healing was taking so long (I'll say that it was Sam he asked), and she explained that he got hit with a weapon that used blood blossoms, and how they were essentially death for Ghosts and liminal.

But because we still have translation issues Ra's hears of a flower that eats away at and devours all that the Lazarus Pits touch, how it was turned into a weapon to destroy the waters and all those blessed by them, how despite the danger the Guardian, who the Dryad called Diadem (she actually called him Danny, but weird magic translation stuff happened and now he's a star), had taken hits from this weapon to protect his partners. And while he'd heal, it'd take much longer as the poison remains in his system trying to eat away at him.

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I am deeply enamored with the prompt where Danny gets mistaken for (or correctly identified as) some kind of pit creature—god, angel, demon, mermaid, eldritch problem, take your pick.

The rules are simple:

• Danny is a gremlin.

• Danny either has no idea who the hell keeps bathing in his pool, or

• He knows and is doing something specifically to be annoying.

Now consider this:

Danny discovers the Lazarus Pit.

Naturally, everyone else assumes he’s a creature of the Pit. A guardian. A god. A cursed spirit. A mermaid (he got the look). Danny does absolutely nothing to correct this.

But instead of the usual routes—destroying the League of Assassins, adopting Damian, picking a moral side—Danny just… starts chatting and continues to do so for centuries in their world.

Ra’s al Ghul becomes his pool buddy.

They talk while soaking in the Pit. Ra’s gives long, dramatic monologues about destiny, immortality, and the decay of the world. Danny listens politely, floating upside down, occasionally splashing, responding through some kind of ghostly translation magic that turns his very normal thoughts into something vaguely ominous and prophetic.

Ra’s: “The world must be cleansed to be reborn.”

Danny (meaning): “Yeah, stagnation sucks. You ever try bubble filters?”

Danny (translated): “All cycles end in rot, and rot demands renewal.”

Ra’s is thrilled.

Danny just thinks his pool buddy is neat.

Then one day Danny sees Ra’s with the Batfamily.

Danny, with complete sincerity, assumes this is Ra’s trying to invite his other friends to pool time.

So Danny tries to help.

He attempts to guide one of them into the Pit. It does not go well. There is screaming. There is grappling. There is Batman shouting about unknown entities and containment protocols.

Danny is confused. A little offended.

Still, every time he sees them after that, he tries again.

Not aggressively. Just:

• appearing out of the Pit like a horror movie mermaid,

• holding out a hand,

• ominously intoning (via broken translation magic):

“Enter the waters. The pool is warm. We are bonding.”

The Batfamily is convinced this is a recruitment ritual.

Ra’s is delighted.

Danny is just trying to get his friends to hang out.

——————-

POV: Ra’s al Ghul

In his first centuries, when Ra’s al Ghul was still learning what immortality cost, he met the creature.

Back then, the Lazarus Pit was wilder. Less refined. Less… tamed. Ra’s had only bathed a handful of times when, during one resurrection, the waters did not still.

They shifted.

Something surfaced with him.

Ra’s woke choking on life and madness, and found himself face to face with a being already awake, already watching him with mild curiosity—as if Ra’s were the strange thing in the pool.

The creature was young-looking, but not young. Luminous in the Pit’s glow, hair drifting like ink in water, eyes reflecting death without fear. It did not recoil from the Pit’s frenzy. It was not consumed by it.

It belonged.

Ra’s understood immediately: a child of the Pit, born from death repeated too many times.

The creature spoke.

Ra’s heard:

“You return too soon. The waters remember you.”

What it meant, in a voice filtered through strange translating magic:

“Wow, that was fast. You good, dude?”

Ra’s laughed. He could not help it.

From then on, Ra’s was never alone when he resurrected.

In those early centuries—before the League, before empires rose and fell beneath his feet—the creature would join him in the Pit. Sometimes already there, sometimes arriving halfway through Ra’s rebirth, as if checking on him.

It asked questions. Strange ones.

Why do you do this?

Does it hurt every time?

Do you ever take breaks?

The Pit twisted these into riddles and warnings. Ra’s heard prophecy. Doctrine. Judgment.

