IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT
MY DASH NEEDS TO HEAR THIS.

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT
MY DASH NEEDS TO HEAR THIS.
BatmanxDP crossover. JasonxJazz
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“Are you still mad at me?”
Jason sighed. “I’m not mad.”
She didn’t like his answer, but contained herself. Like she did all the thousand times in the last hour.
“I promise I’m not mad.”
Her eyes were deep turquoise pools without end. He usually didn’t feel analyzed when she looked at him, she was very firm on never using her skills on him despite joking about not being a good doctor; but now he could almost feel her poke around in his head. He didn’t like it.
“I was mad, but I‘m not anymore. Promise.”
She liked that answer even less than the other one. “I’m sorry.”
She was being honest. Like she had been the first thousand times she apologized.
It wasn’t about being sorry or being mad with her. It was just—
“I shouldn’t have said yes without asking.”
The devil walks into your work on a Thursday.
“Hi,” you say, “welcome to McDonalds.”
The devil clops up to the register, red eyes sliding from the cartoonish picture of Grimace, to the Coca Cola drying in the grout, to the ketchup stain on your pale blue button down.
“What can I get started for you today,” you prod when he continues to stare.
“Uh,” he says. “I came for your soul?”
Your smile slips for a moment before you can pin it back in place. Thank goodness your manager is on their lunch. “We don’t sell that, I’m sorry. Have you tried a Big Mac?”
“I know McDonald’s doesn’t sell souls,” the devil says. “Your parents sold your soul. Before you were born.”
“Oh,” you say. That would explain…a lot, actually. “Well. I’m at work, so…can you collect later?”
“I’m owed your soul on your 18th birthday,” he says.
“It’s my birthday today?” You glance at the register. “Wow. I forgot.”
“That is so fucking sad,” the devil says. He punched the bridge if his nose. “When is your shift over?”
“3am.”
“Jesus,” the devil says. He turns on his hoof. “I’m going to go buy you a cake or something.”
“Wow,” you say. You press a hand over your heart. “That—that actually would make my week.”
“And that’s sad,” the devil calls over his shoulder. “See you at 3!”
Now you have a reason to look forward to getting off work.
2:30 am rolled in at such a snails pace, but you kept that plastered mask on the whole night.
You had to deal with a rainbow of people all day. From rich kids looking down on you to that poor homeless guy that comes by asking for your stale fries.
Your boss had watched over you and your coworkers and have scolded you a few dozen times for not upselling, or even appeasing the Karen at max volume.
But now you were doing the one thing no one in a McDonald's would dare do. You cleaned the mc flurry machine. A rare sight to see and probably the only working one in town.
You hear the chime, the chime of dread, your stomach drops, and you fix that mask turning to face the next customer.
Only to internally sigh in relief. Oh good, its just the Devil.
He walks in with what appears to be a medium sized box. He still looked as disgruntled as before. Maybe even more so as he looks around the dingy Mc Donald's.
"Welcome back! You're early!"
"Is... that.. a working mc flurry mechine?" He answers instead looking over you. You nod with perhaps a hint of pride.
"Yes Sir! Just cleaned it. Would you like one?" You can see him staring into your soul. Which, you suppose is his soul now.
"No. Just.. be done already."
You nod to him watching him clop over to a table setting the box down. Huh... your soul is now his? You didn't have time to think about that.
Your manager pops their head out from the back. "Hey. Josh said he's gonna be late. Need you to...." you glance over to see your manager staring at the gargantuan devil sitting there. He looks back causing your manager to freeze in horror. You never seen them so pale.
"Your employee quits as of this moment. Figure out your own issues. Leave." He said with menacing eyes that flash. Your manager turns around and books it to the back, possibly to pray for forgiveness.
You take that as your cue to clock out. You offer a goodbye to your boss but they won't have any of it.
The devil watches you slip from out behind the counter now with even more distain. Your pants look... questionable.
"How often do you even do laundry?"
"If I can have a day off that doesn't involve driving my younger siblings to and from their music classes and tutors."
The devil stares in disgust now understanding what your parents did.
They sold their first born and invested in the younger siblings.
And they say the devil is the worst..
"Just... damnit just sit down."
You do as he sets out two golden plates opening up the box to reveal a professionally made cake with a black marble icing and gold flakes. Set on top are black candles that's wax looks to shimmer like a dark rainbow. The flames flicker and crackle shifting from one color to another. Its beautiful.
You don't know what you were expecting. You almost expected a cheap sheet cake from the store down the street.
"... happy birthday... make a wish I guess... blow out your candle..."
You smile, you make the same wish you made every year. "I wish for a pet." You don't say it out loud. It was out of habit even though you know it won't come true. Least you now understand why.
You blow out the candle and it gives off a sigh like a ghost had escaped your lips.
You watch this soft glowing whisp floats around you while the devil cuts you a piece of cake. You only look back when you hear your fork be set next to your plate.
"Thank you.. its a lovely cake."
He brushes it off. "Just.. eat."
You enjoy your cake as he watches. After a moment he speaks.
"Your parents sold your soul to me."
"Mmhmm.."
"Meaning you belong to me."
"Mmm"
"In hell."
When you clear your mouth you reply. "So, what will I be? Burning punished for all eternity? Slave labor? Dealing with karens?"
He stares at you not sure if he should feel impressed or bothered by the fact you just don't seem that fazed.
