Nom. Nom,nom,nom,nom!!!

Danny is a bite first, beat up later kinda guy when it come to clowns.

-So is Jazz, she just has more self control-

Inspired by

Which was inspired by a prompt from @p0ssym1lker

Both are ✨✨✨ beautiful.

When Deadman panicked and rushed to call him during an important meeting, Constantine thought it was a ghost thing, he doubted it was anything really important so he ignored it for a few minutes.

What he didn't expect was for Deadman to inform him that his boss was coming to visit in a few hours (because apparently ghosts had bosses). The poor guy was in a panic, apparently it was the first King in charge in centuries that cared and he was coming to "make sure everything was in order".

Constantine didn't know what to expect; a King who demanded that humanity bow at his feet and the ghosts rule? One who hated it when Deadman got involved with humans and sent him away? A tyrant? It was clear that no ruler had ever been good, according to his ghost friend, so he had low expectations.

He reported this to the League, who took a high alert posture. An hour later, Wonder Woman was reviewing with everyone how foreign royalty should be treated when they heard Captain Marvel laughing with someone in the break room. Deadman was also mysteriously missing.

Constantine peeked in but all he could see was a teenager conversing with the Captain and strangely, the ghost. He was about to tell the boy that he needed a permit to enter the Watchtower when Deadman spoke up.

"I didn't know you were so interested in games, King Phantom, or that you were so good on them"

Then, John noticed the ice crown on the boy's head and his strangely sharp teeth, along with his toxic green eyes.

"Flattering me won't help you in the review" the teenager quipped "remember we're still waiting for Dan to find out if everything here is...balanced."

Constantine realized: The King was a bloody teenager.

Jack got into an accident that booted him out from his own universe, leaving him stranded in an entirely different universe. Danny came along with him, but is pretty much weakened by whatever situation they were in before where he wanted to keep his dad alive.

Jack searched around for what he had on him, a few ecto-batteries, a Fenton thermos and his jumpsuit.

Luckily around him laid the very destroyed yet salvageable parts of a machine that was brought along when this happened. So he took it apart and decided to make something outta it.

Danny meanwhile is not doing that hot, so he took to sleeping his fatigue away, he doesn't know how long it'll take but eh. So when his father built a coffin he very happily climbed in and started napping away.

Which, it wasn't supposed to be a coffin nor for him to sleep in, but Jack just went what the hell and decided to modify his original plan. Installing the ecto-batteries he tinkered them to draw in the ambient ectoplasm from their surroundings (which is far less than Amity Park but eh) and release it into the coffin to act as some kind of recharge station for his kidd-o. At least he hopes, then added some straps so he could put it and voila.

There strapped to his back was the Fenton-coffin, bound to (hopefully) recharge your ghost kid from either sickness, loss of power or both! Call now and you can get on for-

Now with Danny safely secured to his back and in a safe (enough) environment. Jack went on to (hopefully) find something to get them back home.

It is weird seeing superheroes that aren't ghosts though.

Crack Idea (dp x dc)

Just Fright Knight deciding he wants to make a power grab since Pariah Dark’s not around anymore and he’s getting bored. So, of course, what better way to get that boost he’s looking for other than to challenge Princess Diana of Themyscira for the title of Wonder Woman. While in battle, Diana is struck by Soul Shredder and is sent to face her deepest fears, and the Amazons are forced to give him the title though they keep trying to take it back through duels. Now, the Justice League is stuck with freaking Fright Knight as their ambassador and champion of the themyscirian amazons, even though he’s: 1) not an amazon, 2) very much dead and 3) potentially evil.

Government Dog AU

The US Government has a very strong, very unknown meta that they use to threaten the Justice League when they feel the Justice League goes too far.

He is rarely brought out, he's taller than Superman, and every time the League thinks they know what he can do, they're surprised by more.

He's got white hair, green eyes, and can literally possess any leaguer and force them to do what the government said anyways.

They suspect something is off, but any attempts to reason with the meta are rebuffed with a punch.

Impulse sees him once, and while he hovers behind the General threatening Superman, Impulse zeroes in on one thing.

That meta is wearing a collar. It's well disguised, but that's a collar. He'd recognize one anywhere, being as recognizing one meant surviving in the Future.

He glances at Red Robin.

Red Robin nods subtly back.

Impulse launches forward and attaches himself to the big, scary meta's front.

The meta's hands dart out to grab him, and Impulse dodges, tricking the meta into crushing his own collar.

Everyone goes quiet.

The meta holds the crumpled collar in his hands.

"...I'm...free?"

I would read this. At the moment? Only if this was the first chapter and the rest was nice and soft recovery, found family, and bonding over decimating the government facilities while abolishing the laws that allowed it to happen ^^ but I would 100% read that story XD

Clark tells his parents about Danny and they just

"Well tell the boy to come on down, we could always use a helping hand around the farm."

And Clark agrees, cuz he's hung out with Danny since he was freed and knows the man just wants a place so far removed from the facility he'd been locked away in and yeah, the farm is perfect for that.

Danny becomes Clark's unofficial adopted brother by osmosis.

Ellie coming out of hiding and just appearing on the farm one day, the Kents are like

"Ah, we have a daughter now. Understood."

Tucker and Sam getting into contact via letter and then phone, before randomly showing up in Gotham next to the skylight with multiple hard drives and flashdrives and paper files to convict certain govenrment bodies enough to spare the ones rich enough to abolish the Anti-Ecto acts so that they'll play along.

Danny just vibing in the middle of a barn, surrounded by cows, just enjoying being alive.

Everyone's saying Danny and I'm just sitting here thinking, "Is this Dan, his timeline being diverted by a time traveller who actually recognises what's happening to him?"

Like, in the events that eventually lead to Dan destroying the world, his mind eventually becomes too strong for the collar to control, and at that point he's learned how to defeat each. and every. member. of the Justice League. In his anger, less at what he's lost and more at what's been done to him, Dan lashes out. And keeps lashing out.

How can he tell his past self what was done to him? That would break little Daniel Fenton. Best to let him think it's his own grief that leads to that path, it's not like it'll matter for long anyway...

But here, that never happened.

Here, Impulse SAW THE COLLAR AND KNEW WHAT IT MEANT.

Here is Dan, having lost everything except Vlad, having to rebuild himself and learn how to trust once more.

He fought again. It was that person with bright colors again. He fought. He won. They put him in. They took him out. He fought.

That was the cycle.