Ra’s answered honestly.

He spoke of saving the world, of cleansing corruption, of shepherding humanity forward. The creature listened, chin propped on its hands, occasionally nodding.

It responded with statements like:

“Endless renewal without rest fractures the soul.”

(which meant: “That sounds exhausting.”)

Ra’s took this as sacred counsel.

Centuries passed.

Ra’s refined the Pit. Controlled it. Built rituals, safeguards, entire philosophies around it. Through it all, the creature remained—unchanged, unaging, eternally informal.

Sometimes it vanished for decades. Sometimes centuries. But whenever Ra’s returned to the Pit, there it was again, greeting him like an old friend.

Back again?

—rendered by magic as—

“The cycle resumes.”

When Ra’s finally formed the League, he spoke of the guardian with reverence. He warned his followers not to disturb the waters unnecessarily. It was watched.

They obeyed.

Only much later—much later—did Ra’s bring outsiders to the Pit.

The bats.

——

Ra’s al Ghul has faced the Detective many times.

This encounter is no different: steel, smoke, accusations, inevitability. The Bat stands between Ra’s and the Pit, his allies fanned out behind him, tense and prepared. Ra’s is already calculating angles, exits, casualties.

Violence is imminent.

Then the waters of the Lazarus Pit ripple.

Ra’s freezes.

Slowly—deliberately—the guardian emerges.

Pale glow first. Then eyes. Then the familiar, impossible calm of a being that has watched Ra’s die and rise more times than any mortal ever should.

The Pit-spirit floats at the surface, blinking as it takes in the scene.

The bats.

The weapons.

Ra’s, poised to strike.

The creature tilts its head.

“Oh,” it says—though what Ra’s hears is something closer to:

“Conflict stains the waters before it begins.”

Ra’s does not move. He does not dare.

The bats, unfortunately, do.

One of them shifts, weapon raising half an inch.

The creature immediately misunderstands everything.

Its expression softens. Brightens. Recognition dawns.

“You brought friends?” it says, pleased.

Translated as: “The circle widens. New souls approach the threshold.”

Batman reacts instantly.

The creature reacts faster.

It glides closer to the edge of the Pit, extending a hand—not threatening, not aggressive, just inviting. Like one would gesture toward warm water on a cold night.

“Careful,” it says gently. “First time can be rough, but you’ll feel better after.”

Ra’s closes his eyes.

Of course this is happening.

Chaos erupts.

The bats scatter. Someone swears. Someone fires a grappling hook. The creature recoils, startled, nearly slipping back into the Pit.

“Huh,” it says, confused.

Rendered ominously as: “Fear resists transformation.”

Ra’s snaps orders, retreating—not from the bats, but to shield the Pit. He positions himself between them and the guardian, blade lowered but ready.

The creature looks at him, baffled.

“They don’t want to hang out?” it asks.

Ra’s exhales, slow and reverent.

“They are… unprepared,” he says carefully.

The guardian considers this. Nods. Withdraws a little, sinking back into the waters.

“Okay,” it says. “Next time, then.”

The bats escape.

Silence returns.

Ra’s kneels by the Pit, heart still racing—not from battle, but from relief.

“I apologize,” he says quietly.

The creature shrugs, already relaxing.

“It’s fine. You tried.”

And Ra’s al Ghul—immortal, feared, unwavering—accepts, once again, that he is not the most dangerous being in the room.

And at some point for whatever reason, whether bad reveal or the G.I.W get the jump on them, Danny gets really hurt, like missing an arm levels of bad. In this Ellie either destabilizes or is forced back into her core along with Dante, and desperate to protect them he takes them to his pool buddy to protect while he goes and deals with whatever is happening in his world, not exactly realizing what he looks like at the moment.

Damian: he is chasing ghosts, of course

Tim: aw you actually made a joke for once!you're learning lol

I imagine that Danny barely looks human as of right now, so it'd just be this massive, serpentine thing made of ice and snow and shadow and space with Lazarus green eyes draped over Damian's shoulders like those massive snakes.