"Souls sold to me become whatever I feel like them being. You..." he stares at you as you enjoy more of your cake.
"Your not even fazed by the fact your going to hell."
You shake your head. Simply enjoying the sinfully delicious cake.
"You could be tasked with cleaning up hell hound shit."
"Oh! This mean I can see hells good bois??"
"...... you could be handing out toys for orgys...?"
"Sounds like they be having fun."
"Cleaning up torture chambers?"
"Have you seen the bathrooms?"
The devil takes a breath to compose himself. Mortals these days... whats the point of hell when theres a worse one on earth?
When your full he closes the box, the plate and fork vanish.
"Come with me"
You oblige following him out of the McDonald's.
He doesn't even bother asking about if you have a car. He already knew that answer.
"Your going to be one of my messengers to the other realms."
You blink looking up at him.
"Really? Nothing nasty like the ones you mentioned?"
"Look kid, if you can keep a straight face serving me, practically live like your in hell, and still be the only few willing to keep a mc flurry working.. I'd rather you go deliver things to and from hell to like... I dont know anubis or Hades."
You follow along your little whisp still dancing around you.
"Okay... one more question..."
He sighs "what?"
"Can I pet a hell hound?"
"....... yes.... yes you can pet a hell hound."
Day 3
Quinn. That was its name, apparently. I was aware that other species and cultures sometimes gave their people individual titles (some after maturing, some at birth or hatching), which they were called by by others. "Humans" seemed to be no exception. It differed from my own species, which called each other by their titles, usually relating to their profession. Younglings were called by their parents‘ title added to "Young". I was simply "mechanic", both to my crew and to my own species.
When I arrived in the meal hall, there was no sign of the "human". I decided against questioning it, and instead focused on finding out more about "humans". I concluded asking my fellow crewmates could not be the worst idea. And I was, once again, correct.
None of them were able to tell me much about the Terrans, as I had expected, but I could gather some information. Dorag told me that they were omnivores, and could even eat an amount of plants that were poisonous to most of the other species populating their planet, without further complications. But he also reported to me that their stomach acids were strong enough to dissolve metals, so I have decided that his account can not be trusted until there is actual proof to support it.
Kaxzlang told me that he had heard that they had more than one set of teeth, one pair during their youth that falls out and grow back stronger upon maturing. This was a more credible report, since a lot of species that undergo a similar process exist. Wrin informed me that they thought they had heard "a while back" that human bites can be lethal to most species and even their own, but I must add that Wrin is not the most credible source there is, since they spend most of the time intoxicated.
Although the most interesting report was from Uhngfjôd. Hoj reported that "humans" were not disabled by the removal of a limb and would continue moving and fighting if necessary. If you wanted to fatally incapacitate a "human", you should always aim for the head. Obviously, this is an astounding information, and I do carry a fair amount of doubt regarding it, but hoj swore by han honour, that hoj had seen it with han own eyes, and it is well known across the galaxy that for hoj species, the Fanglavads, maintaining their honour and keeping their word is of highest priority.
I have made it my mission to investigate all of these claims to see if there is any truth behind them. Furthermore, I will continue observing the human to the best of my ability.
I did not come across the human during the remaining cycle, but I will make my best efforts to seek out contact with it. All new acquired information will be reported and documented here.
Team Phantom (Danny, Dani, Sam, Tucker, Valerie, and Jazz) end up having to flee Amity and Earth (maybe the anti ecto and the GIW tries to nuke Amity) and the Fenton parents (who know about Danny) shove them into the Spector Speedster tell them that they love them all like their kids and shove them through the portal shutting it behind them.
The last thing that the kids see is the portal closing behind them and a flash. All of them have powers and are liminal to some extent. Jazz even has her own transformation and they all don't look human.
The Specter Speedster bursts through dimensions and ends up in DC. The JL sees a space ship pass the Watchtower and a few people are dispatched to check it out and possibly welcome the people.
They open the pod and it's a bunch of what look like very inhuman kids in protective suits of some type. When they go to wake them the two that look the most similar babble at them in a very nonhuman language and Green lantern is sent in to get a universal translator going. Because of the ecto and the differences at earth, the kids mostly use infinite realms terms and concepts (this will be important later)
The kids tell them that their Home "Amity" was at war and that the enemy was using what they called "ecto-nuclear fusion weapons" and the last thing that they saw when they were shoved into the "speedster" was the "Phantoms" parents trying to protect them and a flash of blinding light.
The Kids are introduced as "Phantom", "Phantasma", and "Specter" all of one family. With blinding white hair and Green eyes for the younger two and the eldest had bright green hair and purple eyes. She blushed green when asked "I took after Mom, my little siblings took after dad."
The others are "Huntress" who has light purple skin unlike the Phantoms and has a green set of armour apparently under her skin, "Nightshade" with pale green skin and bright purple hair and eyes, that touches the earth in almost awe and is immediately wrapped in plants "Some of them feel almost like home." And "Dullman" who the others called "Tuck" and they wouldn't explain where the nickname came from who had what looked like hieroglyphics (but wrong somehow) in gold on his light purple skin.
When asked if Huntress and Dullman are related they both looked disgusted "Is it because we have the same color skin? Just because we're the same race doesn't mean we're related. We're actually in a haunt with Phantom both of us and Nightshade."
When questioned on what a haunt is they look startled. "Do you not have haunts here? What about frights? It must be so different if you're a loner species!"