"Get up, PH13" and he's out of the cell, and-

He's moved again-

[sometimes, not very often but sometimes, when they took him in or out he could hear a cry, he could feel another core sobbing quietly. It was important, he still knew that. That was important. He couldn't remember who that was, or why they were important, but-

They are important.]

He thinks there was a time when he didn't fight. He thinks there was something before. That HE was something before. But it hurts to think about it. It hurts so bad.

He thinks there was more pain, before. Sometimes when he sleep-but-not, the long time in, he can see green. Sometimes when he takes too long to do as told, or disobeys, or asks questions, there's electricity. Sometimes they check his collar and there's pain. But that's okay. It used to hurt more, he thinks. They used to hurt- something else. They don't do it anymore. It's okay.

He does as he's told to.

He fights. He wins. They put him in. They take him out. He fights-

Something hit his neck, as fast as light, and there's a sharp PAIN of electricity-

He screams and-

there's-

There's a kid, blue-eyes-black-hair and he flies.

why is it familiar?

The kid's holding a collar. It looks a lot like his own, he thinks. And then his fingers run into a free spot on his neck. A place that was metal as long as he can remember

"...I'm...free?"

It HURTS. IT HURTSITHURTSITHURTSIT

He can hear it now, and it's strange. He isn't even inside the old place. But there's a pain inside of him that pulls him away. And he doesn't remember much- he doesn't know who- what-

But there's a distant cry that he KNOWS. A far, weak, desperate sobbing, asking for help that will never come.

So he turns away. He doesn't hear, can't listen to what they ask him- they say things, but he needs to focus- he has to find-

[They're going to hurt her, he knows it the same way one knows the sun will shine tomorrow].

"Who are 'They'?" asks the big one. The one they made him fight. "Who are they going to hurt?".

He didn't even notice he said it loud. But there's no time to explain, not enough- no-

He's disoriented, and weak from (weeks? months? years? decades?) in captivity. It takes him precious moments to get the direction the sobbing comes from, but the moment he gets it he starts flying, only leaving two words behind:

[TBC...?]

Danny beats the joker to death with a thermos. Not the Fenton thermos, just a regular thermos filled with like coffee or whatever.

It’s what the joker deserves. Getting beaten to death by some random 14 year old with a regular thermos.

Bonus points for Jason laughing in the background.

Ok new random au idea thing.

So, the basis of this au is that Danny isn't actually as ok as he could've been after the portal incident, yes, he still has ghost powers and yes, he can switch between the two but is core is unstable.

It's fully formed yet lacks some of the key features of a regular ghost core, one of them being wherein they pull ectoplasm from the surroundings to keep themselves going but Danny's does not.

So him going ghost has a timer.

His parents also find out his secret when he couldn't keep the ghost transformation for long, and they don't try to kill him or anything, but they do pull him down to their lab to figure out if there was any way to reverse what happened to him.

Which there wasn't. But they did find out something else.

Right under Danny's heart rested a fully formed core. Which is not something that should be possible, it makes him physically weaker, less aware of his surroundings and slow in his movements.

They blame it on how his core is actively pulling in the ectoplasm in his blood needed to keep him alive to sustain his ghost half probably, but even that is a stretch considering how his ghost half isn't all that stable either.

At least compared to other ghosts.

So, they made it mandatory that Danny take shots of ectoplasm into his bloodstream consistently so his core wouldn't begin to draw the ectoplasm from his own blood. And it worked, Danny no longer felt so fatigued and could stay in his ghost form for far longer than he could before.

But Vlad, unlike him. Didn't need to take any shots of ectoplasm or anything of the sort, he was proper, genuine halfa. With all the perks of being both human and ghost with none of the drawbacks of Danny.

Vlad wasn't obsessed with Maddie here, no. He hated the both of them, he blamed them for the accident he got into and losing all those years of his life withering away in a hospital. So when he found they had a son, a son who was basically a feeble, weaker version of him.

He decided to take away something like they took away from him.

Danny was left in a remote location for hours on end, his core starting suck away the ectoplasm in his bloodstream until barely anything was left, and then it started taking the blood.

He was barely even coherent when his parents finally found him, injecting him with a syringe of ectoplasm to keep him stable enough until they got back to their lab. Jack and Maddie then decided to dig out a big hole, single out the life-giving effects of ectoplasm until there was nothing but that and dump him in it.

They did have to cut open his chest, to give his core proper access to the pool. They pretended not to notice how barely any blood sprang from the cut.

When they finally placed him inside, two things happened.

Danny's core was energized, supercharged, even.

Such supercharged energy exploded.

His latent ice abilities expelled from his core, covering the lab and everything in it. Before the entirety of Amity Park as well and a good chunk of the surrounding forests. Vlad was relatively unaffected, his fire core melting through the ice easily until seeing how said ice creeped back up no matter how much he burned through it.

So he decided to just turn his back and leave, it wasn't any skin off of his back whatever happened. Jack and Maddie probably also died from all the frost so really it kinda just saved him the trouble.

Time went on, and the ice encased world of Amity Park did not. Years passed as the ice slowly spread, the ectoplasm from the (somehow still activated) portal leaking through to cover the ice covered town. The ice spread further out into the forest, absolutely consuming it along with everything in it, the mass amounts of ectoplasm helped formed multiple ghosts though.

It was many, many years later until life stepped into the city again.

One Ra's Al Ghul.

Stop Having a Concussion and Get us Home!

Tim works as the CEO of Wayne Enterprises. Tim has a secretary, and then he has another one to help her because holy shit, the amount of crap Tam puts up with is insane and she needs an assistant of her own.

Tim's second secretary is one Danny Fenton.

Tim, Tam, and Danny are the last ones in Wayne Enterprises, as the building had to be evacuated due to Superman being mind-controlled and targeting major corporations.

Superman targets Wayne Enterprises.

Tim looks out the window as he his secretaries make their way towards the emergency exit, and there he is.

Floating there.

Staring at him.

Tim swears he can see his Uncle Clark sobbing as his eyes heat up.

Then Danny grabs him, yanks him into the stairwell, and just as the building starts to crumble around them, shoves both Tim and Tam into a glowing green portal.

Danny takes a blow to the head.

They land on a floating island, in a swirling vortex of green, and the one who got them there is unconscious on the ground with a nasty headwound.

Meanwhile, after the Justice League manages to snap Superman out of it, the man throws himself at Batmans feet and just...sobs.

Breaks.

They get the story in bits and pieces.

