Danny Fenton - Blog Posts
It becomes a repeat occasion. The mysterious video taker shows up in a villains lair, lays a trap of some kind, takes of video of them falling into it, and uploads it.
Captain Cold in a bathrobe shuffles along and slips on a patch of ice that definitely wasn't there before. All of his cursing is beeped out, so the next thirty seconds of video is one very long beep.
Lex Luthor walks through a door and get a bucket of glue dumped on his head. When he goes to open the bathroom door to clean up, a bucket of Superman red and blue glitter dumps on him. The ensuing tantrum goes viral.
The filmer has a laser pointer. Cheetah is filmed batting at it idly before going full cat and chasing it around the room.
The internet holds its breath for the next video. The Justice League holds it breath because HOW IS THIS PERSON NOT DEAD YET. (Jokes on them, Danny is dead already.)
What would happen if you poured blood blossoms into a Lazarus pit?
If feel like this has the implication that under control, Danny is able to shake it for short periods of time. Just enough to help. But the rest of the time? Very much mind controlled.
When Nightwing was just breaking off on his own, one of the first cases he managed by himself was that of a circus come to blüdhaven to steal valuables off the wealthy residents. Dick eventually realized the connection, and with the strained and sporadic help of a cheerful white haired performer, manages to realize their ringmaster Freakshow was controlling them with a crystal ball staff. He breaks it to set them free and arrests Freakshow for possession of stolen goods and that seems like the end of it.
That is, until years later when he's working with the Justice League and they seize a truck full of those self-same crystal balls.
With a national uptick in seemingly impossible crimes, Dick has to somehow get back in contact with the Mysterious white haired boy from Circus Gothica and ask for his help to stop who's responsible for mass producing these orbs and freeing the secretive species of people they seem to control.
So I also got wrenched (gently) back into the Danny Phantom fandom from all the DC crossovers. How fun- Anyway, I am stuck on Clockwork being a parental figure to Danny because honestly I am weak to non-human found family.
Bruce, busting in: WHERE IS HE.
*Batfam proceeds to tear down the entire GIW in epic cross country road trip full of red herrings, false leads, cold leads, and emotional breakdowns*
Jason, in Gotham, still forgetting to contact his family: More pancakes?
Danny: Yes please.
Short DPXDC Prompts #657
It was supposed to be a basic bust. Get in, beat up the goons, alert the GCPD of the illegal goods, get out.
This bust wasn’t the same. The strange men in the white suits overwhelmed Nightwing and Red Hood and knocked them out. Nightwing woke up still in the warehouse. Red Hood however, was gone.
Red Hood didn’t know what these Ghost Investigation Ward guys wanted him for but a sinking feeling in his gut said that it wasn’t for anything good
And for Danny he could be
1: Suspiciously eyeing Jason. Why is this ghost/halfa/liminal dating his teacher? Is it a plot to get to him? Spectra tried being an employee, maybe the new plan to get close and hurt people is to date an employee. Well not on his watch! This 'Jason' guy is going to be so closely watched, Danny will learn his every secret. Every. Single. One. No one hurts his class + teacher!
2: Mr. Lancer is dating a ghost/liminal/halfa? Mr. Lancer protects them all from the anti-ecto acts? Does that mean Mr. Lancer and Jason could accept him? Jason just pulled a gun on a GIW agent. Yeah, could you sign right here? No, this isn't an adoption form, what are you talking about.
Either Jason coaxes Danny in like a feral cat, or Danny 'Batman Adoption Bait' Fenton is doing his level best to get adopted, despite Jason's confusion (and deep desire to never let his siblings know).
Short DPXDC Prompts #744
Jason doesn’t want to bring Lancer anywhere near his nightlife and Lancer is perfectly fine with that. Lancer manages to convince Jason into some martial arts and combat training to defend his students if need be. It’s pretty concerning how often he has to use said training.
The pamphlet features sections such as:
Congrats! It's Royalty!
What to do if the Old King Gets Released (besides dieing)
How to King in Zero Steps (I don't know how it works, your problem now)
Avoid Billionaires
Asserting Dominance in the Ghost Zone (hope you don't mind throwing down at any times between 12 am and forever)
How to Not Get Vivi/Dissected by the Government or Other Authourity Figures (yes this includes your parent, no I will not elaborate on that)
Afterword (please please don't find me, I don't want it, I'm failing english already, I don't need the extra stress)
There are also hand drawn pictures scattered throughout, as well as what look like blood stains and dried Lazarus water.