"I believe that it's an error in translation. If you would be so kind as to explain." Batman was gentle they were in fact children. It was Specter who stepped forward
"So you have your 'lair' which is the place you belong to where you find your 'frights' and usually your 'haunts'."
"Sounds like a town or maybe home?"
"Your fright is the group of liminals you belong to, usually including your parents, guardians, adults, any same (with that she gestures to her siblings) chosen sames, and your closest liminals. All of us are part of the same fright though some of us belong to multiple."
"So similar to a family and friends but the concepts might be broader and more mixed."
"And finally your haunt," she smirked teasingly at her younger brother, "Are your chosen, the ones that are infinite, a choice and a constant demonstration. Many people only haunt with only one or two others my little ghost got three." Phantom is blushing green and the others of the 'haunt' are also flushed as they curl around each other. And the JL members notice what they hadn't before, that Nightshades plants reach out to the other three, that each of them except Dullman have what looks like kiss marks in gold on their knuckles, that each of them has a little hair pin with constellations they don't recognize, and the way they stand close together.
"I believe that a haunt is their way of saying a close relationship, likely romantic."
"Our parents haunted with our guardian Plasmius off and on, but our other guardians didn't haunt with them. That's not common, usually you raise your frightlings with your haunt and any additional members of your fright, but your fright is always flexible."
When asked about their fright their responses varied
"My grandmother and plant father" Nightshade "and these problems, plus Draconess Dora and the Phantoms parents."
"My parents and Phantoms parents, some of the tombs frightlings, and maybe Technus. Plus my darlings."
"My father, maybe Technus and Skulker, Plasmius, the Mad Phantoms and these dorks."
Phantom started listing off "Mom and Dad, and Plasi no matter how much I'd like to deny, Dorathea, Auntie Pan, Frostbite, Clock-pops, maybe Ember and Kitty and 13. Those are a pair, and of course my sames and my haunt."
"My list is different." Phantasma stated "I just turned 3 so mines a bit less. My dad Plasmius, my mom Mad, my papa Jackie. Plas always said that Jackie made everyone look at him, I never found out if that's because Plas found him attractive or the way he would bust down any wall in his way. I have my sames, though I'm a mirror born so I'm closer same with Phantom than Specter. Um Uncle Nightmares likes me too!" Phantom smacked himself and let out a word that needed no translation
"I forgot about Frighty. And Pariah. Is he fright?" Specter shrugged
"Technically. I mean you're set to inherited his throne so as his successor he made you fright."
Basically all of them info dumping in a way that makes them seem really alien. And confusing the entire league.
With the discovery of the Ghost Zone and the reveal of Phantom’s identity, Amity Parkers become regular dimension hoppers for the stupidest things.
The A-listers frequent new malls that haven’t sold out of limited edition items and follow new sports teams. Some adults will go shopping in grocery stores where the prices are cheaper. There are field trips scheduled to exotic and usually destroyed locations such as the Library of Alexandria or Atlantis. Everyone has their reasons to escape their own reality, and usually people follow the rules Danny and his Court has set.
It all comes to a head, however, when the Mansons drag Sam off to the DC universe after they landed themselves an invite to some prestigious Wayne Gala, and Danny is called in to retrieve them when one of the parents breaks the rules.
SO, after Danny is adopted by the Batfam and they accept his Halfa Status, he gives them all their own special Fenton Deflector Badges that will prevent them from being overshadowed and lets them touch ghosts even while intangible
Of course Vlad finds out that his little Badger got adopted by an entirely separate Billionaire and wants to get revenge.
So one day, while Bruce is walking down the street, Vlad tries to overshadow him. He is hoping that he will be able to destroy Bruce’s public reputation and then sell himself Wayne Enterprises, making himself the richest man in the world and making Danny run to him instead.
What actually happens in that Vlad collides face first with Bruce’s back and is knocked to the ground. Bruce turns around, recognizes Vlad, and starts beating the everloving crap out of him.
And across the street, some people are recording it. It looks like a Looney Toons Sequence, with Bruce and Vlad fighting with a bench concealing their view, Vlad and Bruce appearing above a bench, with Vlad holding bruce in a chokehold before Bruce kicks him in the *redacted* and they both fall out of view again, Vlad trying to crawl away before Bruce drags him back behind the bench, Bruce standing up just in view above the bench, and then proceeding to deliver an Elbow Drop. Basically every comedic fight element you can think of.
The Video gets posted to Youtube and goes Viral within the day.
Danny has a GIF of Vlad trying to crawl away and getting dragged back as his Screensaver. The GIF if him getting kicked in the *redacted* is his Background.
Danny is in Gotham and smacks a sticker on the batmobile, not knowing what car he just vandalized. Now he spends his free time at night trying to 'tag' batfamily with stickers. The Bats also make it a game to collect as many stickers as possible
Paulina Sanchez becomes the Wayne family's new PR manager. She works hand-in-hand with Alfred and Tim's secretary (maybe another Amity Parker?) to coordinate meetings with the press and keeps a lid on the family's more unique civilian adventures.
Everything is going well until she suddenly comes onto the comm system late at night, startling Nightwing so badly that he almost misses his next flip.
"Robin, don't forget to assist the civilian. They're recording the fight and will probably post it on their Instagram later."
"Batman, turn to the left a little bit. The street lamp is casting an ugly shadow; you need to seem more mysterious."
"Red Hood, don't forget to return the heads of the gang leaders in a canvas bag this time, not polyester. It'll add to the ambiance of the situation."