Tim was in the building, still. The burning, twisted wreckage of Wayne Enterprises.

And Clark can't hear his heartbeat anymore.

Batman spiraling is something all the batkids except Dick are experiencing for the first time. And then someone mentions how it’s not actually as bad as after Jason because technically Bruce still has the rest of them kind of anchoring him.

But consider this, maybe he’s worse than when Jason died. Not only Is this the second son he’s lost, in a burning building, but it was at the hands of one of his best friends.

Bruce can’t bring himself to kill Clark because he knows he was mind controlled, doesn’t stop him from attacking Supes though. The Bat boys have to use every ounce of strength and training to pull him off Clark while Cass grabs at the kryptonite knuckle busters. He allows it but doesn’t return to the watchtower and Supes stays clear of Gotham. Batman hits Gotham’s streets even harder than after Jason. Cutting all communications with the Justice League, even Diana can’t get through to him and had to leave Gotham in a rush.

Tim was also the one who brought him out of his spiral and continued to be the one who stayed with him the longest even with all the bumps along the road. Tim also risked his life to bring Bruce home after his stint in the time stream.

So my point being, Jason has a front row seat to Batman’s brutality and Dick is there to witness it first hand this time instead of Tim’s reports. Damien is shocked to see Bruce using, not only near lethal strikes but also the league training coming through the longer Bruce spirals. There is also no body found so they are all worried about the implications and possibly another Jason situation.

Jason has to reevaluate his thoughts on Bruce’s strict no killing rule and why he has it. He also has to think back to Tim’s stories from back in the early days after he was found out as Red Hood. Tim had told Jason once that Bruce had almost killed the Joker, thought he had at one point but the bastard came back, but Superman had stoped him. Tim had also tried to get him to understand that if Bruce killed as Batman he wouldn’t stop. Jason hadn’t believed him but he was starting to realize that it may be true.

Dock knew Bruce had been bad after Jason’s death, felt guilty for not seeing it past his own anger, he had heard Tim’s stories and had taken them with a grain of salt because Bruce couldn’t have been worse than before he became the first Robin. He was wrong. Oh , he was so much worse and the guilt tripled knowing he had left a young Tim to deal with this alone.

Damien is shocked. And after being away from the LoA and growing used to his father soft but firm guidance… he hates to admit it but he is afraid. Thoughts of the League and the possible threat of his father becoming like Ra’s, even just the slightest… poor boy is starting to wish for Tim to still be alive, somehow, someway, just so he can return to the comfort of a storm but loving father, not this cold blinded by rage being. He also has a new respect for Tim, to be able to deal with and handle Bruce in this state, from what he’d heard from the other, after Jason’s death. Tim was either extremely brave or plain stupid to blackmail Batman in that state.

Everyone can understand Bruce’s grief but they are all worried about him. With Clark out of the picture and Diana having no luck… no one knows how to help or stop him. From hurting others and himself.

bonus if they still haven’t found out who was behind the mind control.

Alfred is in the background watching and supporting them all as best he can, all the while grieving the loss of another grandson and the potential loss of the man he views as his son. He will continue to provide food, comfort and medical attention as he always does. And pray by some miracle, Tim comes home to them. Be it a body or alive. Alfred’s last shred of hope is resting on the capture of the one responsible and the lack of a body or rather bodies, as Tam and her assistants bodies were never recovered just like Tim’s was never found in the wreckage. All three will remain as missing, in his mind, until solid proof of death or life is found.

I don't know why, but I just had this idea of Tim trying to reach out to his family and friends from the Ghost Zone and it coming across...off.

Danny is still out cold, and Tim & Tam are pretty sure even if they do get him back from...wherever the hell it is he took them, he isn’t going to survive. His pulse keeps slowing, his body temp keeps dropping and even though the wound itself seems to have healed disturbingly fast Danny's just not waking up.

They're on a floating island in an endless world of impossible geography and mind fuckery, but they're not totally without luck. There's a building on this island, a brownstone like what they'd see back on earth but with some strange additions to it. A giant green and chrome... observatory? It looks like a flying saucer but that's definitely a giant telescope poking out the top of it. There's also a giant sign attached to the side of it claiming the building "Phantom's Lair" which is...concerning. but it's not exactly like they have a lot of options.

The front door is open and thankfully (?) it looks like no one is home. They manage to carry Danny inside and lay him down on a large couch in a fairly normal looking living room. Tam finds a kitchen stocked largely with junk food and seemingly endless vials of what looks concerningly like Lazarus Water.

Tim searched the place from top to bottom, which takes much longer than it really should. The building is larger on the inside, with endless rooms and halls and stairs. He's worried about getting lost but every time he thinks he might have lost the path he finds himself right back at the living room where he left Tam and Danny - which is impossible, considering he was on entirely different floors during some of those mix-ups. Good news at least he finds some medical supplies - normal, human medical supplies - and even better, various bits of tech that he's pretty sure he can use to try and contact his family.

They decided to hole up in the living room - the couches are big enough for all of them, access to the kitchen and living room and easy enough to block off from any potential unfriendles that might show up - and Tim gets to work. Some of the tech he finds boggled the mind a little, it looks like whoever made it is powering it all with Lazarus Water somehow, but he's figuring it out.

He knows, logically, that chances are slim that he'll get a message out. That even if he does the odds are it won't be his family or the League that gets the message - he's pretty sure they're in an entirely different dimension at this point - but he has to try. He records a message and starts playing it over every frequency he can remember the Bat Clan or Justice League ever using, using his own comm as a means of trying to anchor it all down somehow.

Back on Earth, things get...strange.

Barbara is monitoring the city, trying to keep everyone going while Bruce spirals, and for a moment - just a second - she sees Tim's face on one of her monitors.

Damian is in his room, comm in his ear listening to those of his siblings that are out patrolling, staring blankly down at the sketch of Tim he'd just completed. A crackle of static and then he hears Tim's voice, faint and tinny, "-here, - here, -here"

On all channels that the BatFam and Justice League uses, Tim Drake in quick, half-realizes seconds, appears as a ghost. Haunting those left behind.

"Here...here...here..."

Tim's voice echoed through the comms, tinny and distorted, and Bruce felt his heart break a little more. One of his children must have been listening to an old recording of Tim, and the comm had picked it up. That was the only logical conclusion.

He couldn't bring himself to go out, not after he'd nearly snapped a man's neck in front of Damian.

He knew he wasn't the only one mourning, he knew that. But it was so fucking hard to remember it in the middle of a fight.