In this I'm betting that because Alfred the Cat immediately noticed Danny, Damian was the first human resident of the Manor to learn (followed by Duke because Danny's glow is BRIGHT). Ima say their first meeting was during one of the times Damian stayed home instead of going out as Robin (sick, benched, whatever) and noticed AtC acting weird and looking in a specific corner. Which is normal cat behavior, but when he looked to see whatever AtC was looking at he actually saw it, which did startle him a bit because he honestly didn't expect to see anything. Before Damian reacted though to the unknown and try and figure out if it was a threat he saw its eyes which looked like pools of Lazarus water, and while he'd never tell anyone he does find the color comforting, a reminder of his first home. He then saw that it was injured (it doesn't say why Danny is here so I'm saying something bad happened in Amity and he needed to gtfo). Danny at this point noticed the boy staring at him, realized he must've accidentally dropped his invisibility, and quickly went invisible again as he fled.

Damian, who's probably cursing at himself for not doing anything, then starts spending time trying to draw the thing out by gaining its trust to learn more, and hopefully be able to help its injuries. Damian had seen the flicker of fear in its deep green eyes before it vanished, it may not have been an animal as far as he knew but it was scared and hurt like one, and he wasn't going to let it keep suffering.

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Danny hates Batman. It wasn’t because of the mess in Amity Park, nor because of the whole no meta in Gotham rule. No — Danny hates him because he is Bruce Wayne.

A decade ago, the Fenton parents were invited to an important event in Gotham, where they were supposed to promote some of their non-violent, non-ghost-related inventions. But Bruce Wayne, after looking into their research, thought they were trying to sell weapons — and found a way to destroy their reputation.

If it weren’t for some of their old patents, they would have ended up on the street. Not only did he make Danny’s parents cry, but he also tried to report them for abuse — when there wasn’t any.

When Danny was a child, he thought the whole ordeal had just been an unlucky series of events that Bruce Wayne caused by accident. So, while he didn’t like him, he didn’t hate him either — because Danny himself knew what it was like to make bad things happen by accident.

But when he was sixteen and discovered the true identities of the Justice League… he realized it hadn’t been an accident at all.

—————

That night, everything changed.

Sixteen-year-old Danny Fenton had seen a lot of things since the accident that made him half-ghost. He’d fought creatures made of shadows, faced eldritch horrors, and even saved the world a couple of times. But none of that compared to the cold fury he felt when he connected the dots — when he realized Batman and Bruce Wayne were the same person.

The same man who ruined his parents’ careers.

The same man who’d called Child Protective Services on them, convinced they were abusing him.

The same man who smiled on camera, talking about charity and family values, while quietly dismantling others behind closed doors.

Danny had always thought Batman was supposed to be one of the good guys. A hero. Someone who protected the innocent.

But now all he could see was a hypocrite in a cape.

He didn’t tell anyone — not Sam, not Tucker, not even Jazz. He just… kept it inside, like a cold ember smoldering in his chest. Whenever the Justice League showed up on the news, he’d look away. Whenever Batman’s name was mentioned, his jaw would tighten.

And when he met the League in person for the first time, years later — when they came to Amity Park to “investigate an interdimensional anomaly” — Danny was calm.

Too calm.

Because he wasn’t that scared kid anymore.

He was Phantom.

Thus begins his plan to file a report with CPS about Batman's care of his sidekicks; after all the video comilition of the youngest Robin calling the man father is proof enough of him at least adopting some of them, and he has a lot of ghosts of Gotham he can ask about the worste things Batman has done to his children. Separately he does the same Bruce Wayne's career and gets those interviews, and then posts his testimonies from ghost online. Why online? Because CPS won't do jack against kids in homes with roof, food, and water and he needs both of the guys identities to feel the pressure from outsiders constantly thinking he's an unfit parent; give him a taste of what his parents felt for years because of Bruce's planned slander. It won't be the same but it will be a start.

Title of his post.

Ghost speaks all on Gotham's two biggest heroes and how they use 'Family' like tools.