Little snippets like these filled their ears each and every night, despite all surveillance indicating that Miss Sanchez was home asleep in her bed. Was someone copying the manager's voice on purpose? Why couldn't they trace where the extra comm signal was coming from? Was Paulina Sanchez a spy sent to rattle their resolve? What was going on???
It was a lot more innocent than the paranoid-stricken Waynes thought. Paulina was simply doing her job according to Amity Park's logic.
Most people didn't have some weird lair in their basement, usually filled with world-ending secrets. But 9/10 Amity Parkers did, so it was a cinch to find the entrance to the Batcave on her first day. And when Paulina signed on as a manager, she didn't realize that the job did not extend to the family's nightlife. Nor did she realize that no one else knew who the Batfamily were since Amity Parkers could clock secret identities in an instant. (Thanks for that wish, Wes.)
So while the Waynes are freaking out about the breach in their system, Paulina is mentally patting herself on the back for being so good at her job. She even utilized her hard-earned sneaking-out and liminal skills to create a fake body double to confuse any aggressive intruders that crept into her apartment while she was gone. And honestly, the Bats have never had such a positive online reputation! Getting Tucker to encrypt her secondary social medias was the right call. Now she can post about her bosses without anything being traced back to her.
Paulina is a little peeved about her overtime pay not showing up on her paychecks, however. Maybe she'll bring that up to Mr. Wayne the next time she sees him.
This is a corpse Au!
Danny and Dani both have corpses that were buried in a forest that has a reputation for being haunted.
The JL Dark is called in because rumors of two young spirits dancing and playing as they protected a single well in the middle of the woods got too big to ignore, especially since they keep pranking people who get to close, so the JLD has to go to middle of nowhere Illinois and they're all vaguely upset about it.
Boston has been called because ghosts, Constantine because he deals with that shit and also to help communicate, and Zatanna because they don't know what's out there. They don't know if they need to put spirits to rest or just check up on them.
They come across Danny and Dani sitting together with Sam and Tuck, who are immediately clocked as a plant witch and some sort of mage. All of them can see Boston and are really happy to see another ghost that isn't attacking them.
"We've been sent to check in on you tykes. Can you tell us what's going on."
Dani giggles the sound childlike and eerie in equal measure.
"Me and Danny are protecting our grave. We like causing a little mischief now and then."
"And you others?"
"What's it to you." The Young plant witch huffed
"Cool it Sam. Me and Sam are Danny's best friends, we watched him die and we're not leaving him alone now." The boy who to Constantine smelled like Egyptian magic was telling the truth.
"Your grave?" It was Boston who asked. Danny, the only one yet to speak pointed to the well in the middle of the clearing where they sat.
"That's where our bodies are. Mine and my baby," He visibly collected himself. "And the others but my other darlings don't have ghosts."
They get permission for the well to be cleared from the ghosts and find quite a few skeletons, as well as animal bones, but the ones they match to the ghosts are a female teenager and a baby ("That's my body" Dani giggles, "I'm growing after death" it's almost a cackle.")
The JLD is left with what they think is a murder investigation, probably of a serial killer or someone obsessed with the ghosts when they were alive. When asked how She died all Dani would say was "Papa killed me, Daddy held me close"
The misunderstanding is furthered, and they are left with the idea that Danny is her biological mother/father and the other parent killed both him and her and quite a few others, the fact that the skeleton was a teenager makes them ever more sad and sick to their stomachs
Danny eventually takes the crown of the infinte realms. He lives his half life, goes to college has a family, and eventually fully dies. When he enters the zone he take the crown as he swore to do and learns that the crown come with a status of a deity (an ancient title that cements him in the halls of the ancients that taught him in his youth despite still being the zone’s equivalent of a child).
Danny adopts the title of Space. He commands it and rules over it, much like his mentor does with Time. Even if he is somehow usurped from the throne, his title will stay. (The next king would also receive the title of an ancient, as is standard with claim to the throne. If asked Pariah Dark was an Ancient of Power but it went to his head and drove him insane).
Danny takes the time to travel through space, aka the dimension that reside within the infinte realms. He ends up in the DC universe at some point and stays for a while mostly because it’s amusing and partially because he’d never run into a sentient city outside of the zone before (Looking at you Lady Gotham Au’s).
He finds one of the few mediators of the infinite realms and asks him about the dimension as a whole. Constantine freaks the fuck out the first time Danny approaches him because that is the king and also the god of space. Most people think john’s a crack job, but Danny knows an infinte realms liaison when he sees one, and after the initial shock, he and Constantine settle into a rather odd, if not incredibly entertaining dynamic.
Danny is coming back to earth after exploring the galaxy because this dimension has aliens and space travel and other planets, when he accidentally floats into the watch tower. The rest of the league freaks out because this is an unknown, but Constantine just lets out the longest groan ever because.
“Fucking Chronus has been looking for you, ya little shit, and he’s been bothering me about it because this dimension is massive and you don’t stay still.”
And Danny barks out a laugh because he remembers when John only called him “your majesty.” look how far he’s come now. Danny waves the concern aside though and goes and sits cross cross on the table in front of John.
“First of all, don’t call him Chronus, he hates it. Second, I think Clockwork approves our friendship because he is my mentor and could find me no matter where I go across time or space, so there was no reason to go through you to find me.Third, I think you have something for me,” Danny hold out his hand as John fishes a small glowing scroll out of his pocket and hands it over.