He kept...forgetting.

He would allow himself to go just a little too far, a little too violent, in the faint hopes that he would hear Tim crop up and scold him. Like he had done after Jason. Like he had done after Jason came back.

But Tim did not pop up.

It was just Damian, his youngest, staring at him in horror after being forced to come between Bruce and the criminal they'd been trying to apprehend.

And then it was Jason, who looked too tired to say anything beyond a quiet "Just...go back to the cave, B."

Bruce had done just that. He'd gone back, sent Damian upstairs with Alfred, and then locked himself away.

He couldn't take his anger out on Clark. He couldn't. The man was already guilt-ridden and Superman hadn't been seen since the incident.

But he was Bruce Wayne, the Goddamn Batman; he would find out who had forced his best friend to murder his son.

And then.

Well.

He had plenty of contenders for the title of Batman, and Cass, while quiet, was the best option for a successor.

He would go after the culprit as none other than himself, not Batman. He would kill them. And Cass would fill the cowl he left behind.

~~~~~~

Clark buried his face in Jon's hair, hands shaking as he clutched his son to him. Lois ran her hands up and down his back, and Jon not only humored him, but clung back.

Ma was down in the kitchen, stress-baking.

Pa was down in the barn, stress-fixing.

Clark was home, was so far removed from the city where he'd...

Where he'd...

After, when they'd pulled Bruce off of him, he'd gone to Lex. Had begged Lex to put him down.

Only for Lex to raise an eyebrow at him, pity in his eyes, and tell him no.

Tell him that he had to live with what he'd done, and what made this time so different from the others anyways?

Clark hated the man even more after that.

That hatred had turned on himself when Lex had a gleam of understanding and told him to go home. To mourn without dragging a city down with him.

To grieve the way so many families had to every time Clark lost himself.

So Clark had fled.

He'd run home, grabbed Lois and Jon, and ran all the way home to his parents.

Kon had passed him by on the way, and his....eldest hadn't even looked at him.

Clark couldn't blame him.

His breath caught in his throat, and Lois leaned fully against him.

God.

He'd killed Tim.

He'd killed his nephew.

He could still see the shock and dismay in the boy's face, the absolute second he'd realized he was going to die.

Clark couldn't do this. He couldn't. He had to...he had to be put down, or-

What if he hurt Lois next? Jon? Kon?

How many more people would he be forced to maim or murder?

He-

His phone rang.

"Leave it, Clark," Lois muttered, glaring at the device, "Whatever, whoever, it is; it can be handled tomorrow."

But Clark could not.

What if it was Bruce?

What if they'd found the body?

Oh God, what if it was Kon?

Clark shakily let go of Jon and picked up the phone, holding it to his ear.

"Hello-?"

"Not....fault...Clark! Clark, it....fine...help...trapped-" The phone went dead, battery completely drained.

Clark kept holding it to his ear anyways.

"Dad?" Jon asked quietly, eyes wide.

Clark didn't say anything.

That had been Tim. That had absolutely been Tim. It had been staticky and faint, but it was Tim.

Tim had said he was trapped.

The phone shattered in his grip and his hand went back to cradling the back of his sons head.

Not only had he killed his best friends son, but said son was trapped and unable to move onto the afterlife.

~~~~~~

Damian felt like...well. Damian did not know what to feel like.

Watching his father utilize lethal moves on a civilian, one improperly armed, had struck a chord in him.

Damian would not say he was afraid. He was...cautious.

Whenever Ra's had been infuriated enough to fall back on training otherwise unused, it was only wise to vacate the compound until he had settled.

So Damian had asked Alfred for a lift, and let himself into Grayson's apartment.

He knew that Grayson would have known the second he let himself in, and decided to pass the time waiting for patrol to end by sketching.

But his hands would only draw one person.

It was Drake.

...

It was Timothy.

Eyes crinkled as he laughed at something, mouth in the middle of telling a stupid joke.

And Damian could not stop making it more and more detailed.

He and Timothy had not...gotten along in the standard sense of the word. But they had gotten along in their own way.

After he had settled from his....brainwashing. It had been brainwashing, and he had to refer to it as such lest he be tempted to fall back to it. After he had settled, he and Timothy had struck an antagonistic accord.

They did not wish death or severe injury upon the other, but they were free to snipe at each other with words.

Damian refused to acknowledge the moisture gathering in his eyes, just like he refused to acknowledge Grayson sliding into the apartment and draping himself over Damian's back.

Grayson let out a choked off breath and hugged Damian.

"Mind if we get that framed, Dami?"

Damian did not answer.

Words...were not enough to encompass what he desired to say.

Talking was an impossibility, though he did not know why.

Instead, Damian turned the page and started sketching Timothy anew.

~~~~~~

Jason had resorted to using real bullets again.

He knew that he was sliding back into old habits, but he really, really could not bring himself to give a shit.

He hadn't killed anyone.

Yet.

The night was still young, and perhaps some of them had bled out after he'd left.

Oracle wasn't saying anything one way or another.

She'd stopped saying much after Damian had requested help. Help to stop Bruce from killing some rando criminal.

Which.

Jason did not know how to deal with that.

When he'd answered the call, hed been furious. Where had this murderous revenge spree been when he'd bit it? What, was he not good enough to warrant it? Was Damian not good enough?

He'd stepped in, fired a rubber bullet square at Bruce's spinal surgery scar under all that armor, and just...deflated.

The man that had turned around to face him...had not been Bruce.

The lines of grief were too stark. His hands shook, his shoulders hunched, and the man looked three steps away from collapse.

In the end, Jason had told him to go home.

There really wasn't anything else to do.

"Hello? Anyone there? I'm here! I'm right here! I'm trapped, but I'm here! We need a pick up!"

Jason froze.

Clear as crystal, that had been Tim's voice.

"Oracle, did you-?"

"Yes, although it wasn't very clear. B might be...watching a recording."

Jason could hear the disbelief in her voice.

"It was clear," Jason muttered, standing on the rooftop of a half-finished building as he looked over at where Wayne Enterprises used to stand tall, "It was loud and clear. Tim's trapped. He's-Kon!"

It only took a second, but Tim's little Super maybe-boyfriend was suddenly there.

He looked wild, unhinged. His hair was a wreck, he was covered in dirt, and Jason could tell just by looking at him that his powers kept incrementally shorting out due to stress.

Good to know that falling into insanity with the absence of one of them wasn't just a Timmy thing.

"Take me to Wayne Enterprises; I think Tim's alive."

