DpxDc #5

Danny’s on the Suicide Squad. He’s the defacto team moral compass and ray of sunshine. He plays the role of the camp counselor that keeps everyone in line. He’s not afraid of working with even the gnarliest of baddies.

Everybody on the team wonders how he ended up locked up with the villains- he never talks about what he did to end up behind bars no matter how much they pester him. Then one day they’re out on a mission and Harley or somebody is caught and tortured. Danny snaps. It’s the opposite of brutal- he takes down everyone in the room with clinical, dispassionate efficiency.

After it’s over and the team is safe he comes back to himself and is almost sheepish. He radios Belle Reve.

“Whoops. Add another couple notches on my power dampener collar, would you Waller?”

“Can’t, it’s already at max.”

“Ah. Well. I’ll have a look at strengthening it when we’re back then.”

The team just stared at him slack jawed. Good thing he’s on their side.

DpxDc #12

Danny pushed the cigarette between his lips, taking a long draw out of it.

What time was it? Four… five in the morning?

He exhaled, watching the smoke fill the air, relaxing with the smell of tobacco.

Everything was tinted in a blueish light, and with the sun coming out in an hour or so, he pulled his hood a little bit tighter.

The entrance of the abandoned church was the to-go meeting spot since he decided to become an informant, deciding that selling info was more profitable than a normal retail job.

Sure, he got paid on commission, but he didn’t need identification, an address, or a bank account.

He tried not to sell to criminals if he could, but sometimes it happened that the info he got wasn’t necessary to the bats, so…

He heard someone approaching, so he took a last draw from his cigarette and pressed it against the wall to put it off.

The familiar figure approached, and Danny smiled.

“Hood”

The man nodded, as they greeted each other.

“Hi Phantom, sorry for being late. Listen, I need some stuff and it’s kind of time-sensitive”

“Oh, shit man, sound serious”

“Yeah, don't tell me... I don’t know how you do it, but I heard that you know stuff about spirits and shit?”

Oh, fuck.

Danny has been in Gotham for the most part of two years, liking how there was enough ectoplasm in the air to keep him going, but not many ghosts around to annoy him every day.

If this was a ghost matter, and it was enough to worry the Red Hood, then peace was about to be broken.

“I know some stuff, what about it?”

“You do? Any chance you heard about the Infinite Realms?”

Dany shifted a bit, feeling the sudden weight of the invisible crown above his head.

“Sounds dangerous, doesn’t it? Why do you want to know about it?”

“A portal opened around here in Gotham and a fucking monster dragged my brother inside. If you know something, you have to help me. I’ll pay you”

Danny stayed silent for a bit.

On one side, he hated going in there. Too many memories, too many enemies…

But on the other side, a human was taken, and, well, at least he was going to get paid.

He inhaled deeply, taking out another cigarette.

“Sure”

Jazz's parents have gotten worse, their passion has turned into an obsession. Her parents don't even know that they are hunting their son every day. Jazz makes a tough call and rings up her uncle-in-law whom she has not had contact with in years.

Commissioner Gordon was not expecting to get a phone call at three in the morning; especially not from an estranged niece that he had seen a handful of times. The last time he seen that side of the family was before his wife had died.

Now he's driving halfway across the country with a confused daughter to meet up with the said estranged family.

Danny: *says concerning health things casually*

All of the Titans:

Wally, unseen and unheard by everyone: *motions dramatically* SEE?!? THIS IS WHY YOU NEED TO LOOK AFTER HIM! HE'S A DISASTER. DICK, BABE, CUDDLE HIM!!

Imagine for whatever reason Danny gets turned into a cat (black with white boots and white with black boots when changing to ghost form, I imagine him as a fluffy long hair cat) and he’s in Gotham just running around and doing whatever. Only he’s not alone, no no, Cujo is here with him.

So imagine cat Danny, walking through an alley, followed by little Cujo happily wagging his tail. Just this black cat that looks high maintenance and a glowing green puppy following it.

They look like they have places to be, important places.

True Sight

So I've seen this concept and this concept that Danny can somehow see the true nature of supernatural things.