Danny reads over it, ignoring all the other heroes who were still on high alert but also incredibly confused.
“Damn, Clockwork really had you deliver my work schedule for the next cycle. You’re like a royal delivery boy.” Danny looked up from the scroll with the biggest shit eating grin. “Ya know John, when you die—“
“Nope! I don’t want any of the shitty titles you might deign to give me upon my eventual demise! Let me live my after life in peace, ya little shit.”
“Fine, I’ll give you a couple hundred cycles of rest, but you’re too smart and far too enjoyable of company to ignore forever.”
“I don’t want anything from you!” And Danny pull back in mock offense, hand clutching his imaginary pearls.
“You would deny the high king of the infinite realms?” John is scowling but there’s amusement in his eyes, and Danny take in a long unnecessary  breathe to go into his usual triade of imaginary offense at the disrespect being shown to him, but he is cut off by any other magic user suddenly launching a spell at him.
The thing is, John Constantine is one of few true Liaisons of the infinte realms within the DC dimension. He’s liminal at best and pulls his power from the zone. He has a few ghosts that keep him updated on gossip and shit, but any massive shifts in the zone, he knows about on an instinctual level. When Danny was finally crowned, he felt it. He could hear the zone singing in joy. He knew this was a good thing even if he had no idea what kind of king Danny would turn into.
When Danny first approached him, John instantly knew Danny was the High King and powerful despite the fact that he looked like human college student. So John was careful, because while he belonged to the DC dimension, part of him also belongs to the zone, and when he dies, the zone will come to claim all of him. So eventually this overly curious slightly terrifying young adult would be Johns King and he has a health does of respect and self preservation when talking to the kid.
And then they became friends and all that went out the window.
Any other magic user knows of the Infinte realm. In their mind it’s a separate dimension, singular in nature as opposed to all encompassing. They know ghosts are powerful beings, and they know the king is even more so. They also know the king went mad with power, but they don’t know that Danny defeated him and that he is a new King. Other magic users heard Danny mention he was the high king and immediately think pariah dark is sitting in front of them, so they attack.
This causes the rest of the league to attack as well, which only results in Danny throwing an ectodome over himself and John. His light mood immediately vanishes and he glances at Constantine in confusion.
“Are they always trigger happy like this?”
“They’re a paranoid lot is what they are. I’d bet my soul they think you’re pariah dark.” Danny gives him a dead panned look.
“John, your mortal soul has been split so many times it is worth very little.” The man just shrugged in response. It wasn’t his fault other non zone entities were dumb.
Which a long sigh, Danny pulls his power forward and immediately binds everyone, stopping all attacks. his crown materialized above his head as did his cloak around his shoulders and all the less than human features he’d been hiding under a glamor. He lowered the dome and allowed his power filled the room, heavy and oppressive as well as intimidating Danny took the time to study each individual in the room, reading their souls to take in as much information as he could. John was right, these people are paranoid.
“You’re lucky I find you people amusing,” he finally announced, ”and that my knight isn’t at my side. He’d have run you all through at the first sign of violence. You’re more so lucky I’m not Pariah Dark. He’d have run you through himself just for fun.” That declaration seemed to startle the other magic users in the room, which earned a snort from Constantine. A silent “told you so,” was practically radiating from his aura.
“As it is, you did attack the High King of the infinite realms, blessed by the spirit of the zone herself and Ancient of Space. If I wanted to I could bring war to your dimension. I could eradicate you with barely even a fraction of the forces under my command. As it is, however, this is the most interesting dimension I’ve explored, so eradicating it would be a waste.” And Danny smirked as he watched half the league pale, clearly picking up on his wording. Danny was high king of the infinite realms. Every dimension was under his command and influence. If he wanted to, he could simply wave his hand and this entire reality would cease to exist.
Not that we would do that. It’s a waste and no one here is much of a threat to him anyway.
“John,” Danny turned to his friend. “What should I demand of them in order for them to gain my forgiveness.” John was a little too relaxed and was clearly enjoying this. Danny wasn’t surprised by this though. John, again, pulled from a power that other magic users couldn’t truly access or comprehend. To them Johns magic was unorthodox and they gave the mystic flack for it. Danny had listened to the man complain about it plenty, so the question was really aimed towards John. What did he want from them, because frankly, Danny was just fucking around with them.
“There are a couple of infinte realm artifacts they keep locked away in their store rooms you might be interested in, and..” he paused, “strawberry cheesecake from that specific bakery in Paris I told you about.”
Danny snorted. This man and his cheesecake. Whenever Danny visited he brought some because, and he quotes. “It is the only thing that keeps me sane when dealing with all the idiots I have to deal with.” Danny was interested in those artifacts though. It wasn’t unheard of for things to fall through natural portals, and if it had been anything truly dangerous, Clockwork would have already send Danny to retrieve it.
“Alright sure, that sounds ideal. Artifacts and cheese cake.” Danny waved his hands and released the hero’s. “Bring me these artifacts and the strawberry cheese cake from the bakery John likes and I’ll forgive this slight.”
There was a rush of movement after that. A group dragged John away to ask about the Bakery and also got him to point out the specific artifacts they needed to find, which left Danny alone in a room with Batman, Superman, and Wonder Woman.
