Haunted house attraction but it’s just supernatural roommates giving tours to their crib (dpxdc)

Year round haunted attraction! For your most authentic spooky experience.

It’s sort of a “hide in plain sight and profit” kinda gig. Danny is the ticket master in human form and one of the “actors” in ghost form. They all live there and work there.

Life goes on, just the usual roommate squabbles or work disagreements cropping up from time to time: —“No, we are not doing a mad scientist theme this month, that’s triggering to Danny!” “Guys, I said I’m ok!”—But they get through it because they have to. There’s nowhere else to go really. It’s fine.

Until a group of teen heroes book a round through the haunted mansion. Is it coincidence? Or an investigation? Did they suspect something already? Or does the tour itself give them away?

Maybe Danny offered a roommate spot to Jason: “Listen, we got a room opened up if you need a place. It’d be nice to have another human-passing being around. Ticket booth duty is boring.”

Tim whom is still banned from caffeine went into looking into other ways to get caffeine.

He went into anonymous source from someone name KingTuck4ever who talk about a energy drink that kept him up for weeks during a critical time of his life and Tim was at this point of desperate to spend any time of money he got.

Later that night, he received 6 very large Dark green boxes with a DP logo on it filled with Lightening Green tall soda cans with the name Ecto-Spark!, ingredients tags on the back, made with organic vegan products, DO NOT NEAR MEAT RELATED PRODUCTS, guaranteed to keep you caffeine deprived souls awake and alive enough to enjoy a night afterlife party! Or your money back.

Tim at the point didn't read the back as he pop open the top, smelling a strong scent of caffeine, carbonated bubble and a taste of lemon lime mixed with a tang flavor that had his mouth drowning nearly in drool.

He took only one experimental sip, before his eyes widen instantly and immediately began chugging the soda can for all the liquid caffeine it had inside. This was 1000 times better then Death Coffee Cup from his favorite Cafe that he was still banned from.

It felt like his whole body got electrified with energy and feel like he can run a whole 4 week marathon without breaking a sweat. This drink was like tasting nirvana after a week of being in a Gobi desert for his fucking soul.

.....

.....

.....

Bruce can never know about this. He can't tell anyone about this drink. Not Damian, Not dick, not step, maybe Jason, but Cass can kept a secret since she knew body language. He might possibly go rogue and kill Bruce himself if Bruce tried to take this from him.

Meanwhile Tucker was amazed of the total amount of money he received from the anonymous Caffine obsessed ghost. Usually he ended up receiving old relics, Egyptian related artifacts, gold coins, etc but this is a first he got actually modern day money.

Poor dude must've been recently form a core to spend that much money. Good thing he had send extra since he know how crazy those caffine-obsessed ghosts can be over the new drink he made specifically for himself, Sam and Danny but it's nice to have extra cash for new tech making. Especially since Danny became high king of the ghost zone when he became 20 year old, and the amount of paper works that had been left for dust collecting could filled a planet to the very brim.

Took him, Sam, Danny, Ghost writer and Techno 5 months to fully turn at least 26% of sacrifical gifts from ritual, contracts, conquests, complains from territorial ghosts about humans taking their land/house/property/or about their murder, help hundreds of ghosts stuck in their personal hell of a limbo of their own death, guy name Constantine whom was rapidly becoming a pain in Tucker's ass especially when he got one contract form his former previous life about this guy.

This is how Tim becomes a halfa. He just chugs these drinks to the point where his tiny, unstable proto-core gets enough not-awful energy that it can actually turn into a working core. Imagine finding out that you literally drank enough of your favorite energy drink that you’re simultaneously dead and alive.

Yes, but what about Jason...

After Tim starts having them Jason's just gonna start getting vibes from Tim, like spider man's spider sense, like he's picking up something, recognizing something, and he has no clue what it is

Also, he may find Tim really good smelling, or like, he may like being around him more cause he's unconsciously absorbing the ecto eradiating off Tim, as soon as Tim cracks open a can Jason will be there, that thing smells heavenly and he cannot keep this from him, so Tim shows him what he's got and they have some together and jason immediately feels considerably better, kinda, his baby core is so malnourished that actual clean ecto kinda shocks his system, he's awake but he's getting stomach pain and this odd painful stretching feeling in something in him(growing pains from his oversaturated core), his pit madness is incredibly dampened from lack of hunger from his core, it's more the opposite, he feels really physically spent, his core isn't fully developed yet and needs to fortify before he can take in any more ecto, so he's not killing anyone, maybe a few dangerous individuals but he isn't drawn to it, he's even a little averse to it.

And from this Jason was partially benched, doing less hours until he felt better, in this time Tim and Jason become super close, since they're both still infant ghosts they're drawn to groups of other safe ghosts, so they just have this inexplicable urge to hang out, and they have a great time together.