~~~~~~

Tim threw the toaster at a wall.

"Danny, sweetie, focus," Tam goaded their semi-conscious meta, "We need to go back. Can you get us back?"

Tim was reminded, rather abruptly, of Dora the Explorer.

Unfortunately, toddler TV-show talking verbiage had nothing on the headwound his second assistant had sustained.

"Frostbite..." The man whined, before forcibly pulling his face out of Tam's hands and trying to stand up.

Tim went back to disassembling what looked like a PDA. There had to be something, anything, to get a message back home.

The massive, migraine-inducing banging on the front door distracted him.

"Punk, open up," Someone called out, "I know you're in there. You, and the two illegal entries you brought in with you. That's against the rules."

Tim felt a chill go up his back.

"And you know what happens when you go against the rules."

There are rules about entering another ghost's liar.

Walker has those rules, as he does all the others, memorized. A ghost's lair is about the single most protected space in the Zone - legally speaking. Entry without permission is not only taboo, it's illegal - punishable by a minimum of four eons in Walker's prison. And that was a very, very light sentence for such a crime.

That was not to say that law breakers in the Zone could evade justice by simply hiding out in their lairs forever. Especially when the laws being broken are done within said Lair. There are, as with all things, rules to follow.

Walker started with requesting entry - loudly, with increasingly more forceful slams of his fists against the door - running down the clock until he could move on to more...direct methods. It would take a bit to get through all the steps that the rules required, but that was fine. The punk wasn't going anywhere.

And neither were the illegal entrants with him.

-

There was a giant...man? Outside. A giant, glowing man-like individual with a skull (?) for a face and a dozen or so armed...green, glowing men-like things. They were dressed like a riot squad. They didn't have legs.

If they got out of this alive, Tim was going to sit Danny down and they were going to have a very long, very detailed discussion about just where exactly he'd brought them. He hadn't decided if that would be before or after he strangled the other man with his bare hands.

Tam was doing her level best to barricade the doors and windows to try and stave off the coming assault, but Tim wasn't putting a lot of faith in it holding. They might be able to evade the - men? Entities? - entities by going deeper into the endless maze of this impossible building, but Tim wasn't totally sure that they wouldn't be looped right back around again to where they started.

Danny wasn't any help, slurring and stumbling about, talking about a walker - did he need one? Was he more injured then they thought? - and otherwise swearing about rules.

Tim was desperately trying to find something - anything - that he might be able to use as a weapon to defend themselves, the haphazard system he'd setup to reach out for help had started glowing a few minutes ago. Considering the tendency for things to suddenly go concerning luminescent in this hellscape, Tim was half expecting for him and Tam to start lighting up too soon. God he hoped it wasn't some kind of interdimensional radiation.

He was in the process of leveraging a leg off of the kitchen table - fuck it was something at least - when he heard a deep, reverberating rumble echoing out from behind him.

Spinning he found himself frozen in place as a creature disturbingly dog-shaped loomed in a doorway that had not been there moments before. Easily the size of a minivan - bigger even - blindly green with terrifyingly red eyes, fangs as long as Tim's forearm as it lowered it's massive head and snarled at him, so loud and deep Tim could feel it reverberate through his chest. Around him the random bits and bobs thrown about the kitchen rattled from the dangerous low warning.

It was settled.

He was going to kill Danny when this was all over.

-

There was a tall, red-headed woman arguing with the police crew cordoning off the scene of the wreckage.

Jason recognizes her. Jazz Nightingale. A social worker that had been making waves over the past couple of years. Pushing hard on reforms, aggressively protective of each and every kid that crossed her path, nearly arrested half a dozen times during stand offs with officials or parents posing more risk than rescue to the kids in her charge.

She was one of the good ones. Someone he'd had on his list to try and work with one of these days. Try and get something more sustainable setup for the Alley kids, someone other than a Crime Lord for them to reach out to for help.

He had half a second to wonder just what she was doing there at the smoldering ruins of the WE building before it clicked.

Nightingale had been Tim's assistant Danny's last name. Gordon had mentioned having to break the news to a sister - no other family to tell.

"You don't understand, I need to search the debris."

"Ma'am, I'm sorry, I understand how hard this must be for you, but we can't allow you past the barrier, the rubble is extremely -"

"I'll be fine, I need to find something. I know it's there, Danny had it on him, if I could just -"

Jason had seen people try and go through rubble themselves in the wake of tragedy, desperately trying to find the person they lost. Trying to prove that they weren't dead. That if you just looked hard enough that their loved one would be alive and well. Merely trapped out of reach and in need of rescue - he ignored the voice telling him that he was doing the same thing, he heard Tim, he knew he was alive.

Jazz Nightingale wasn't looking for a body though. She wasn't asking to search for her brother. She was asking for something else.

"Start looking." He grunted to Kon, turning to start heading toward's Nightingale's direction. "I'll be there in a second."

Clone-boy didn't need the encouragement. Jason wasn't even sure he'd heard him. He'd already been diving towards the ruined building with that haunted, desperate look in his eye Jason remembers Tim having when his sorta-maybe-boyfriend had kicked it.

He pulled Nightingale away from the cop. She didn't even seem to care that Red Hood had suddenly appeared at her elbow and inserted himself into the situation. Just gritted her teeth and pressed on.

"Look, I need to get in there. I need to find -"

"Something your brother had on him." He interrupted. "You said." He titled his head at her, eyes sharp on her every movement beneath the hood. "You don't seem very upset that he's dead."

The red-head's fists clenched hard at her side, heckles up immediately as she all but spat, "Danny's not dead. He's not. He and the people he were with aren't. Dead." She looked like she was ready to bolt and hurl herself into the wreckage just like Kon had. "If you just let me search, as long as he didn't have it on him - and he shouldn't have, he doesn't even need it, he was supposed to drop it off - I can get to them, I know I can, I just need -"

"You know where they are?"

Nightingale pulled up sharply, hands clenched tight enough at her sides he half expected to start seeing blood drip down from between her fingers. She cast a nervous look towards the cop she'd been fighting with before, shuffled away to leave Jason to deal with her - undoubtedly hoping Red Hood could scare her off where the cop's bland condolences couldn't. After a short beat she took a breath, bending a little closer to him and lowering her voice as she said, "Yeah. I know...I know where they are. I can get to them, I just need a device my brother had with him."