This can be applied to SO MANY crossovers.

He meets Jake Long, and sees a silhouette of a dragon.

Juniper Lee looks like a she has a flaming shield on her back, shackled to her by rusty chains.

Steven Universe somehow looks like a 100 m monster, a giant princess, a large woman, and a really big pink guy all at the same time, depending on the exact angle he's looking at.

He almost goes blind when he meets Sakura Kinomoto. Her power is overwhelming and bright. Oddly enough, he's almost invisible to her.

He has no idea what to make of Q when he somehow ends up in an alternate 24th century. All he knows is that he's never seen anything that powerful, and never will again.

He can't see the true form of cybertronians the same way he can see through the paranormal, but energon leaves an odd taste in the air that makes their vehicle modes ineffective against him. He freaks out a little when he meets Sari.

Johnny Blaze feels every level of wrong imaginable and looks even worse.

Constantine is literally wrapped up in litigation.

He meets the Spectre ONCE and vows to never see him again.]

Fountain of Youth

Dcxdp ficlet pt 2 HERE for pt 1

"Just tell me. Please." Superman sighed. He knew he shouldn't have gotten involved. He should have just told Bruce to tell his kids that Phantom was off limits. He remembered a conversation he, as Clark Kent, had had with Danny Fenton back when the topic of hero/civilian identities had first come up and Phantom had finally trusted them enough to let them in on the secret of halfas. He hadn't gotten into the specifics, knew that even Batman knowing how it happened could bring risk. but the fact that he had trusted them enough to tell them any of it at all was still huge. Especially given all they learned afterwards.

The two had met up at Clark's place as civilians in Metropolis. Just to pretend they were normal for a little while and hang out with someone that knew what it was like to be utterly alone in the universe. Danny had managed to home-brew something that would actually get the Kryptonian drunk and carefully added some to each of Clark's drinks. Ensuring that they both got fairly tipsy.

It hadn't been as obvious then. Sure, Fenton was taller than Phantom was but Phantom rarely had legs, so it was impossible to compare. and Fenton was a little broader than Phantom but Phantom radiated power and authority, making it easy to overlook. Phantom had a tendency to speak with an echo and modify his voice so the voices weren't comparable either. They were both chaotic and sarcastic and willing to do whatever it took to help someone in need. No matter the personal cost. One could miss it. They were supposed to be different people. They were supposed to miss it. And back then, they didn't have the trust or the rapport with the hero to ask about it.

They had been in the living room of Clark's shoe box apartment. Each a few drinks in. Still sober enough that they would remember the conversation but not so much as to not have it. Clark didn't remember how it came up. But he remembered a barely 18 year old Danny staring into the distance and saying "sometimes I think they're right you know? And I really am just a dead boy pretending at being alive. I heard Constantine and Batman talking when they first found out. I know he didn't mean it like that. and it's not like I haven't heard it before. And it's not true. but sometimes, I believe them. Just a little bit. And I am dead. But then I see myself in the mirror and I see that I'm aging. I step on a scale and the numbers are higher than last time. The dead can't manipulate their own density like the living can. Just change the shape of it. and I'm taller than I was. not as tall as I would've been had the accident not happened, but taller than I was at 14. and I know I'm still alive. Even if I am barely breathing. But I still can't help that part of me that believes them. ya know?"

This was unforgivable, what he was about to do. He shouldn't have gotten involved. But this was his friend, and he was a reporter, he needed to know what had happened and make sure his friend was alright. But Danny was giving him THAT look and he knew he couldn't stop it now.

His ma was going to kill him.

"Kal." The Man of Steel sighed, held up a finger and left the room, he came back shortly thereafter with a small mirror in his hands. He stood in front of Danny.

"are you sure?" a small nod. He gingerly placed the mirror into the waiting hand, "I'm sorry."

Phantom gasped and gently touched his face before hightailing it out of the room. Superman close behind.

Clark found him in the bathroom, staring into the larger mirror the room held. He watched as something in Phantom broke, his tail- two legs planted solidly on the ground. His left hand gripping the counter top for dear life as his right traced the nonexistent lines on his face.