And the longer they hang out the more rough they get with each other, from their ghost instinct to brawl, and Tim and Damian get close to since Tim has a brawling sense now too, the batfam just think Jason has just rubbed off on Tim, Tim also becomes ravenously obsessed with his cases and information gathering, even more than normal, but instead of looking crashed out he looks healthy, what with tim and jason having strange health improvements the batfam stage an interrogation to investigate the source and see if it's anything to worry about

Tim most definitely has a detectives obsession, so the more he sleuthes the more energy he has, but the growing of his ghost core and neglect of his living body probably is leading to ecto-dependancy in his human side, cause the 2 parts balance each other out, with low ecto the body supplements with less maluable human energy, and with low food/sleep for the human half his human cells get given very stretchy, very stick-to-each-other-to-form-a-ghost ecto energy, with a substantial lack of proteins or vitamins to create more human cells.

Of course the amount he's working isn't completely stopping him from eating, the bats make sure of it, but very energetic Tim is a lot more resistant to interrupt his detective process, causing Tim to eat at his desk or bat computer, and of course his family make him take some breaks, but when the joker and 2 face break out of jail, while someone appears to be kidnapping kids to spark their meta genes, leaving charred up corpses all around Gotham, Tim goes into overdrive, everyone is so stressed that they don't realize Tim isn't sleeping or eating. After dick takes down joker and Jason takes down 2 face and the mystery rapid kidnapper(probably) is raided and hospitalized, Tim finally has a second to take his foot off the gas, he's been full of energy, and has loved sleuthing, but it was intense enough to feel cannibalizing, so he decides to go back to normal patrols. Around Gotham theater, then Gotham hospital, then the upper classes hire out ballrooms. There's nothing much to really see, everything in order after the bust and everyone going back to jail. When he swivels round to go back his foot momentarily loses all resistance on the floor, like he was slipping on marbles, and he fell, forearm going up against the floor so he didn't hit his head. A painful graze going up his forearm, a familiar discomfort tho, so he went back to the mansion, he really worked himself to the bone if he can just slip on nothing, he shouldn't be outside.

When he returns to base and changes into a comfortable T-shirt, he notices the graze has drawn pricks of blood, scabbed and still scanning in some places, he goes to touch some of the graze, pulls his arm back, and the blood strings from his fingertips, like spiderweb almost. Tim's eyes go wide, rubbing his fingers together only assured Tim of how inhuman his blood had become, with the threads of blood sticking his fingers together like double sided tape or dried gorilla glue. And in the midst of his horror he noticed, nothing on his arm was scabbed, the blood was just stationary, beeds of pure blood not dry, just, stationary. He needs a doctor, but if his hypothesis is correct, those drinks have probably done it, [and if they check my blood they'll check my spending habits for caffeine, and with oracle on my back I'll get found out, and I'd be deprived of that drink forever, and I CAN'T GO BACK].

Tim after this bandages up his arm and decides to rest, to steal himself before he looks for a clinic that he can be sure won't spill on his situation.

@tourmelion you can sooo adopt this story as long as you leave credit of prompt link, it seem you got it fleshed out pretty well that I want to read more of it so badly in ao3

Okay, okay, okay, hear me out.

Au where Dannys family is a legit crime family/family of evil mad scientists. Like, full career criminals. Instead of hazmat suits they're decked out in high tech armor and masks and have codenames. They move around pretty often to throw the police off thier trail.

The lab accident that makes Phantom still happens despite his parents not being obsessed with ghosts/being only partially obsessed. They were trying to build a portal to the ghost zone as a way to expand their list of potential targets/a way to escape if the cops get too close to catching them/ expand thier criminal empire if you're going for a more hard-core fic (like a mafia au or something idk)

Phantom is a superhero who follows them from city to city and stops the families more serious crimes where people actually get hurt. Danny of course never tells them that he- thier brilliant evil mastermind son- moonlights as a superhero

One day Danny, in the middle of a heist with his family, is startled by the appearance of a thin glowing red string on his finger. Fascinated, Danny pesters his parents for weeks until he eventually states "I'm going no matter what you do or say, so you can either help me or get out of my way".

They reluctantly agree to let him 'Go on a journey' to find his possible soulmate/whoever is on the other end of the line and give him all sorts of gear and give him a teary goodbye

Meanwhile, the teen hero in the dc universe that literally got wacked with an unknown magical object is upset that they've been benched from active duty until the string disappears as its a threat to thier secret identity.

Then this other kid shows up and just...hangs out with them? And the string leads to them?? How did you get in here my dude???

Muscle Memory (DpxDc)

Jason barely remembered getting back to his safe house or even finding his way to bed. The night had been so tiring, so busy, and so many parts of his body hurt.

The moment his head hit the pillow, he was out like a light. Drifting off into dreamland for some much need sleep.

That was until a noise stirred him up from his sleep. It was a soft creak of one of his many loose floorboards.

The sputter of a coffee pot let Danny know he'd failed in his plan to slip out of the apartment before its owner woke.

He kept his eyes closed as the rest of his body woke up. He was sore, and a shift on the couch let him know it'd take longer to heal from the newest GIW weaponry. The sharpnel cuts on his cheeks felt healed though, and in his pocket he could feel the three marble-sized ghost cores humming softly.

He'd gotten out of the GIW facility. He'd rescued some of their other captives. And the dark apartment he'd broken into had been surprisingly well stocked in terms of medical supplies and even more surprisingly unempty.

He should have known it wasn't though; he felt the liminality of the guy, whose muttering Danny barely heard over the click click click of a stove turning, from across the room. He must have been pretty out of it last night.