Jason glanced over at the smoldering, torn apart building. Kon darting in and out of view as he searched. Rubble the size of houses, cement and rebar and steal beams all a pile of ruin.

"And if this device you're talking about was shot to shit by debris?" He had a thousand questions he wanted to ask her, but they could wait. Right now all that mattered was getting to Tim. Getting him out of wherever the hell he was trapped.

Nightingale looked weary at the question. "Then I'll have to take the long way." She scowled, "It better have made it. I really don't want to have to go deal with that Fruitloop in Wisconsin."

Sure Tim is pissed, but if Danny didn't throw them into this dimension, they would have died. Tim will realize that once he's out of immediate danger and not in fight and flight mode. It's not like Tims gonna fire Danny for saving his life even though he threw them into another dimension. Danny will help them out eventually by possibly setting Cujo on Walker and if he gets to the fridge and gets some ecto in him he'll be good in like 5 minutes.

I'm glad everyone is realizing that Tim is glue holding almost all the Bats together and Kon's only reason for not killing Clark and destroying the world.

Jazz explaining the Ghost zone how one would explain the upsidedown in Stranger Things while stating that their parents ripped a whole to that and now it's connected to her brother since he was technically sacrificed.

This of course will lead to an in depth background check on their family that will dig up a 100 more issues.

How old is Danny by the way? Because I'm picturing him in his early 20s only a few years older than Tim. Were the Anti-Ecto Acts ever repealed? Or not....

Dp x dc prompt:

Clockwork is about to start ripping out his hair!! Nothing could be easy for him could it? On one hand he had a dimension full of super powerful beings that regularly rewrite their own reality by accident and on the other he has Danny climbing up the walls, becoming stir crazy after only a decade of being king!!

Well, wait a second. Their might be a way to solve two problems at once. His sure Danny would have fun with that world and he is responsible and noble enough to stop those idiots from braking space time. All he would have to do is ‘suggest’ his king go on a vacation!!

Meanwhile John Constantine just snapped out of a killer hangover by the sudden feeling that something was about to happen and that it would somehow involve death.

So what if the nicer version of summoning kind of acts like a message system. The summoner sends a message to the entity who has the option of appearing or sending a message back.

I can just imagine Constantine using this type of summoning on The Ghost King to try and be as in good graces as possible. If the king of a whole ass dimension is unavailable he can just ask for a conference at a better time.

The trouble is that since the way he words it would be extremely formal and Danny grew up in the days where formal letters to you that you are not expecting are often spam, he suspects it's spam. And just ignores it or rips it up.

After a few times of this he sends back "I'm not interested in my cars extended warranty!"

Dp x Dc prompt

Amity Parkers stare (slightly) hostile at any outsider that walks into their city

(it's theirs and strangers just keep walking in)

This inclides Tim when he and Jason have to go through it / investigate it

Which means the passing glances, resulting in double takes and surprised staring are weirding jason really out

It's like he passes as one of their own at first glance

(the green in his veins sings at being around community)

Love the take. Love the implications.

Maybe liminals are naturally angry.

Maybe ecto craves to be in the zone (the dead are made to be in the land of the dead, the ecosystem of the living simply isn't built for them). So liminals - who alive but not quite?

They feel out of place.

Like an itch under the skin of a pebble in your shoe.

Annoying.

Constant.

Wrong.

Worst of all, this is an annoyance that can't quite be fixed.

Not normally, at least.

Ever since the portal came on, the people of Amity have grown steadily more liminal.

When the city was taken into the Zone itself? There isn't a single non-liminal left.

Locals become moodier when they leave Amity. Journeys away are infrequent, short. Why would anyone move away when home is so perfect?

And Amity is perfect.

Because Amity Park? The location itself is liminal.

The land, the air, every inch of amity is halfway to the Ghost Zone.

The portal may be in the Fenton basement, but the veil is thin throughout.

The entire city dwelt in the Zone - briefly, perhaps. And perhaps there was a shield, sure.

A shield can only do so much.

To dance with death you must touch it, and Amity Park has been dancing since the day Danny Fenton tripped in his parents' portal.

A liminal city - a place just as alive as it's citizens. Just as touched by death.

Amity Park is Home to liminals.

Home in the way the Far Frozen is to the Yetis.

Home in the way Dora's Kingdom is to her people.

Amity Park is the Living Lair of Liminals. Phantom is their Frostbite in ghostly matters, Vlad is their Frostbite in living matters.

For all the man comes across as sketchy, Vlad Masters is a competent mayor.

(Vlad hardly notices himself becoming less hostile to Jack as the ecto levels of the city increase.

Hardly notices when he no longer wants to kill the man, when plans switch from murder and marriage to finding ways to fight both of the elder Fentons.

Hardly notices how much he holds back against both, more playing than fighting. How his goal switches from 'remove obstacle and obtain human' to 'bond-fight with frightmates to make them stronger and also Quality Time.'

Jazz does. Danny does.

Jazz adds a section on dehumanization (deghostification?) of human lives as a form of paranormal bias potentially as a response to and expression of past-self-loathing to her thesis.

Danny just breathes a sigh of relief that the fruitloop might actually be done with the whole murder thing - as weird as it would be to accept him as an actual sort of uncle-figure, it'd be better than worrying about his dad dying and his mom being kidnapped all the time.

Not that either of them realize the cause of this. Amity is very oblivious to its increasing liminality, including Jazz and the trio. Even with Valerie's Suit Powers smacking them in the face.)

Is it any wonder Jason doesn't want to leave? When he spent so long feeling awful he forgot what it was like to feel okay?

To feel better than just okay?

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Funny enough, what brings them to Amity is the same thing that once kept them away.

Amity Park has been a ghost-themed tourist city for as long as it's existed, stuffed with haunted houses, spooky cemeteries, and eerie scenery. When the city started reporting 'ghost attacks' on their news channels, the JL didn't bother to check in.

After all, they hadn't gotten any distress calls about it. It was just another cash grab to lure in tourists.

(The GIW feared the JL would be 'overly sympathetic.' Rerouting JL line calls would be a problem. But calls out of Amity Park? The GIW ensured their attempts to reach anyone but the GIW never got off the ground.)

This belief suffered damage when tourism dropped.

It wasn't just a matter of a poor season either. Hardly noticeable at first, truthfully.

Reports of haunted houses in the city closing here, a ghost show being denied a request to view a house there, tourist reviews reporting a sense of hostility from the locals there.

It snowballed.