Jason is concerned on multiple levels, both for himself and the bone tired kid he saw for all of five seconds.
Danny, 15 and thoroughly done with everyone's crap, steals the Crown of Fire and the Skeleton Key and uses the later to find a suitable new High King for the Infinite Realms. The key (also known as Deaths kay) acted like a sort of Infi-map but lacked the limitations of needing a natural portal to spawn in that time/location and could get you past any wards/protections no mater how powerful.
The key spawns him just in front of the form of a sleeping Jason Todd, and Danny decided he wasn't going to question the magical keys judgment and just plops the crown on a bleary and startled Jasons head.
The crown burned for this guy, signaling that it found him worthy and that was more than enough for Danny.
With no context whatsoever, Danny looked Jason in the eye, burning neon green meeting with wide greenish blue, "You're our king now."
Then he vanished.
Jason later finds that the Lazarus entity left behind a handmade pamphlet. It was immensely unhelpful.
It was at this point his brothers came ambling up to him, trying to subtly assess the kid (spoiler: it was not subtle). The kid clocked them approaching and frowned before looking up at Jason.
"Do you know them?"
Jason sighed. "Yeah, those are my loser brothers. If they make jokes about adoption, it's fine. We're all adopted so it's a family joke,"
And right on time, Dick chimed up. "I can't believe we're going to have to tell Alfred he's a grandfather! How could you hide his grandson from him for so long?" Dick dramatically swooned onto his shoulder and danced out of the way when Jason tried to shove him.
"Yeah, Jason," Tim spoke up deadpan, typing away at his phone, "For shame," Then he looked up at Danny. "Is this you?" He asked, holding out his phone. Jason squinted and leaned closer.
The picture was of a teenager mid-flight holding his hand out with a beam of Lazarus Green (what the fuck) energy coming out of it. He was wearing a black and white jumpsuit with a barely visible logo on the chest and Pit coloured eyes (What The Fuck) glowing beneath snowy white hair. But overall facial construction, build, shit, even the hairstyle...Danny was a vigilante. And Tim had just broken his identity.
Beside him Danny paled rapidly, but put on a casual grin and shook his head. "Me? Dude, you need to get your eyes checked. That's Phantom, and he's a ghost. Do I look dead to you?" Rather convincing to the untrained eye. Unfourtanetly for him, he was surrounded by them.
Jason spoke softly and slowly ruffled the kids hair. "Nice try, kiddo. But we can tell," The kid turned to him, big blue eyes looking up at him. The kid was so scared, and he was looking to Jason. He was looking to Jason for protection. (Something inside him started screaming violently to get rid of whatever made the kid scared from now until forever).
Jason paused for a moment, before deciding to take a risk. He shoved a hand into his pocket and palmed a spare domino mask before bringing it out, angling is so no one but the kid under his arm would be able to see it. "We got experience with this sort of thing,"
The kid looked up at him, something on the border between a gut aching relief and hope. "Where did you say you were from?" The kid asked softly.
Jason smirked and tossed his head, flipping his hair and its white streak out of his eyes. "Gotham,"
Short DPXDC Prompts #176
Jason Todd gets mistaken for Jack Fenton
One day Danny collapsed. It was the middle of a perfectly fine lunch, the entire family was there. Danny had stood up for a moment before he swayed and paled, an achievement considering how pale he was. He looked at Damian, actually truly looked him for the first time, and said, "Sorry". Then he collapsed, nearly hitting his head on the mahogany table.
Suffice it to say, pandemonium was unleashed. The had rushed him to the Batcave (it was closest, Danny, his Soulmate's pulse was already so weak and thready, they had just met Damian didn't want to lose him so soon, no no no no-).
They ran every test they could. It's findings turned up... weird. And concerning. VERY concerning. Severely anemic. Severely vitamin deficient. Severely low blood sugar. Slow heartbeat. Low blood pressure.