Danny opened his eyes. The front door was feet away. If the guy was distracted with breakfast, Danny could slip out. Open the door, or waste a bit of ecto to sleep through the floor. Except from his position he saw the bloody towels on the bathroom floor.

It'd be polite to clean up his mess. It'd be smart to burn any traces of his DNA.

With a groan, Danny pushed himself up. Yup, that blast to his side was a motherfucker. It'd partially healed, but he was not looking forward to wandering around Gotham looking for a way out of the city.

"Don't move," the guy called out.

Danny got more comfortable on the couch, slowly moving to lay against the arm rest. By the time he'd settled, the guy sat on the coffee table, holding a fried egg on toast and a mug of coffee.

Danny eyed them, ravished.

"You want these, you gotta give me a name," the guy said. "I thought you were one of my brothers last night, but you're obviously not."

"Your brothers get in a lot of fights?"

"Whole family does."

Danny nodded. The Fentron weren't much different, if you considered ghost hunting ghost fighting.

"Danny," he offered.

He got the coffee, but the man withheld the egg. "Got a last name?"

"... Nightingale."

The guy didn't believe him, but handed over breakfast. Danny ate the fried egg in three whole bites. When was the last time he had a meal?

"I'm Jason Todd," the apartment owner said, sipping his coffee. "If you tell me who shot you, I'll make you two more of those."

Danny clutched the coffee. He'd prefer more sugar, but if black coffee was what he got, that'd be what he drunk.

"You wouldn't believe me."

"This is Gotham. We have a lot of weird shit."

"I don't want to put you in danger."

"Again, this is Gotham. You never know when you'll be caught in a rogue attack."

Danny looked at him. Jason looked like a fighter. Not just his broad shoulders and defined arms, but the seriousness in his eyes. The sure tone of his voice.

The very well-stocked first aid kit, and the pretty high-quality care considering he'd been half asleep last night.

Danny slipped a hand to his pocket, to the ghost cores he'd rescued. He had more to save. He didn't think he could do it alone.

But he didn't want to put a liminal on the GIW's radar.

"I'll clean your bathroom instead."

Jason sighed, pushing himself to his feet. He reached toward Danny, who flinched, but the older man simply ruffled his hair.

"You're wincing, you're staying on that couch all day. And if you don't want to tell me, I won't press. Just like I'm not going to ignore a starving kid. Two eggs enough?"

Danny curled into his coffee mug. "Can I have sugar in my coffee too?"

"Sure thing, Danny."

Maddie on the Phone:" Danny... Can we talk?" Danny 20s:" Yes.. I am on my way home... What is it?" Maddie looked at the tiny (de-aged by Clockwork) Dani playing with Val. Maddie:" I just meet my granddaughter." Danny:"Oh... congratulation. You are a grandma!"

danny phantom x bat family?????

can someone explain to me why there are danny phantom crossovers in bat family fics on ao3?

I love danny phantom and I didn't know that this was happening somewhere in the fandom

not hating just genuinely curious abt what the appeal was here or what's the concept behind this XDD

Ghost Puberty

Danny already went through Puberty once, as a human.

But now that he's been a half ghost for thirteen years, he gets to experience

It includes;

So Danny, 27 and fresh on the Bludhaven Police Force, is caught by his new partner as he desperately grips onto his desk to stop himself from floating into the ceiling, legs loops around the leg of a chair already four inches off the ground.

He stares at his partner.

His partner stares back.

"...So anyways, I was thinking we could go over these new forms, they're in the department file labeled 'suggestion'," his partner, Dick Grayson, says, casually leaning on Danny's shoulders and forcing the chair onto the ground.

They stare at useless forms on the computer until Danny's able to control it, and afterwards Dick takes him out for milkshakes.

Dick thinks he's a new meta.

Danny's too embarrassed to admit it's just puberty.

@simplestoryteller

Danny looked at the youtube tutorial.

Danny looked back at the mirror in the station bathroom.

He...hadn't blended in the coverup well, but like...better than nothing?

To be entirely fair, though; there weren't any tutorials on how to cover up glowing freckles.

Danny frowned and leaned in closer to the mirror, only to startle and drop the brush he'd been using to blend when the door to the bathroom slammed open.

Internally swearing, Danny spun around to dart into the nearest stall. He'd chosen this particular bathroom due to it's lack of use! Who was using it?

"Oh, there you are, we need-woah! Fenton, what the-?"

Danny slammed the door shut behind him and locked it. Fantastic. It was Grayson; his partner had already seen him almost float into the ceiling, the last thing he needed was further embarrassment in front of the man.

Grayson's footsteps quietly made their way towards the sink, paused, and then made their way to Danny's stall.

"You know," Grayson started, faux-casual, "I was raised in a circus; we do each others makeup to save time there. If you need help..."

Danny felt his ears burn, but worse; he could see the grimy tile on the wall reflect back the green glow his freckles had gained.

Resigned, he unlocked the door and shuffled out, head down.

Grayson, for his part, did not look shocked at all. All the man did was hum, nod, and maneuver Danny into a better lit part of the bathroom. Danny bent down so that Grayson could actually have better access to his face.

"Better to wash it all off and start over; I'll teach you as we go along."

"Yes please," Danny sighed, too embarrassed to do anything but agree.