“So!” He began, banishing all of his royal garments so he was back to looking almost human. “ I have about,” he glanced back at his scroll and frowned.” I’d say about another earth day before I have to return to the Realm and handle some things. Figured I’d answer any questions you might have so long as you answer mine.” He saw the slight glint of challenge in Batman’s eyes and knew that this was going to be a fun conversation.
Based off THIS
Danny, having gotten really into circus and clown history, culture, and craft, has decided to mess with the Joker. Not just because he’s a villain, but because he’s a shitty clown. And Danny is willing to out clown him to prove his point.
The Clown Car incident
No one knew what to expect when a small car drove up to the Joker in the middle of his dramatic villainous speech. By the look on the Joker’s face, he didn’t know what to expect either.
The mysterious clown had been harassing him for a few weeks now. A foiled heist here, a botched plan there. So it wasn’t entirely unexpected for the clown to climb out of the car. What was unexpected was when another clown came out of the car talking to goofing with the first. Then another, and another. Soon a flood of clowns came pouring out, all in different costumes and slightly different shapes but with the same makeup. Some even had “construction” equipment, large rubber mallets, a wooden board carried between two, a bucket of whitewash. One after the other they came, until the Joker was lost amongst a sea of clowns, shouting and fuming, trying to be heard over the honking and shenanigans.
Joker was pissed, but kept getting caught up in the various bits the clowns engaged in. He got wacked with the board, and managed to get flipped over it, the bucket of whitewash landed on his head. He kept getting tripped and moved about as if he was simply a part of the act.
In the crowd, Tim Drake recorded the whole thing. A few minutes after it had started, the clowns had packed up and left in their tiny car with a disoriented and confused Joker facing Batman.
Tim sent the video to Dick and Jason, and the mystery clown gained two new fans that day
or
Danny used intangibility and duplication to pull of the clown car solo after spending two weeks making enough unique costumes for each duplicate.
Here's another WIP Wednesday! Hope you enjoy.
Story Summary: Danny was invited to dinner at Wayne Manor to meet Jazz's boyfriend and his family for the first time. He worked hard to make sure no ghost business would interrupt the evening. But when he arrived, all he could focus on was the ghost of the dead Robin that seemed to haunt Jason. Looks like he was breaking his promise.
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Alfred let out a put-upon sigh. “You, and you alone”—he gave a look to everyone at the table—“may ask Mr. Danny a single question. All other questions must wait until Mr. Danny has finished his dessert and informs you he is willing to answer more of them.”
“What the fuck does Jazz mean when she says ‘spoilers’?”
Danny sighed and leaned his chair back as he looked up to the ceiling. “Yeah, okay. That’s fair. You deserve an answer to that, dead boyfriend number two.”
“Stop calling me that!”
It's Wednesday, you know what that means! After spending so much time writing for Carry Your Heart this week, I wasn't sure if I'd be able to get a long enough segment of this completed to share. Especially since I had a busy weekend. But here we are with 1.3k more words!
Time for the explanations to start.
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Danny slapped his hand over his face. “Jazz!” he hissed. He looked over, hoping Robin could help him. Only to realize he had rushed over to Alfred to give him a hug. “Great,” he muttered. “Everything is fine!” Danny tried to assure the room as he let his transformation flow over him.
The shouted questions just got louder and Jazz shifted to more completely block Danny from view.
“Jazz!” Danny tried again. “Lower your weapon! They’re safe!”
“Mom and Dad were supposed to be safe, too!”
This is probably the segment you've all been waiting for. Hope it holds up to expectations! 1.1k words.
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Before Danny could ask any questions about what the big deal was, Dick nudged him. “Which do you want—curry or beef?”
“Can I try both?”
“Alfred loves to see people enjoy his food. Eat as much as you can, then take a few more bites.” Dick handed him one platter followed by another. Robin watched on as Danny scooped some of each onto his plate.
When the ghost pointed to the potatoes and patted his stomach, Danny made sure to grab a large scoop and took a bite of that first. It was heavenly.
Although it did not look it at first glance, the Far Frozen was a bastion of the sciences, both soft and hard. They had their traditions and their superstitions, yes, and their ancient charge to guard the Infi-Map, but they were people of reason. A curious people, always pushing at the borders of what was known and what was not, which was why they were among the first to notice.
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One day, the numbers on a machine intended to determine the age of the Infinite Realms fell into place just so.
The Infinite Realms, said the machine, were one minute old. Twenty years old. Sixty-two years old. One hundred and one years old. Three hundred and twelve years old. Six hundred and thirty years old. Nineteen hundred and forty years old.
This, clearly, could not be.
Once again my brain gives me ideas I will never bring to light
Long post im sorry
The usual Dc x Dp setup, Danny in Gotham, running from the GiW after getting outed, has the vivisection scars a la the Fandom is Concerning, all that jazz. Ghost King for spice.
Something dumb and entirely contrived happens. (ie: the entire bat family gets caught by a villian and the Bad Guy has a livestream telling Bats to come get his kids or smth.)
Batman cannot come get his kids, bc he is currently bleeding out in Danny’s current place of residence- a rundown apartment he’s squatting in. Danny has the big bad bat pretty much fixed up, using his ice to seal the worst wounds, but the situation is dire and B isn’t waking up. His Protection obsession is tailing at him to help, because no one else is, because no one else CAN. But, Livestream. If the GiW see his face, then he’ll have to run again, and he’s only just lost them.
If only he had a mask… somewhere nearby…
I mean. The villain wants batman.
Danny will give them batman.