Everything wrong, all at once. It shouldn't have been possible! To have all those things going on at once. He had been eating with them consistently, how could he turn up severely malnourished? The low blood sugar? Where did he lose the blood?! He wasn't injured (despite the concerning amount of scars), he shouldn't have lost that much blood.
Everything was wrong. So, so wrong. This wasn't an enemy he could punch, it was something he didn't know. Damian didn't know what to do.
His soulmate was dying.
He soulmate had KNOWN he was dying.
And Damian wasn't able to do a single. Damned. Thing.
Damian had a soulmate. Too the suprise to his family, well on his father's side. His mother and grandfather had a knowing look. They had something to do with it. Well, oh well. Danny was found on the streets of Gotham and refused to say anything about his past. That's fine, this family was used to less than amazing past.
But Damian was unhappy with this. For being his soulmate, Danny took longer to warm up to the family than Damian himself did. With less violence at least. But he seemed to be a hallow version of a happier person. A ghost of a person. But ever so slowly he warmed up to them, seeming more alive. But still Damian was unhappy. Danny was his soulmate yet he treated Damian like everyone else. He even avoided Damian entirely at times to be with someone else. (What was he doing wrong? He was trying so hard! Was he such a demon that even the other half of his soul wanted nothing to do with him?)
Grayson said that it wasn't true, but Grayson was wrong.
Oh oh oh, but imagine if Danny was missing something. If he was a ghost of himself. The hollow version of himself, bland and neutral.
Out there is his ghost half. The thing so intrinsically connected to his emotions. Maybe it was a dream catcher situation or the claws from The Ultimate Enemy, and they got sperated, the human half lost in Gotham, missing his ghost half. How can he focus on his 'other half', his soul mate, when the literal other half of himself is missing?
He can't survive without Phantom. Phantom can't survive without him. He's slowly dying, and there's nothing he can do about it except wait for Phantom to find him.
No use letting his soul mate get attached when he might be dead soon. Well, deader.
Damian had a soulmate. Too the suprise to his family, well on his father's side. His mother and grandfather had a knowing look. They had something to do with it. Well, oh well. Danny was found on the streets of Gotham and refused to say anything about his past. That's fine, this family was used to less than amazing past.
But Damian was unhappy with this. For being his soulmate, Danny took longer to warm up to the family than Damian himself did. With less violence at least. But he seemed to be a hallow version of a happier person. A ghost of a person. But ever so slowly he warmed up to them, seeming more alive. But still Damian was unhappy. Danny was his soulmate yet he treated Damian like everyone else. He even avoided Damian entirely at times to be with someone else. (What was he doing wrong? He was trying so hard! Was he such a demon that even the other half of his soul wanted nothing to do with him?)
Grayson said that it wasn't true, but Grayson was wrong.
Imagine if Danny didn't even know he was the 'heir'. Vlad 'what's proper/informed consent' Masters would just go ahead and do that. Announce it to the world. Everyone would know. Except for Danny and his friends. He doesn't pay attention to whatever the fuck Vlad does on social media platforms unless it has to do with Phantom. He has it tagged so he gets notified, but otherwise doesn't pay attention.
Now the Bats? Who have Vlad tagged as 'extremely suspicious definitely hiding something' notice. And now the kid's showing up with an evil smirk to watch their battles, generations in the making? A plot. They must look further into this.
Family Traditions
The Mansons and the Waynes always had a...rocky relationship. Starting with Alfred facing off against Ida on the battlefield during his time in the British secret service. And cursing when the girl scurried out of his sight.
Although they no longer wanted to kill each other (maybe, they had children to take care of), their rivalry prevailed, and they could start fighting over anything. It was one of the reasons Ida attended to the Wayne Gala and only the Wayne gala. Just to upset the butler.
And this didn't just stay with them, Pamela HATED Bruce Wayne (and the feeling was mutual). They attended galas since they were kids and he was the most fucking annoying person she knew. She couldn't believe how he fooled everyone with "the playboy Brucie", he was obnoxious. And smarter than people gave him credit for. (Also, Pamela was pretty sure he was gay anyway)
Sam didn't want to follow this family tradition but when Damian Wayne tried to stab her with a cooking knife (after she kindly gave him an advice, taking responsibility as the eldest between them), the war begun, again.
Danny started attending those galas only to see things explode after being told this piece of information by Sam. The entire Manson family knew about it but the Waynes had no idea why the Masters heir was there. He even brought popcorn!