Per Clockwork, there was only four more years of this.

He could last that long.

Maybe.

~~~~~~

Danny was standing in line behind Grayson, idly checking his phone as Grayson ordered something delicious but unhealthy.

And then he felt it.

A sneeze.

He really, really did not want to know what would happen if he sneezed, while undergoing second puberty with supernatural powers, in a public space.

"I have to go immediately right now," Danny said in a rush, darting outside and into a nearby alley.

He only barely made it before an enormous sneeze wrenched itself from him, and with it-

-Gravity increased.

The dumpster nearby lost it's wheels as it slammed into the concrete, nearby lights were ripped from their fixtures, and the wall he'd leaned against creaked as it gained a few cracks.

Luckily the damage was all immediate vicinity, and it looked like it did not extend more than five feet from him.

Danny stared at the dumpster in a daze.

"...That's new," he muttered, voice high and slightly panicky.

"You couldn't do that before?"

Danny let out a small scream and turned-it was Grayson, staring at him in concern, holding two to-go bags.

"Please don't-I don't want to-" Danny could not articulate how much he did not desire to be forced into vigilante work again, but Grayson only nodded, keeping a clear distance.

"Okay, okay; you don't want to tell anyone. That's okay, it's your choice. Think you got it under control right now?"

Danny knew Grayson was using his voice for victims, but it was actively calming him down, so he didn't call him out on it.

Instead, he just nodded, sniffling a little.

Grayson walked into his range-gravitational manipulation, and what the hell was that even about-without an ounce of fear and handed Danny his own bag of dinner.

~~~~~~

"I guess they couldn't see what was right in front of them!" Grayson crowed, having successfully flashbanged his way out of a firefight.

Danny felt the corners of his mouth pull up, but he forced them back down.

Grayson noticed.

After the robbers were successfully booked, Grayson pulled him aside.

"Hey man, you okay?"

Danny focused very hard on not opening his mouth all the way.

"Ye, 'm fine."

"That didn't sound like a very fine answer, man. Did...something else pop up? Or should I say....go down?"

Danny couldn't stop the snort and short laugh, and immediately slapped a hand over his mouth.

Too late.

Grayson had seen it.

Those stupid fangs!

Instead of shying away, the man just nodded solemnly and fished a cloth face mask with the Robin insignia on it out of his desk drawer.

"Seriously, just tell me if you need help, man," Grayson-Dick-sighed, handing over the mask with a little smile.

Danny nodded, slipping the mask on as he started to seriously consider it.

~~~~~~

"Grayson-"

"One minute man, urgent minion meme response is required in the family chat-"

"Grayson-"

"-Almost done-"

"Dick!"

Dick dropped his phone and snapped his attention towards Danny.

Danny dug his claws into his desk to prevent himself from floating off any further.

Dick stood up as casually as he could and placed a hand on Danny's shoulder, forcing his feet to the ground.

Given how Dick's arm was shaking and the muscles strained, Danny knew it wasn't easy.

But the man played it off, taking out his phone and showing Danny the minions meme he was in the process of making.

By the time the perfect minion meme was completed, Danny had control again.

~~~~~~

"Oh, you know just asking for a frieeeeeeeeeee-hhhheyyyyy Danny! Wow you look super hung over right now you need sunglasses let me just-"

Danny stared at Dick, bewildered, as the other man reached up and shoved a pair of his own sunglasses onto Danny's face.

"Yeah I gotta go-I'll just ask later Uncle Clark, it's fine-no, do not come here, do not-he hung up." Dick pulled the phone away from his ear and stared down at it.

Danny reached up to take off the sunglasses, only for Dick to snatch his hand out of the air and start tugging him towards the vehicle bay.

"We're going on patrol, yes we are, nothing to see here," Dick laughed, a little too high pitched, as he forced Danny right back outside.

"Dick what the fu-"

"Dick! What a surprise to see you here!"

"Danny don't take off the sunglasses-hey Uncle Clark!"

Danny stood, confused and ever so slightly afraid, as a man as tall and as built as he was made his way over to him and Dick.

"Oh, you must be Dick's partner! He's told me so much about your adventures together!" The man reached forward for a handshake.

Danny, feeling a little slighted, decided to add a little more strength than necessary.

To his surprise, this Clark person did the same.

Danny tilted his head, narrowing his eyes a little at the man.

...

He squeezed harder.

So did the other man, who now had an amused smile on his face.

...Okay, so maybe Danny was having a little fun with it.

He squeezed even harder, but unfortunately for him; his body translated 'let's have a little fun' to 'let's enhance gravity'.

The sound of multiple car alarms going off as well as Dick's strangled hiss forced Danny to drop the man's hand entirely, which startled him into letting go of his increased gravity field.

"Dick I'm so sorry I-"

"-Need training. Badly." Clark cut in, eyebrow raised as he stared down Dick.

Dick glared at him.

"It's his choice, Clark."

"It really was an accident, sir, I-"

"-Don't even realize your eyes are glowing. What happens if you have heat vision, like Superman? What if it goes off?" Clark interrupted his stammering, disapproval radiating off of him.

Danny felt himself flush in mortification, his hand reaching up to make sure the sunglasses were securely on his face.