Batman evidence: Could mention baterrand incident, tim 16th birthday, not getting trained individuals to help Damian stop killing, accusing a child of murder without proof, arbitrary punishments of losing Robin without warning if he 'doesnt think the child will be safe' but doesnt bother to keep child safe when they move to Blud, hitting the oldest foster child, using Robin as a manipulationto get children to return to fighting crime with him, having children pretend to die for a bid in his war, etc.

Bruce evidence: first child moves away before 18, 2nd child runs away to find real family, 3rd child was groomed to take over company, 4th child needs intervention services and despite getting these services for 1st foster child has refused tp get them for his blood child, is fostering a child of color but does not open his home to this child's old friends and suddenly this child loses contact with old friends and their new friends are already pre-approved 'friends' of the family.

It doesnt matter to Danny if it's taken out of context. Batman took his whole family out of context. He will return thst favor.

Phantom is a protection spirit. He can't simply turn a blind eye to imminent danger when he sees it's coming; doing so would be in direct conflict to his very being. And it's definitely coming for this "family unit". His years spent as Jazz's little brother, listening to all her psycho babble, have taught him that.

Danny, being a kid with a sister who loves psychology, understands more than anyone how bad this is. Are any of them getting proper schooling? Are their sleep schedules okay? How many of them have nearly died? Had any of them actually wanted to be heroes or was it something they were taught to want due to having powers/hero parent(s)?

Phantom had no choice but to become a hero, he's a protector spirit, not protecting literally hurts him. But how many of these kids actually had a choice? From what he's learned the first Superboy certainly didn't, but what about the others? Did they have a choice in becoming a hero? Or were they just told they did when in reality they didn't?

Lowkey, I'm not good at putting my thoughts into words and im on mobile, so I really hope this all makes sense, but;

And also a violation of human rights, which makes it worse. Like, yeah, you can argue its heroism (which, is basically legal in dc) but if you think about it too long it gets real bad, especially when you look into certain comic issues and see what happens to certain characters, like Beast Boy, or Raven, or literally any young superhero.

The psychological issues are insane. And are documented well. Quoting the wiki on child soldiers "Child soldiers who survive armed conflict frequently develop psychiatric illness, poor literacy and numeracy, and behavioral problems such as heightened aggression, which together lead to an increased risk of unemployment and poverty in adulthood. Research in the United Kingdom has found that the enlistment and training of adolescent children, even when they are not sent to war, is often accompanied by a higher risk of suicide, stress-related mental disorders, alcohol abuse, and violent behavior."

And "Child soldiers who survive armed conflict face a markedly elevated risk of debilitating psychiatric illness, poor literacy and numeracy, and behavioural problems. Research in Palestine and Uganda, for example, has found that more than half of former child soldiers showed symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder and nearly nine in ten in Uganda screened positive for depressed mood. Researchers in Palestine also found that children exposed to high levels of violence in armed conflict were substantially more likely than other children to exhibit aggression and anti-social behaviour."

Simply put, say a child superhero doesn't want to fight crim anymore? The damage is already done, and what will the league do? Yeah, they could offer therapy, maybe even help out with civilian life, but that doesn't take away that said child has had their innocence taken away, torn apart and stomped down. I mean, in the comic issues AND animated series we can see how badly certain situations can affect them.

An example here would be, say, Young Justice Season 1, Episode 16, "Failsafe', where the Young Justice team goes into a simulation and deals with severe trauma due to the simulation going out of control. Yes, it's a simulation, but that does not stop it being traumatising, especially seeing your friends and mentors dead!

Yes, they get therapy, but these are still children! Teenagers who are being put through simulations for battles!

Another thing, pulling from the wiki on child soldiers here again, but: "Children are targeted for their susceptibility to influence, which renders them easier to recruit and control. While some are recruited by force, others choose to join up, often to escape poverty or because they expect military life to offer a rite of passage to maturity."

Which, if we look at the Justice League mentoring young heroes or employing young heroes (who could reasonably be from poor situations, see: Jason Tood, or Dick Grayson, or Artemis) for easy labour, or to make an army. (In some cases, if I'm remembering correctly from when I used to watch Yoing Justice and Justice League Animated, there have been a few episodes where they go against the government or even caused large amounts of damage that could cause civilian deaths, or even the deaths of heroes.)