Danny sees no problem with this. Fighting is how ghosts say hello, after all, and establishing territory is important! Danny was in Damian's territory, a friendly fight was a good reaction! (He was, again, forgetting that human reactions meant different things, but he would only remember that later.) Danny was rather enjoying pulling out some moves from extinct martial arts to use against Damain. Every deflect and fancy maneuver sparked interest in jade green eyes, and Danny wanted Damian to keep looking at him. All eyes were on him as he vaulted over the table, narrowly missing the knife thrown at him and the tea set on the table.
Phantom had just picked up a bouquet of roses from the flower shop. No real reason for it, it was just near Valentine's day and he thought he would treat himself cause why not?
Well, he got caught up in a rouge attack and thankfully managed to keep his invisibility throughout. His roses weren't so lucky as they went flying through the air and were caught by a boy around his age. One of the vigilantes who liked to run around Gotham.
It was while the guy was staring at the roses looking completely dumbfounded that Danny realized bird boy was kinda hot. With nothing better to do and unable to return to his home dimension and having wiped the memory of everything Ghost zone and Danny related from his friends and families minds, he had found himself with a lot of free time.
He actually makes it a game to just chunk flowers and chocolates and other gifts at Robin whenever he got the chance and remain unseen while doing it.
Damian is both frustrated and impressed. He has yet to so much as spot his admirer(?) throughout the past week or so of being pelted with objects. Grayson has been insufferable with his cooing and Drake has become strangely overprotective. His other siblings had rather lukewarm responses, Brown just asked to be kept up to date, Todd laughed and called him a "little Romeo" which Damian found insulting, Cain commented on the situation calling it "cute" and Thomas asked if he could have some of the candy.
Damian himself has grown rather fond of the person and the gifts. That is, until the gifts became more and more personalized.
The first time he caught a package containing the expensive brand of paints he had been running low on, he had dismissed it as a coincidence. Maybe his admirer had good taste or knowledge of art? Later he received a replacement grooming brush in the exact same brand, style and color as the one Alfred the cat had before it was broken two days ago in one of his siblings mishaps. These kinds of thing kept happening and Damian was content to ignore it.
The final straw came went he came out of his bathroom after a shower and found a note praising him for his artwork in unfamiliar handwriting laying innocently on his desk.
Not a single one of the traps in his room had been sprung. He refused to admit he was frightened as he grabbed the note and went to speak with the others.
Dick Grayson was very familiar with the homeless population, in both of his uniforms. Gotham wasn't a nice place, and neither was Bludhaven, so he was a lot less surprised than he should've been to find a teenager bleeding in an alley.
Cold blue eyes locked onto his, a noise like a rumbling growl emanated from the teenager. Dick held up his hands, "Hey, I'm not gonna hurt you. I'll just stay right here," A beat of silence while the kid narrowed his eyes, gauging how me he wanted to trust a stranger. He shifted backwards, but made no other move. Dick relaxed back onto his heels, dropping his grocery bag in a slow, deliberate movement. "That's a lot of blood you got there,"
"Wow, Sherlock, you've done it again," The kid grumbled, once again meeting his eyes as he pressed down on top of his hoodie, blood seeping past the pressure he put on it.
Dick grinned reassuringly. "Why thank you Watson. I've got some bandages and pain killers. Just bought 'em, you can check the seal,"
"Can't pay," Mystery Potentional Bruce Adoptee muttered, before hissing as a further tide of blood seeped past his hand.
"Not gonna make you pay, kid. I should really be taking you to a hospital right now," The baring of slightly sharp teeth told Dick all he needed to know about the kid's opinion on such a thing, "But I can tell you'd bite me first. My place isn't that far, and I'm pretty good at stitches,"
"Why?" The kid asked, eyes narrowing in suspicion once more. His movement's were more sluggish, and Dick tried not to show the anxiety that inspired.
"Why my place or why stitches? Well, to answer both, I've got a bunch of little brothers. I love them more than life itself, but the amount of trouble they get into? Tim skated headfirst into a wall, three stitches. Jason dropped half a bookcase on his head when trying to grab Jane Austen off the top shelf. And Damian's a bit too trusting with animals, he gets a rabies shot as often as his pets," Dick teased with a grin, slowly moving closer as he talked. The kid let him.