"Clark, seriously, it's his choice, stop trying to force him-"

"-I just need a place that's mostly empty and four days." Danny interrupted, somehow feeling rather small before Dick's Uncle.

Clark smiled at him.

"I happen to know just the place."

~~~~~~

Kansas.

Buttfuck nowhere Kansas.

Well, Danny had asked for somewhere that was empty.

Apparently Clark was a meta with super strength, and his parents owned a farm. It had been a small thing to ask for permission for Danny to camp in the most isolated part of it to get used to his new gravity powers.

Danny had not been anticipating Dick tagging along.

"Come on, it'll be fun!" Dick laughed, making sure that his tent was secure.

Danny wasn't too sure about that.

"Dick, maybe you should uh...not be around me. For this. I appreciate everything, don't get me wrong-"

"Danny," Dick interrupted, finally sounding serious, "You won't hurt me. You already showed control the first time it popped up; you narrowed the area of influence down to five feet. I just don't think you should be alone. Plus, we're friends! Of course I wanna be here!"

Danny startled, and realized that Dick was right.

The man wormed his way into being Danny's friend without Danny even realizing it.

"...Alright. But if I tell you to run, you run."

"Aye aye!"

~~~~~~

Three weeks later, Danny felt secure in his skin.

The campout had done him a world of good, and he had a pretty good grasp on his gravity powers.

If gravity manipulation was the only additional power, then he was pretty sure his whole 'ghost puberty' thing would be cakewalk.

He leaned back and stretched, yawning.

And got the hiccups.

And with the first hiccup, the report he'd just spent five goddamn hours on disappeared in front of him and Dick.

In it's place, there was a red rock.

"...Did you just send that report to Mars?" Dick hissed, leaning forward with a wild look in his eyes.

Danny held his breath, eyes wide.

Dick's eyes widened as well.

"Don't," Dick whispered, "Don't hiccup. Think of uh...a Tricycle, with two wheels! A bear with kangaroo legs!"

Danny hiccupped.

His pen disappeared, replaced by a shiny, golden lasso.

"Oh no," Dick whispered, horror on his face, "She's gonna kill me."

oh yeah @simplestoryteller

Dick's new partner was...weird.

The man was new to the force, and had a tendency to disappear with insane excuses. Honestly, had it been any other force than Bludhaven's, he would have been fired.

Dick assumed that he was an addict, like his previous partner had been.

Which...was not ideal. But Dick could hopefully convince Fenton to go to rehab and seek help.

That, however, was looking like it would be an impossibility.

A chase through a construction site would, apparently, be what ended him; one of the burglars had thrown a length of chain at Dick, and had actually gotten him in the legs.

Then, while he was down and Fenton was still finding his way around the site, the bad guy's buddy had found one of the cranes and decided to maneuver it so that it was dangling the steel beam it was carrying directly over Dick.

He was cursing his inability to act as he could as Nightwing while trapped in his Officer's uniform, and mentally apologizing to Fenton for not being able to help him, as the steel beam was released from the crane above his head.

Then his vision was filled with Fenton.

Fenton reached up, braced himself, and caught the steel beam.

The man barely made a sound beyond a pained wheeze.

Their eyes met; one pair surprised and one pair strained.

"Grayson," Fenton hissed, teeth clenched, and had the man always had fangs? "I'm not as strong as Superman, you have to move."

Dick snapped back to reality and reached down to untangle his leg, keeping an eye on how shaky Fenton was getting the longer he took.

Finally, he yanked his leg free and darted away.

The steel beam let out a loud, almost deafening clang as it slammed into the ground.

Fenton bent over, trembling hands on his knees, as he took slow, steady breaths.

Oh.

Oh!

That made so much more sense than what Dick had thought was happening!

~~~~~~

Now that Dick knew what he was looking for, it was easy to spot.

Fenton's freckles had a tendency to randomly glow. Sometimes he had claws, other times he had fangs, and when he was truly lost in thought, his eyes would grow a brilliant, Lazarus green.

Dick was highly concerned about the eye thing for multiple reasons.

The lack of control told him that Fenton was relatively new to his powers. What if the glowing eyes was a sign of laser vision?

Dick was deep in thought when he turned the corner and saw his partner sitting weirdly and clinging to his desk like it was the only thing in his life with any meaning.

Dick took a closer look.

Ah. The chair was roughly four inches off the ground.

Dick walked over and put his full weight on Fenton's shoulders, feeling his core burn as he fought with the new metas flight powers.

"Okay, so there's a few forms we need to go over. Click on the folder marked 'suggestions'."

It took roughly thirty minutes for Fenton to get his power under control again.

"...Thank you," the bigger man muttered, clearly embarrassed.

"Don't worry about it," Dick reassured him, thinking fondly back on helping Duke train, "It's no trouble at all."

~~~~~~

Dick was getting reprimanded again, for inadvertently uncovering four fellow officers in a way that could not be covered up.

The force had no choice but to let them go.

He tuned it out, per usual, and accepted the nasty desk work that no one wanted.

He could only hope that Fenton wouldn't be too upset about said desk work.

When he got to his desk, however, a small group of his coworkers were waiting for him.

Shit.

More than likely friends of the ones he'd just gotten fired.