The Watchtower wasn't the place for this. He needed to get Danny out of there. He pulled the ghost gently away from the sink, listened for nearby heartbeats to find a clear path to the zeta tubes, and gently led him away, out of the bathroom, down and around hallways and stairways, and to the room that held the zeta's. He typed in their security clearances and a destination and squeezed them both in. Glad that no one was around to see them flush against each other. They arrived, the door opened and they both stumbled out.

"You're alive. Danny. Look at me. You're alive. You're not pretending or lying or anything like that. You are as alive as you are dead. They're wrong. You know they are." Clark held the man by the shoulders and looked directly into his eyes while speaking. Not so much as blinking. There was a flash and Fenton was before him once more. "See. Still alive. 250lbs of solid muscle. The dead can't change their density. You're heavier than you were all those years ago. You are still you."

Danny closed his eyes as tears started falling and a sob rocked through him. Clark pulled the man in and held him. This was different. This was grief. Clark wasn't sure what was happening exactly but his friend was grieving. So he did what he did when any of his friends were grieving and held Danny tight. Let him process whatever he needed to processes. Understand whatever Clark was unable to. In that moment they weren't two hero's, or a ghost and a Kryptonian. Or an astrochemist and a reporter. They were just Danny Fenton and Kal-El.

"I really did die. I mean. I knew I had. Obviously. but, I dunno. It never really felt real? ya know? There wasn't a funeral or anything. I just...went to school the next day. Like nothing had happened. And obviously I could 'go ghost' but 'going ghost' was...different. I didn't die. Not like Dead die. I got better. I died ya. but I wasn't DEAD. not dead-dead. Even when I kinda believe that they're right about me pretending to be alive. That's different. That's like....Saying I'm an imposter or a liar or something. But. I died. like actually died and stayed that way died. I can be alive. But when I'm dead I am actually. I'm actually dead. Forever stuck celebrating my 14th birthday. Just like all the other ghosts. I'm dead. and I don't get like resurrected and then die again but I'm dead the whole time. and Also not dead at all. Completely alive, growing, changing, aging. Both completely disregarding the reality of the other. yet still able to be influenced by the other. Which also shouldn't work." Danny started crying again.

"I died Kal. I died and no one noticed." Danny's voice cracked as he choked back a sob. His grief palpable in the air.

"Danny..." He didn't know what to say. What was there to say? it's okay? it wasn't ok. He was processing a nearly 2 decade old trauma that everyone in his life had had a loud opinion on while simultaneously refusing to acknowledge what the base of all those opinions meant. A truth too terrible to name.

Danny had died. Horribly and tragically. A 14 year old had had an interdimennsional portal ripped open on top of them. Probably the most painful death to have ever occurred in the multiverse.

Happened to a 14 year old.

And then he got 'better'.

So the world shrugged and moved on and told him he was 1,000 things he wasn't. and never gave him so much as a condolence card let alone a grave. Something Zantana had made clear were sacred places for ghosts. Unthinkable for even the greatest of foes to tamper with or disrespect. Celebrating death days was more than a sacred tradition, it was foundational to the fabric of ghost society. Which is why JLD had been so stilted when no one would tell them Phantom's. They had thought that he would take it as a grave offense. But he had danced around the topic too, had sworn all who knew to silence. They could never figure out why everyone agreed. Not asking a ghost about their death was fundamental. But so too was acknowledging the day itself. So, asking others was a normal way to obtain that information. Even after being asked not to share it-that too was part of the complicated system ghosts had created since reality began. Adhering to the request was something none of them had been able to figure out or understand.

And now Kal knew why.

They didn't realize he was deaddead.

To tell them would be to say that their friend died on his 14th birthday. and then celebrate that fact.

And their friend couldn't be dead.

So they dug no grave.

Held no service.

Shed no tears.

Just moved on.

He moved them to a couch. Sat Danny down, squeezed his hand and stepped away. He found the kitchenette. Made two warm beverages, sent a text, and made his way back to his grieving friend. He couldn't change the past. But he could rectify the future.