He phases the cowl off of B’s head, and DOESN’T look at his face. (Makes B’s head invisible? Probably) Bro code. He puts it on himself, and goes to save the batfamily.
He follows B’s shtick, staying in the shadows, using invisibility, making loud noises, dropping henchmen like flies, and generally just haunting the incredibly confused villain. Usually there's a bit more face punchy! Ah, wait, the ropes tying the Bats got cut. There’s the face punchy. Still, everyone, villain or bat is confused, and finally someone angrily shouts “who’s there?”
Danny cannot miss this chance to be a little shit. He drops down with a lead pipe, smacks the villain, and in all his five foot rail thin glory growls “I’m Batman.”
After battle, danny is just kind of staring at the batclan. The batclan is staring back. Finally nightwing goes:
“I know you aren’t batman.”
Danny in a horrible impression of batmans growl, says: “I’ve been magically shrunken into my twink era, Nightwing.”
The kids start cackling.
“Tell us something only batman would know.” Red Robin challenges.
“I have a secret love of rubber duckies. I have a collection that has amassed into the millions. After hard days if patrol, i like to slip into the underwater pools at the base of the cave, sip type O blood from a martini glass, and watch my favorites float about the pool.”
Spoiler keeps laughing.
“It really is him!”
“No it is not!” Robin points a sword at him. “Where is Batman!”
“Hey, relax, i’m just joking.” Danny holds his hands up.
“Batman is, like, very knocked out in my apartment. You should probably come get him. I got the bullets out, and bandaged him up, but he hasn’t woken up yet.”
“…and you decided to steal his costume. And come fight goons.”
“Hey, dress for the job you want, i guess. Now come on, i want my bed back.”
The batclan collects batman. Danny points to the room, gives them the mask, unfreezes his ice before they enter. He doesn’t need them knowing he’s meta.
As they’re leaving, nightwing pauses by danny.
“About what you might have seen… his face…”
“Face? What face? As far as i know theres no face under there. Slenderman. Or, you know. Buffman. Batman has no face. Hes just a sentient cape. A ghost that serves the Lady Gotham. I didn’t see shit. As a matter of fact, i’m legally blind, officer.”
“You had great aim with that batarang.”
“Face blindness is real and its an issue.” Danny tells them seriously. “Listen, i really didn’t see anything. I have no idea who he is, and who’s gonna believe some random kid even if i wanted to say anything? I know Bro code.”
“We’ll keep an eye on you.”
“Oh, lovely, stalking. See you around, guys!”
Danny disappears before they can take him in to question him. They take B back to the cave for healing. When he wakes up, they tell him what happened.
“He saw my face?”
“He says he didn’t, but he took the mask off and used it, and also bandaged your chest. I’d say he knows who you are. He’ll probably keep quiet about it though.”
“And you said he saved you all. From the joker.”
“With a lead pipe and some impressive sneakiness.”
“…and, his home situation?”
“Father. Do not.”
“New brother?” Cass signs
“He seems skilled. And reckless. He might need help.”
“I didn’t see evidence of anyone with him. He couldn’t have been older than fifteen. And the apartment was… well. A bit of a hovel.”
“Hmm. Alright.”
B shows up at Danny's apartment as Bruce Fucking Wayne a few weeks later. Someone tries to mug him because he’s Bruce fucking wayne. Danny chucks his garbage at him and kidnaps bruce before the mugger can recover.
Danny, who actually DIDN’T see bruce’s face, and has no idea who he is, is very confused. Especially when bruce offers a place to stay.
“I repay my debts, Danny. If someone helps me, i help them in return. Many of my children came from difficult situations like yours. I’m worried about you.”
“…whats the catch?”
“I just want to see you safe. Though, keeping a few… family secrets… is obvious enough.”
Ah, Danny thinks, he’s a pedophile.
He should have guessed, actually. Rich people are always fucking creeps, see Vlad Masters. Bruce Wayne takes in orphans, and he’s clearly got a type- black hair, blue eyes, physically lean and conventionally attractive, tragic past so he can get off on a savior complex. Gets a new one every time the previous “ages out.” Though, Damian is meant to be a blood son… so maybe Danny is Tim Drake’s replacement. He does fit Bruce’s type to a T.
“No, thanks, I’m good.” Danny says, shaking his head. “I don’t need any help. Thanks for offering though.”
“Are you sure?”
“Pretty sure. Now, come on, lets get you back to your proper habitat before i het blamed for kidnapping.”
Bruce laughs, but lets danny lead him back to a more respectable part of town. He left money in the house anyways.
Danny thinks Bruce is trying to sugar baby him.
Bruce keeps trying. Once he finds out Danny is trans (Danny told him bc Bruce’s previous type seemed to be boys) he mentions how testosterone and surgery can be expensive. (Damn. Guess he really doesn’t care about the equipment. Doesn’t his daughter have black hair too?)
Bruce brings food as thank you, invites him back to the manor to meet his sons and try Alfreds food. Danny says no. Bruce brings the kids to him. Danny cannot escape them.
Damian is upset bc he is a jealous little brat. Danny thinks he's warning him away from wayne manor.
Danny, frustrated with old rich creeps as a whole, abandons the apartment.
The batclan panics, trying to find him.
Meanwhile, Danny has met Red Hood.
“Hi, have you or a loved one come into contact with a glowing green substance that makes you have violent mood swings and an obsession or attraction to death? Because you may be entitled to financial compensation.”