And it was too late to turn around; they'd noticed him.

He walked forward, bracing himself, just as they turned towards him as one.

Then Fenton returned from his snack run; and the man towered above them all.

The officers that had been about to gang up on Dick froze.

Fenton stared them down, arms full of junk food and soda.

"I really hope," his partner said quietly, voice underlined with a faint growl Dick was absolutely certain the man did not realize was there, "That you guys aren't about to do something so stupid I have to get involved."

One of the soda cans he was holding exploded.

Fenton didn't flinch as it crumpled beneath his fist, the sugary drink dripping into the carpet.

The group left very, very quickly after that.

~~~~~~

"An untrained meta?" Batman's voice growled through the comm.

Dick sighed, already feeling the disapproval.

"He's fine, B. He's in Bludhaven, not Gotham, so I say he stays."

"That is...highly dangerous," Batman ventured, sounding pained.

"He just has a few accidents here and there, but he's mostly got it handled. There haven't been any injuries."

"Hn."

"I'm serious; he's really, really careful."

"Hm."

"The only really scary incident he had was with a dumpster, and he managed to isolate the influence of his gravity so not much else got damaged."

"I'm sorry," Red Robin cut in, sounding incredulous, "Did you just insinuate he can manipulate gravity?"

"...He's also very careful."

"He needs training," Robin tsked, disdain leaking through.

"I'm not going to force him to be a hero if he doesn't want to be one, guys."

"Superman says you can use him as C, and just say he's got super strength."

"Superman, stop listening in, it's rude," Nightwing chastised into the air.

There was silence on the comms.

"Superman says no," Batman reported, voice flat.

"Superman sounds like he doesn't want that potroast I was planning to make next week," Dick countered.

There was a pause.

Batman released a pained breath.

"Superman says he's sorr-just text him yourself."

Dick did.

~~~~~~

Dick had been looking for Fenton for nearly an hour, and had zoned in on the least used, most disgusting bathroom the Station had.

Opening the door, he finally found him.

"Oh, there you are, we need-woah! Fenton, what the-?"

He then got to witness his partner practically leap for the nearest stall.

Dick frowned, was quietly made his way over to the sink he'd been standing at.

It had various tubes of cheap makeup scattered everywhere, and a phone that was paused in the middle of a makeup tutorial.

Oof.

Fenton was having physical changes aside from the fangs and claws, then.

Well, luckily Dick knew all about stage makeup!

"You know," Dick said, sounding as casual as he could, "I was raised in a circus; we do each others makeup to save time there. If you need help..."

There was a pause, and then Fenton shuffled out of the stall, head down.

Oh. Oh, dear. His freckles were glowing.

Vividly.

The makeup had been applied in patches, and wasn't well-blended, so it did nothing to hide them. Quite frankly, Fenton looked like he had gotten into a fight with a bucket of makeup and lost.

The poor man looked ready to combust.

Dick valiantly swallowed his laugh at the poor job Fenton-Danny-had done, and instead offered the most supportive smile he could.

Danny leaned down so that Dick had an easier time reaching his face, looking very much like a kicked puppy.

Dick...was starting to see what Lois saw in Clark.

"Better to wash it all off and start over; I'll teach you as we go along."

Wiping off the makeup, Dick decided then and there that Danny could use a friend, not just a work partner.

Dick also decided he was the perfect candidate for the job.

okay but now im imagining the conversation eventually like after they start dating or something big happens or just eventually danny sitting down with dick after declining several several offers for training like

Danny: so i have a confession to make

Dick, assuming danny is about to finally tell him out loud that he is a meta and maybe give some backstory: yeah?

Danny: so like, i really appreciate that you have been willing to deal with all my weird bullshit and i am touched, genuinely, that you are trying to make my life easier and get me in contact with people who can help me train

Dick, a little worried cause he can feel the 'but' coming and is concerned: yeah?

Danny: im not actually a meta. Like. Legally im not a meta. I have also had my powers for like, 14 years now.

Dick, now thoroughly confused and very concerned: what

Danny: yeah legally im actually technically like, a fungus? Or something like that? Im still half human so that is the important part. Most of my bullshit i got a handle on in high school, teenage heroics helped a LOT, but uh.

Dick: a... a fungus??

Danny: yeah! Anyway i went to see my GP about the weird stuff that is happening now and, boy, this is a littke embarrassing to admit out loud, but like. Apparently the non-human part of my biology is old enough now to also go through a kind of puberty? So like. Yeah. Non-human second puberty.

Danny: it shouldn't be this bad the whole time, i am gonna keep getting new abilities every few months? As I, uh, grow into an adult-er version of, you know, the non-human part? But now that I know what is happening it will be easier to not, uh, freak pepple out with it, u know?

Dick, still concerned but has long since reached a level of "fuck it this might as well happen" with Danny's powers that he is getting over the shock quickly and moving right into curiosity: what kind of non-human?

Danny: if i told you that you would be legally obligated to turn me into the government for actual torture so let's not get into it, yeah?

Dick, with his titans/jla communicator halfway out and typing a "who wants to fuck the government up for my now partner with me" message: yeah okay, just like, could you tell me who would do that to you? So i can be sure to, um, NOT blow them up, obviously, so that i know who to avoid speaking to? Yeah that one.