Random idea Sorta Maybe Blind

Clockwork has been teaching Danny how to do pretty much everything blind. why is unknown

Untill now

After a way too close call with his parents/GIW he almost got fully dissected! He decided to initiate plan 42 Stich wounds,Grab shit,and hall ass to Gotham. Gotham has enough ectoplasm for him to stay long term not nearly as much as Amity Park but it has enough

After one pain filled flight he arrives in a dungey bathroom in Gotham. He looks in the mirror and sees

Oh

What the fuck!?!?

Apparently even though Gotham has a decent amount of ectoplasm He didn't know he needed way more to look alive. He looks ill!?! his skin became three shades paler making his bruises and eyebags stand out more. his hair being way more wild than usual and fluffy-er? He somehow looks smaller and skinner than before, and his eyes

Oh ancients his eyes

There still blue but they're diluted they have that heavy milk quality to them and his pupils are permanently dilated. He can see but he looks like he can't

That's why Clockwork taught him how to do things blind so he can pretend to be blind! cuz there's no way people are going to believe that he can see!?!

He grabbed his bag packed and gifted from Sam, Tucker, and Jazz left the bathroom, clossed his eyes, and started to figure out what he should do.

Bruce's adoption sense seems to be tingling He wonders what that's about.

DpxDc #10

A bit chilly out, isn't it?

kind of gory? Not in a violent way.

Danny felt cold.

Not his core cold, or winter cold, more like a “walking around without clothes cold”.

Skulker was right, at the end.

He got his pelt, and now…

Well, Danny was walking around without skin. Hence, the cold.

He wasn’t really worried, it would grow back like his missing organs did when the GIW emptied him out.

Long story short, Skulker was a bitch, he should probably find a way to stop dripping with blood (and possibly a coat) and try to figure out where he ended up after taking the wrong portal while escaping.

He was doing well at this point, he thought. The city he was in was gloomy and humid, which was nice since he was starting to dry out pretty fast.

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“What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck-“

Jason stared at the walking flayed guy who was taking a nice stroll around the block.

Every step he took left a matching bloody print, and he could see every single fiber of the muscles tense and relax.

The more he stared at it, the more he hated it.

He immediately reached for the coms.

“I fucking hate it, what the fuck-“

He heard the others connecting.

“Hood, everything alright?”

“Fuck no, oh my god, I’m not gonna be able to sleep anymore, that’s the most fucked up shit I ever saw my entire life, what the fuck”

“Hood, report. What’s going on?” 

“OH MY GOD!” Everybody heard Oracle almost shout from the coms “That’s ugh- I’m gonna throw up, that- ugh-”

“Right?!”

“Hood! Report right now!”

“It’s like-It’s like this guy, walking around without skin and-“

Hood looked down at it. It was looking back.

“You know I can hear you, right?”

Stardrops

wanna know what I want.

I want a DeadTired Stardew Valley AU

Like no really.

Tim is tired (tired of being a co-CEO that EVERYONE goes to so they don't got to deal with 'Brucie Wayne', living off energy drinks, coffee and spite, dealing with Ra's 'testing' him every other week, etc) and maybe on the fence with the Batfam (maybe even his friends too, like maybe he got into a fight with Cassie during a mission and she blurted out about him trying to clone Kon (and if I remember fight he tired with Bart like once?) and that opened a can of worms where his friends 'need space' and think things over or something)

Anyways I want Tim to finally have enough, maybe dig in some old family deeds/files or something and finds a old farm land/house his family still owned.

He decides to use it, if anything to just get away for a while and just think about what he actually wants to do with his life.

He gets to the town, it's small and hardly any tech is used and finds the old farm house. It's not much but it'll work.

Meanwhile.

Danny has to leave Amity, things have gone from okay to bad and it's all Vlads fault. The jerk decided to fight him in the middle of the night and Danny got caught changing back, and so very tired from the fight, by his parents and he freaked out and ranaway.

Well flew away.

Danny decides in his panic to take a page out of his Aunt Alicia's book and go off the grid to a near isolated and small town.

Our two boys meet and maybe eventually fall in love.