They only really noticed because Tim decided to cyber stalk Vlad Masters after he declined Bruce's invite to a gala - an invite the man had been angling for for literal years.

Having become a mayor recently, the man should have found networking all the more valuable.

Tim started his research by looking at the city itself: Amity Park, 'The Most Haunted City in America.'

The official city website was just a few dozen red flags in a trench coat.

The home page read (Un)Welcome to Amity Park. There were standard tabs - news, utilities, tourism.

News showed the same funny ghost theme, except...the article were all played straight. Masters' official addresses to the city even played the ghost topic straight - there were videos. He talked like he was serious about 'installing a new lattice of ghost shields to prevent damage to roads and sidewalks in future attacks.'

Utilities included 'Public ecto-device updates & maintenance' as well as a personal version. The sections were fully functional and the forms would actually be sent to the city.

A quarter of the city's budget claimed to be dedicated to this service.

The tourism page managed to be the most alarming.

Amity Park's ghost theme was due to it being a tourist trap.

The tourism section stated, in large, bold, underlined letters:

Closed for Tourism

"Of the 257 tourists to visit Amity in the previous month, 2 died and another 19 were seriously injured due to a failure to adhere to local warnings and safety practices. If you must visit Amity Park please obtain a brochure from City Hall immediately and read it in full. Take care to adhere to all safety measures when within city limits. Thank You."

What followed was a long list of 'closed' businesses - all tourist traps and attractions, plus a few hotels (it hadn't been a large city to begin with. More of a town at 'barely scraping 20K people').

At the very end was a list of resources for people who "intended to visit anyway, or to move to the city" with a few small bed & breakfasts and houses for sale or rent.

If the 'attacks' were meant to drum up tourism, why shoot down would-be tourists at the gate?

Looking at footage from the 'attacks' only added to his suspicions.

Early on, the supposed ghosts were staticky blurs of color, barely noticeable on the screen.

Fiddling with the image resolution and sharpness didn't have any affect on it - though it did make the trees and cars in the background clearer.

Eventually he gave it up as a lost cause and started looking through the rest of the videos - and boy were there plenty of them.

Going in chronological order, he noticed a trend.

Over time, video and audio quality got worse. Like the camera itself was slowly becoming distorted.

Except much of it was amateur phone footage, meaning every camera in Amity Park would have to be degrading at the same speed.

Then, it worsened drastically all at once.

One video was slightly blurry and staticky throughout, but he could still make out what things were well enough.

The next video? Incomprehensible.

Noise and color and blurs.

Staticky-noise that, if he listened closely, almost sounded like whispers and screams and cries.

There was nothing recognizable.

It made his hair stand on end.

He got back to digging.

There wasn't much else to find. Or rather, what he found was a lack of what he should be finding.

Locals' social media pages were all dark, chat rooms for the city's people were inaccessible no matter how hard he tried. It was like the firewalls were coming alive to eat his code when he tried to force his way in.

Trying to hack a device in the city was worse; whatever code showed up on the screen was a type or OS he recognized. It gave him malware.

He almost went nuclear on his computer to protect his data, though he thankfully found a built-in off-switch before he had to do that.

Still.

Something was up with Amity Park.

He had to know what.

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When Tim debriefs the rest of the family on the weird situation, Bruce assigns him to investigate personally.

"Constantine checked in on the place a little less than two years ago to ensure the attacks were just tourism grabs, but it's possible he missed something. Or that the situation changed."

Going out of the city on a mission alone is, of course, not an option.

What better cover story to visit the city inconspicuously than Tim Drake-Wayne and Jason Todd going on a bro-bonding road trip to a city that explicitly asks people not to visit.

It seems like something an eccentric rich person would do as a family outing - good for the mission and good press.

Jason was rather in need of more news appearances. He'd only made two notable headlines since his 'miraculous return' - to the public eye, at least - and keeping his head down now that people knew he was back would only lead to more questions.

Half-hearted as he was about it, Jason agreed.

Had a thought today about DP x DC. I know how in most crossovers there is the sense that Danny would never reveal the secret identities of whichever hero he is interacting with, given his own secretive nature and how he knows the value in it... but that isn't entirely true to his character, given he immediately outed Valerie's secret identity to her dad when presented with the opportunity.

Poor poor John, it seem’s that he’s gotten himself into a bit of situation.

@jotaroslooseeyebrowhair

-Too be completely honest everything I know about John Constantine is from AO3. With random snippets like ~steel blue eyes or short blonde hair… and not to forget the “Gods! I need a drink don’t contact me for the next month.. or better yet don’t at all” 👍✨👌

danny's 'the most guy who can't leave well enough alone' ever

Kindred spirits really does have that patented scifi horror element that comes with clones dying.

The long road of how starting a fight with superman over clone parenting eventually lead to Danny Phantom become God Part 6: Family time

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47818321/chapters/122704474

It was a half hour later and Superman, Dinah, and Constantine were discussing how the session went after Jazz and Conner left.

“I can’t believe you promoted someone who punched a client!” Clark said.

“It was involuntary mate, you harmed her brother and the king of the infinite realms,” Constantine said.

“Last I checked he did the harming,” Clark said bitterly.

“You literally asked about his death, now what did my little presentation for the JL say about asking that and what can happen?” Constantine chided as Superman grumbled his answer.  Before he further berate the man of steel something went off in his mind.

“I gotta go, Bruce is calling.”

“I didn’t hear your phone, John,“ Dinah said.

“I gave Brucie a totem to break if he was in a really bad supernatural situation and needed me immediately.”

“We’re coming with…” Superman declared

“No, you’re not. Something tells me that would just make things worse.” John said leaving through a portal.

Jack and Maddie came bursting in showing off their latest captured ghost with proud grins.  They were testing out a new type of large containment device that would allow them to study ghosts in real-time.

Jazz’s hands went straight to her mouth, her eyes wide, glowing, and dripping tears of rage.  Bruce turned to look at Danny who was wide-eyed as his eyes began to change, his hair whitening as he looked at the small white-haired ghost in the container.  He was breathing to try and calm himself down.

“Daddy help!” Danielle screamed as the containment device shocked her until she passed out…

All light ceased to exist in that room all anyone could see was an endless black.