Danny, touched that his bf isn't prying and is instead trying to make sure he doesn't accidentally bring those people to Danny's doorstep: oh yeah the GIW, ghost investigation ward, i think? Don't think too hard about the name.

Dick, already texting jason to ask how many explosives he can borrow and if jason wants to join him on a "destroy some shady government assholes" tour of america for a week or so: sweet. I have. So many questions but i will ask them after i go on vacation for about a week.

Dick, jason, tim, and a couple other yj/titans people hunt the giw for sport.

Dick comes home a week later like "okay about the whole non-human thing" and danny just "awe babe you didn't have to hunt my enemies for sport to propose! You could have done it the human way!"

That was not dick's intention but by god he does not regret it.

HEROSONAS PHANCOMIC MASTER POST

This is the master list of the Phancomics I’m making based on @nerdpoe and @spidori prompt ideas that Danny’s master plan to hide his ghost identity is to pretend to be a meta. But not just any meta. He somehow makes 10 different Hero Identities based on his various ghost powers and named dp for/inspired by his various ghost friends/mentors.

Original Inspiration Post

Photo OP

The Ticket Part 1

The Ticket Part 2

Danny has the Vote

Stage Names

Seeing Things In a New Light

Chibi Herosonas

Family Meeting

Demands for Enlistment

Perception of Time

When Trouble Comes… part 1

When Trouble Comes…part 2

When Trouble Comes…part 3

When Trouble Comes…part 4

Holidays

TikTok

Sunday Morning Conversations

I’m also adding the questions/messages I’ve gotten about this AU to this masterpost. I love to get these questions because it gives me new brain ideas to expand on these guys. So please if you have a question/headcanon/idea, please please please tell/ask me! I love to hear it!

ASK AND ANSWER ‘CANON BITS’

How would the league react? ByTrinoxtrinox

How does Dark Prince Fit? By Charlietheepic7

Sudden influx of white haired boys? By Plague-daisy

Leagues Favorites? By Freshmiraclecheesecake

Leagues Favorites? Pt 2 by Freshmiraclecheesecake

Banshee/Siren singing for Canary? By Freshmiraclecheesecake

Flash and StopWatch? By Freshmiraclecheesecake

Flash’s Invite? By Freshmiraclecheesecake

Valerie’s Reaction? By Freelancerofthetriforcekeyblade

Where is Danny? by Anonymous

Is Danny a Separate Person? By bet-on-me-13

Superhearing? By Frayazicat

Where is Danny? By Regonold

Elpis and Wonder Woman? By Freshmiraclecheesecake

Jazz Bonding Time? By Freshmiraclecheesecake

Danny and the Personas coming Together? By itsthing2

Herosonas independence? By Distractedducky

Mentors ever meeting OG Phantom? By Levi-ethan

Phantom, shepherd of the dead

hubris have won, more Wonder Woman for ya. What's a good way to get to know her as a character better?

masterpost

To be honest, the first time he got surrounded by blob ghosts, right after big Justice League fight he joined because he was flying by, he got scared. In his defense, he had no clue what was going on, knew JL from one broadcast where they gave emergency number if someone wanted newly established organization to help, and the blobs were screaming and crying, clinging to him mournfully, unlike the usual ones from Amity Park, which seemed content with their simple life and much preferred portal to him or any other ghost around.

He lead them home anyway, making sure they safely went through portal before falling into dead sleep that would end too soon.

By the fifth time it happened, he just accepted it as another feature of these fights. Batman would stare at him like he was trying to figure out if he is trustworthy, Flash would share some snacks, Green Lantern would answer not more than five questions about space, Wonder Woman would tell him how to punch better and there would be blobs he needed to escort.

It was, all things considered, pretty decent routine.

More "The walking dead but with less guns and violence and a lot more dumb shenanigans and even dumber teenagers (also ghosts)" Shenanigans (someone asked what their names were):

Pandora, thinking: Oh shit! We need to come up with human names or else they'll think we're crazy!

Pandora: Of course we have names! My name is Panumbra and these are my.... adopted brothers! *pointing at Undergrowth* Andy, *pointing at Vortex* Viny, *pointing at Clockwork* Cassy, *pointing at Nocturn* Nicola, *pointing at Fright Knight* Fred and his cat Nightmare

[Later]

Undergrowth: 'Andy'!? Seriously?

Vortex: Please tell me that Viny is short for Vincent, please please please. That is the only acceptable answer.

Nocturn: Did you just take the first letter from each of our names and just continue them into human names?

Fright Knight: Fred. Yes, I will be known as Fred!

Undergrowth: Also why didn't the pegasus get a name change!?

Clockwork: ....

Clockwork: Isn't Cassy usually short for Cassandra or Cassidy? And aren't both usually ascribed to women?

Pandora: Gender isn't real and language is made up anyway Clocks

Inspired by this post. What if Danny completely derails Injustice.

“This is sooo not fair!” Danny huffed while dramatically falling in his bed “it’s like no one around here ever watched a hero’s fight on TV. Every time I show up it’s either an emergency and I have to save Sam the Cat from a tree he climbed before the poor thing falls or the ghost hunters are going to be on scene already and start shooting on sight! I never get to do my evil villain monologue. Lord of the Flies, I only managed TWO evil laughs EVER! And one of those times my voice cracked in the middle, which sooo embarrassing! What’s the fun of being a supervillain if the heroes won’t even let me give a proper monologue” Danny pouted while turning to lay face down on his pillow.