Red Hood is just staring at him.
“This is a hypothetical question by the way I can smell it on you. Are you okay?”
“I… no. You know about the lazarus pits?”
“I don’t know what a lazarus pit is. Is it ectoplasm?”
“Ectoplasm?”
“Glowing green goo.”
“…lazarus waters.”
“Tomato tomahto. Want help?”
“…yes?”
Danny and Jason have a “so your body went through changes” talk about the perks and drawbacks of having a lot of ectoplasm in your blood. Pros, you might be entitled to some neat powers! Cons, theres a government agency out for your inhuman blood.
Danny helps with the pit rage, somehow. Personally I’m a fan of Jason getting blob ghosts as cleaner fish/service animals/external emotion livers. Bc Jason is a disabled ghosty.
“You’re like a starved, half-formed baby ghost.” Danny informs him.
“Are you my mommy?”
“I am a man, thank you.” Danny sniffs. “Your mommy is this lazarus pit and she aint paying child support.”
After a bit Bruce finds danny, is very worried, thought he was kidnapped. “Gotham is a dangerous place.”
“I’m fine on my own. I’m tougher than i look.” Danny says, crossing his arms. “You’re the one i keep saving.”
Bruce laughs. Danny doesnt.
“You are aware that this is stalking, right?”
More identity shenannigans and Ghostly Bonding. Jason and Danny are either shippy or have this weird two-sided “parent the baby” thing going on. Both are really protective of the other. Does Jason know Danny is the kid B is trying to adopt? Maybe. If he does not telling anyone. Its too funny.
The GiW show up in gotham, Danny gets hurt but manages to get away. He loses his phone and needs a way to contact Red Hood. He’s not near his territory, but he remembers that he sometimes works with the bats. So danny hunts down Robin and calls him for help.
“ROBIN!” Danny shouts, desperate now. The GIW had mentioned a second powerful ectosignature. Hood. “Robin, i need your help!”
Robin drops down, business mode. “You are bleeding. What is the issue?”
“You have a way to contact red hood, right?”
“I am perfectly capable of protecting you from-“
“My issue is people are hunting him.” Danny interrupts. “And i do not care that he is a scary anti-hero vigilante, these people have something on him and he needs to disappear. He’ll know who i’m talking about.”
Robin frowns, but taps at his ear. “Oracle. Tell hood that our knock off batman seems to think hes being hunted by something dangerous.”
There’s a chatter from the comm, which danny probably shouldn’t be able to hear.
Red Hood’s voice asks: “Are they hunting him?”
“He is bleeding. It appears heavy.”
“I’m headed your way-“
“The hell you are.” Danny growls. Robin looks surprised- yeah, Danny shouldn’t be able to hear the comms. What follows is an argument through a confused and annoyed Robin’s communications, in full hearing of the entire batclan. RH wasn’t there when they met danny, so they have no idea how these two know each other.
Anyways, Danny ends up in the bat cave after a GiW shootout, varying injuries, no ones really sure whats going on, and in the midst of all the chaos Bruce takes off his cowl.
Bc like. Everyone here knows who he is!
Except Danny doesn’t know who he is. He’s only just seeing that the guy he’s been trying to avoid for months- is Batman.
And suddenly everything about the past couple of months makes SO MUCH MORE SENSE.
“Wait you’re BATMAN? I thought you were a pedo with a savior complex!”
The batcave explodes. Everyone is in various states of yelling, confusion, and embarrassment. Jason is crying tears of laughter, both at Bruce’s misery and the full story of how the fam met Danny. Somewhere along the way, the GiW gets dealt with.
Eventually.
Danny makes a hand drawn and animated YouTube series that accidentally gets seen as some kind of arg. He had to redraw a few frames due to his dad accidentally messing something up. Tim is going nuts trying to solve the mystery of a show about a group of animals.
When you said hand drawn my mind went to traditional art, and I don’t know if that’s what you meant but I’m rolling with that in honor of this Dannymay day.
Once Danny finds out that people thinks it’s an ARG, he doubles down into that, including splotches of ectoplasm into a few frames, drawing ghosts of characters into others, making up so much lore on the spot. He even has the word “Amity” scattered about, in reference to Amity Park.
Tim has been spending his free time trying to solve this because it has gripped him by the throat and he needed to solve it. He eventually gets the other Batfam on board with him.
We like to use Danny to lore drop ghost stuff, but I want to direct your attention to something about our dear boy
Danny is dumb-of-ass
In the show, on a good day he doesn’t really know what’s going on. On a good day he’s “let’s make problems on purpose” and the rest of the time it’s more “make problems accidentally”
Let Danny have no clue what’s going on. Let Danny look at something ghostly, shrug, then poke it with a stick. Let him accidentally make things worse by just rushing into things
I’m not saying make him an idiot, but let him act without thinking or knowledge of the situation. Let him do things that make sense to him but in retrospect is a terrible idea
Let him get in his own way, especially if you want to make him OP
There’s narrative use to it and it can make for some funny situations. Let him try and stop a ritual only to make something come through uncontrolled because he ruined the bind and not the summoning. Let him have to fist fight a tencled monstrosity why Constantine is trying desperately to banish C’thuluh’s baby cousin. Let Batman give him the disappointed dad stare because he just rushed in
Let Danny do the less than optimal option, and let him act dumb and confused in certain situations. I’m not saying he’s an idiot but he doesn’t make good choices