“Danny no!” Jazz’s voice went hoarse as she attempted to get her brother to hear her.  However, she received no response.  She heard what sounded like a twig breaking before the entire room erupted in a torrent of ectoplasmic fire.  Now that she could see she saw something nobody who knew the phantoms would ever think possible.  Amidst the burning flames was Vlad Plasmius pinning Jack and Maddie to the wall, flames pouring off his body, eyes glowing bright red.  Danny stood before the containment device as the glass on it shattered into dust.  Bruce, Barb, and Jazz shielded their eyes from the blast.

“Wisconsin ghost,” Jack managed to choke out only for Plasmius to tighten his grip.  Danny gently pulled the unconscious Danielle out of the containment field as glowing vines began to fill the room unaffected by the flames.

The kitchen table turned into a soft bed which he set Danielle in so she could rest.  Sam and Tucker came through the front door.  Sam’s eyes were bright green as she controlled the vines to make space for her and Tucker.  Bruce and Barbara couldn’t help mentally comparing the goth to Poison Ivy.  Tucker’s entire form was glowing with an overlay of something resembling an Egyptian pharaoh and in his hand was the Scarab Scepter.  If one looked out the front door they would see a very large Cujo guard the door while growling at a very terrified John Constantine.

“Release them, Vlad,” Danny said with a coldness that was unlike his normal affect.  Vlad did as instructed and as soon as they fell they were tied up by Sam’s vines.  Danny walked over to be directly transformed.  Barb couldn't’ look directly at him, Bruce having done several missions with JLD was used to it and couldn’t understand why Clark didn’t surrender as soon as Phantom transformed in front of him.

“Phantom, you killed our son, give him back!” Maddie screamed at the white-haired entity, only for Danny to laugh in her face.

“You Killed your son when the portal opened with me inside of it!” he screamed, the sonic force of which started to tear the building apart.

“Impossible!” Jack screamed.

“Well then call me Kim Possible, because anything is possible when you have two idiot negligent parents who put the on switch to the dimensional portal on the inside of it!” he screamed,  summoning a black hole that sucked the entire building up, not even leaving the ghost portal behind.  They were all left standing in the crater by the time the black hole was dismissed.

“You were going to study the ghost you captured?” He asked sharply to which they both nodded on instinct.

“Tear her apart molecule by molecule?” Again they nodded.

“You were going to tear apart my daughter, your granddaughter molecule by molecule!” He stepped back and pointed at them, “Let’s see how you like being torn apart slowly molecule by molecule,  Hestia!” He declared as both scientists closed their eyes preparing for the worst.

“They aren’t worth it my King, trust me.” Bruce and the others saw a very short young Greek ghost girl with pale skin, black hair, and blue eyes in a white soft cloth dress with blue accents.

Danny looked at her searching her eyes, knowing the crown of fire never takes physical form except for extremely important events that could effect the whole of the infinite realms,  despite his rage he took her advice.  He looked at Tucker,

“Use the Scarab Scepter and wipe their memories down to their 3rd birthdays,” Danny said as Tucker nodded somberly and the deed was done.  Danny looked at Bruce,

“I hope that the offer for a place to stay is still good.” Bruce nodded as Danny looked around and counted the people one by one.

“You think you got room for six people and a ghost dog?”

“Daniel, you don’t need to include me in this number!” Vlad corrected.

“Shut up and listen to your father” Danny grinned.

“I have my own mansion!” Vlad protested.

“Be a good boy and listen to your father.” Sam chided,

“Yeah, Vladdie!” Tucker said as Bruce watched the ongoing scene, his heart lighter now that everything seemed to be working itself out.

“As long as you promise to not adopt me I think I can find the room.” At Bruce’s response, Barb broke out into a loud laughter that Jazz admittedly found rather melodious.  The laughter proved contagious until Danielle started to stir.  Danny immediately went to her and picked her up into a gentle hug wrapping his ghostly tail protectively around them,

“Daddy, what happened?” She said in a groggy voice.

Thanks for reading Also here is a Text to speech with some OST  it starts when Jack and Maddie enter with Danielle in tow. 

https://soundcloud.com/npcemi/phantom-family-scene?si=a82387ad293a4ac2bcd6fafbcfa4aacd&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

DP Prompt

Maddie and Jack set out to try to capture the ghost boy again, but upon finding him, they quickly realize that they’ve been ambushed. Phantom appears and starts accusing them of kidnapping his puppy named Cujo and possibly performing some sick experiments on him just like the GIW does to lots of ghosts. They eventually reach an agreement to help him find Cujo in exchange for answers about ghosts (which he struggles with since he’s only died a couple months ago). When they find Cujo, the two parents no longer see an evil ghost haunting Amity Park.

They just see a kid who met their end too early and a puppy who lost their life long before him acting as a sort of guide dog through learning the life of a halfa ghost.

Go Stay with your estranged Uncle Thrice Removed

Danny and Jazz are ordered to stay with their estranged uncle thrice removed, due to Jack and Maddie needing them out of the house for adult reasons they're cleaning up and dodging a child neglect investigation as well as tax evasion.

The new city is...pretty big. Different. New, for sure.

But theyre pretty sure that their Uncle's weird friend is either a ghost or an alien or, worse, a stalker.

They land on stalker.

But their Uncle! He's hapless! A pathetic man in all but his job, and even then! He must be protected! He clearly doesn't know how to tell a creep to fuck off!

So Jazz and Danny ban together to protect their Uncle Clark from Brucie Wayne, who is clearly a creepo stalker.

Oh gosh I love this! I want to come back to this later. Hilarious to think of what Bats thinks of these kids and how their hiding their envolvment from Clark

Consider this. They hide nothing. It's so entirely normal to them. And Amity Park knew. So while it's not the best, surely it's not considered that bad. Right?

Clark is having mini heart attacks at every new piece of information. Bruce is trying to help, but the kids hate him for some reason. He heard them muttering about rich people aren't to be trusted.

Apparently their rich Godfather regularly abused them. And no or noticed, or cared. Because he's rich. And Clark has no idea how to cope. And he can't talk to Bruce. Because the kids think he's a stalker and are protecting him.

Which is so so sweet. But oh gods. Please. Let me be the adult? And he heard them talking about him. They seem to think he's a hapless idiots outside of work. In need of minding. ,

And asking for advice has led to him being mercilessly teased. By everyone. He does not know what to do with all this. Thankfully Lois is around to talk to.

The kids of course like Lois. She has a spine of steel. They can respect her. She can help them protect Uncle Clark!

Lois of course sees this as an opportunity to Fuck with Bruce and Clark. She very subtly feeds into it. Talks about everything in a way just slightly off. She is waiting for the big reveal. It's going to be amazing.