"Only little brothers?" He asked, flinching slightly as Dick came into contact with him before deliberately angling himself towards Dick.
"No, my little sister Cass just knows better than to get into trouble. Sole holder of the brain cell,"
The kid snorted, before grunting in pain as Dick helped lever him up, looping the arm not holding in his blood around his shoulder. "'M Danny,"
"Dick," he replied as he quickly reached down to scoop up his back of first aid kit restockments.
"Rude,"
"No, that's my name,"
"I'm very sorry,"
Duck barked a laugh as he started helping the kid hobble back towards his apartment. "Aren't we all?"
Prompt fill from the Discord server. This one is courtesy of @tourettesdog
Prompt where Danny keeps showing up like a stray cat at various hero's houses. He just comes and goes and they never know when he'll show up next. He's just this like pseudo-adopted child who will come over for dinner, crash on the couch, and he's gone by morning. No amount of research will tell them who he is past the limited information he's given them
The various heroes are unaware that his stray cat range wanders so far until someone mentions him at a JL meeting and all hell breaks loose.
There's eventually an intervention
Stray Cat Danny
Clark had just got home when he noticed the heartbeat on the fire escape two floors above him. As far as he knew, that apartment was empty, so it couldn't be the residents going out for a smoke. It was weird, very strange, and not his business.
He tried to leave it alone, but the heartbeat stayed on the fire escape for a few hours. Every now and again Clark would hear whoever it was shift, but other than that they stayed quiet. Again, weird, but not his business.
Until it started to snow right when Clark was about to start dinner.
He was just going to make sure whoever it was had somewhere warm to stay. Maybe direct them to a shelter. Clark opened the window and looked up, there was a dark bundle, worryingly still, on the fire escape.
"Excuse me?" Clark called. The bundle shifted but whoever it is didn't respond. Clark grumbled and made his way up to them, squatting down a few feet away.
"Are you alright?"
The bundle shifted, revealing one blue eye and a tuft of back hair.
"''m fine" a young male voice answered. The blue eye closed.
"You know it's going to snow tonight. I'm sure you'd be more comfortable in a shelter than on a fire escape."
"They're full." The boy answered. "All both of them."
Only two shelters for all of Metropolis? That can't be right. Clark looked up to the sky, the snow was starting to come down and he could swear it had gotten colder since he'd been out here. He couldn't leave the kid out here to freeze.
"How about you stay the night at my place? My couch is pretty comfortable, and I'm making beef stew for dinner, Ma's recipe." He let a bit of his Kansas accent show through. Hoping the country accent would put the boy more at ease. He was watching him now with both eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"Did your Ma ever teach you about stranger danger?" The kid asked.
"Not exactly. She taught me to help people out if they need it. Did your Ma teach you stranger danger?"
"No," the boy said, "my mom taught me to put a full-grown man on the ground if I needed to."
That surprised Clark into laughing. "Well, you won't need to with me. What do you say you come inside?"
The boy watched him for another second before shivering violently and glaring at the sky.
"Yeah, alright. Just one night."
"I'm Clark, by the way," Clark said as he closed the window behind the kid.
"Danny." The kid said. He was rooted to the spot just a few steps into the apartment, eyes scanning the room.
"It's nice to meet you, Danny." Clark held out his hand to shake, but Danny didn't take it. After an awkward second Clark cleared his throat. "Uh. The stew is going to be a little while. You're welcome to the laundry and shower if you need it." Danny was pretty clean, but there was visible dirt on his face and clothes. "I might have some clothes my nephew forgot that you're welcome to." Dick was bigger than Danny for sure, but he was closer to Danny's size than Clark was.
Danny gave him a long look, before shrugging off his backpack. "Sure. Might as well."
Clark left to go get the clothes while Danny loaded some of his clothes and blankets in the washer. Once he presented the tee shirt and sweatpants Danny disappeared into the bathroom. When he reappeared he was scrubbed clean, his cheeks rosy either from the hot water or scrubbing.
Danny was even smaller than Clark was expecting. He was downright scrawny. Dick's shirt hung off Danny's shoulders, and Clark could clearly see his collarbones. This kid was not getting nearly enough to eat. Well, he was going to tonight if Clark had anything to say about it.