You could also take Jason Tood (a famous example here) as being forced into superheroing. Depending on the backstory you choose, or even issue, you could make it out that Jason thought that if he didn't become Robin, he'd be put out on the streets. Again, street kid that was homeless for a time, and I'm not sure about you, but I'd also probably think such a thing if I was Jason.

And I am going off on a tangent and need to get back on track because i have FEELINGS on children being shoved into superheroing/villanary and if i think about it too long, i WILL go mental and rant about the government, so I give you:

Danny realising that, yeah, that Batman, and the Justice League, is violating a lot of human rights by employing or training child superheroes. Possibly even counting as human trafficking since the definition is literally "the unlawful act of transporting or coercing people in order to benefit from their work or service, typically in the form of forced labour or sexual exploitation.'

And we all know its the former. Or it can be the second, if we go by some... problematic issues (I am eyeing that one issue with Hal Jordan dating a fellow green lantern who was an alien and was said to be the 'equivalent to a 13/14 year old'. I CAN UNDERSTAND IF IT WAS SAID THAT HER SPECIES MATURED AT A DIFFERENT AGE, (SEE, MARTIANS) BUT THEY JUST DOUBLED DOWN ON IT MAN.)

Insert Danny looking up all the legal jargon he can and going into a rabbit hole and coming to the conclusion that the Justice League is as bad as the criminals they take down. He could even come to the assumption that they are even taking down criminals to make themselves look good, so anyone who finds anything wrong with them could look bitter or crazy.

At this point Danny undeniably has to show this work to someone else, probably Jazz and Tucker as Sam became friends with them after the CPS incident, and while Jazz is probably a little disappointed Danny's doing this at first there's still that confused and angry child in her, and knowing that it was planned is reanimated that dead horse. It only gets worse when she sees all of the evidence that Danny gathered, especially the psychological impacts of the teen heroes being child soldiers and if she's taking notes on how to help Team Phantom it's fully understandable.

And when a teen hero eventually tries confronting them, trying to explain that they had actively wanted to be one, they just give them a pamphlet that explains the definition of of a child soldier and ALL of the ramifications being one has, it also has a statement somewhere in there that actively wanting to be one is incredibly concerning. I imagine if Jason saw one of these pamphlets he'd go into a Pit Rage, not because he's angry at the pamphlets but because they revived a dying horse, he hated the whole child soldier thing Bruce was pulling when he came back up from the Pits knowing something about it was super wrong, he just didn't realize how bad it was. Maybe he even realizes that the Pit Rage wasn't just the Lazarus Pits fucking with him, but the results of having been a child soldier being amplified.

Considering what you said about the JL being just as bad as criminals but doing good things to be seen as heroes at least one member of Team Phantom is going to realize that there would be no way they can immediately attack them without being labeled vindictive and then ignored, they have to chip away at their credibility first. So, they start writing articles, probably starting with vague things about heroism at first, like "What is a Teen Hero, Really?" where they go over what exactly a teen hero is and conclude that it's just another name for a child soldier. Tucker and maybe Technus even work together to help make sure that these articles get not only into the public eye but make sure they aren't somehow taken down. (If you've ever read a MHA fic where Izuku uses the internet to slowly chip away at Endeavor's credibility so he can get arrested then you know where I'm going with this.)

With articles like that in the public's mind people start asking questions, questions they start investigating. This would allow Team Phantom to start posting more pointed articles about the JL, maybe even with Wes managing to weasel in to help write these articles, or if we go with him having Cassandra's Curse he writes articles seemingly going against what TP is writing to make them more believed. At this point, I feel like they may get the chance to start interviewing Teen Heroes, who are beginning to question a lot of things, to put even more pressure on how bad it actually is. Maybe they even get an interview with Redhood once he calms down from the Pit Rage enough, whether he reveals himself to have been the second Robin who came back is up to you, but it would be effective in showing how bad being a Teen Hero really was.