"The stew should be ready in about half an hour. Feel free to make yourself at home." Clark said. He expected Danny to sit on the couch and watch TV, but instead, Danny found his home office. it wasn't more than a desk with his work laptop on it and some of Clark's better pieces and awards framed and tacked to the wall above it.
"You're Clark Kent, the reporter?" Danny asked, eyes switching between the wall and Clark.
"That's me," Clark said. "You know my work?"
"I read your piece on metahuman and alien rights last year. It was good."
"Thanks. I really liked working on that piece."
"Did you always want to be a writer?"
"uh. No. When I was a kid I wanted to be an astronaut." Clark said, stirring the stew. Danny snorted. "What's funny?"
"Nothing," Danny said, taking a seat at the little kitchen table. "I wanted to be an astronaut, too."
"Yeah? You still could." Clark said.
"Nah. It's hard to be an astronaut without a high school diploma. What made you change to writing?"
"I went through a few different career paths before I landed on journalism."
"Do you like it?"
"I do. I like uncovering the truths people try to hide." Clark said. "You'd make a decent journalist, I'd think. Half of it is just asking the right questions."
Clark served up the stew into two bowls and brought them over to the table with some rolls and butter. "I don't have much in the way of drinks, is water okay?"
"Water would be great, thanks."
They ate in relative silence, Danny was too focused on his food to ask more questions. After they ate Danny nodded off on the couch almost as soon as he sat down. Clark couldn't bring himself to wake him up, so he just covered him with a blanket from the linen closet and headed to his own room.
Maybe in the morning he could make Danny pancakes or waffles and get him some new gloves and a jacket. The question was what to do after that? He didn't want to drop Danny off at a shelter, and taking him to the police would only destroy whatever trust he had gained with the boy. At the same time, he only had a one-bedroom apartment. He couldn't keep Danny here. Clark sighed. He'd have to talk to Danny in the morning and see what he wanted to do.
When Clark woke up he was greeted by the silence of the apartment and it took him a few minutes to figure out why that was wrong. There should be another heartbeat. Fearing the worst, Clark rushed into the living room to find it empty.
The blanket and clothes Danny had used had been neatly folded and placed on the back of the couch, along with a handwritten thank you note.
How did Danny leave without him hearing? Moreover, how'd he leave with the doors and windows still locked?
Fanart for @playedcrowd5610 and their fic Resurrected on Ao3!
ouhgh this took wayy too long (5 hours)
shout out to my sister for being a my pose reference ❤️
man tumblr is going to crunch this thing so badly lol
I am never drawing thrones ever again holy moly chairs are hard
Stargazer
I’m really happy with how this turned out! I’ve been experimenting with colours and honestly I think I nailed it! XP
I honestly hated the last drawing I did soooo… have a better one lol
It’s the danny guy with a funky colour palette :D
also silly sketch on paper (why is bro built like a twig)
his MOLECULES got all rearranged!
the anatomy is probably wacked up but whatever, doing the funny sonic pose
danny fenton and percy jackson would be besties
i have no proof but also no doubt
LOVE IT!!!
A quick crossover sketch!
secret’s out
Alright, so you know how when Danny gets angry, his eyes turn green? Well, just imagine Danny getting angry at his parents, while in the middle of defending himself at why his grades are bad or he’s slipping up in curfew and chores (the usual) after getting no sleep the night before ghost hunting, and having a horrible day at school and his eyes turn green and he loses his temper. Then his parents are like, eyes changing that drastically and that quickly isn’t normal, and they ask him if he’s alright and he says something like. “Not normal?! Nothing in this house is normal!!” Then he storms off, and Jazz tries to cover for him, while kind of freaking out, and Jack and Maddie agree with her excuse, just to calm her down. Then the next day they, see Phantom fighting and look really close at him and Jack mutters something along the lines of “He looks a lot like Danny,” and they pale so drastically in realization. Then Jack and Maddie bring it up to Jazz and Danny at dinner that night and Danny goes so pale, and he looks like he’s gonna jump up and sprint out the door, and Jazz starts choking on her drink. Then it all comes to light!!! Guys help I’m flipping out, will someone PLEASE make a one-shot of this and post it???!!!
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