“There, there” Tucker patted his friends head in solidarity, “there’s still a lot of fun to be had anyway. Remember that time we raided the GIW’s HQ and put neon orange paint on their laundry soap? Their looks of despair and cussing for the month it took to replace their clothes was priceless!”

“… yeah, that was funny” Danny answered muffled by the pillow.

“Right! And besides it’s not your fault no one knows villain x hero etiquette around here.”

“Yeah, but it’s like they are singled me out!” Danny said turning his face around “every other ghost gets to do their monologue. Box Ghost starts to give a monologue and everyone just listens politely before fighting him! It can’t even be ‘cause I’m a halfa or they wouldn’t let Vlad do his evil speech. Moby Dick, even FREAKSHOW gets an uninterrupted evil speech and laugh, the guy isn’t even a ghost! Just some random creep with more time than sense” Danny groans.

“Being a villain means you don’t have to adhere to the conventional rules and can just do whatever though” Sam remarked from where she was laying on a nearby puff “I say let the heroes worry about being ‘polite’ and just do your thing” she gave her two cents.

“Yeeaah” Danny groaned long suffering “but what I wanna is to give my monologue. I got it all wrote out and memorized, even got my act down to a T in the mirror. It’s just… I worked so hard on it, I spent more time and effort in this than on all my lit homework from this entire year combined”

“That’s not something you should be proud of” Jazz remarked dryly from the open door as she passed the hallway.

“It just Frankensteins so much I don’t ever get the chance show it up!” Danny finished as if he was never interrupted in the first place.

“Sounds like it’s the heroes who are the problem-“

“As always” Sam interrupted Tucker’s musing.

“So… what if you tried another hero? One who would follow basic courtesy like letting you talk before the battle?”

At that Danny sat up to look at Tucker in interest “you mean like make another hero, like me and Cujo got Val to become Red Huntress?” He seemed to give it some thought before shaking his head “no, with Val it was a ‘right person at the right place’ kind of thing, I can’t just go around trashing people’s places and works to hope one of their kids takes up a cape and is more polite than the rest of the town heroes, that’d be rude.”

“Well yeah, but what if you just went up the territory of another hero? Like, you can swing by Gotham and put a ‘kick me sticker on one of the Waynes or something, that’s bound to get Batman’s attention and everyone says the guy is super polite and a great listener! All the goons and officers-“

“You just said the same thing twice” Danny chimed in and high-fived Sam.

“-who appear on interviews always talk about how the bat does everything in silence and how much attention he pays to details. The guy would be delighted to have a new villain in his city, I’m sure he is starved for new material as far as villain monologue goes.”

“ABSOLUTELY NOT!” Sam immediately shot down “Gotham is the most gothic city EVER! I will NOT, have either of you visiting it without me, so not until summer vacation, which will take forever!”

“GOTHAM IS ALSO THE SECOND MOST CRIME-INFESTED CITY ON THE COUNTRY AND I DON’T WANT MY BABY BROTHER WALKING AROUND THERE UNSUPERVISED!” Jazz shouted from her room across the wall.

“Oh yeah, that too I guess” Sam agreed.

“Fine, so not Gotham. Central City?” Tucker proposed.

“Are you crazy? The Flash is the fastest hero EVER-“

“That’s debatable-“

“It’s really not”

“He will not even give me time to open my mouth before we start to throw hands! Star city?”

“I mean, Green Arrow seems like a total Moby Dick, not sure he wouldn’t immediately start shooting. Cost City?” Sam countered and proposed.

“I mean… isn’t Green Lantern like a space cop?” Danny scrunched his nose “that’s like a super GIW, right?” The three thought for a second and shuddered at the image.

“Right… so moving on, how about Metropolis?” The three thought for a bit.

“I mean, Superman is an alien, right? I’d love to meet him!”

“Metropolis is supposed to be the unholy child of a Hallmark movie and a cartoon for little kids where everyone is polite and sweet and stuff, you can keep that to yourself and please do not include me on it.”

“The main villain there is Luthor, so no worries of stepping on another person’s toes. To heck with that guy, he puts paywalls on EVERYTHING.” Tucker grumbled.

“…” Jazz said nothing, which is close enough to agreement for them.

“So it’s decided, I’m going to Metropolis monologue to Superman!”

“Yeah, the Boy Scout won’t know what hit him!”

“… wait, do you think he was an actual Boy Scout when he was a kid? ‘Cause that’d be pretty cool”

“Nah, there weren’t boy scouts back when the old time heroes like him were kids”.

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Danny made good time to Metropolis. As a ghost he could turn intangible to avoid any air resistance or drag while also reducing his mass to zero. And, as he is creating his own propulsion by just thinking it, that means he could travel much faster than sound without worrying about causing problems for anyone. Really, his biggest issue is that if he goes too fast things get kinda blurry and it’s pretty easy to overshoot your target, so he had to stop to get his bearings and backtrack more than once, but he still made it to the city!

Upon arriving Danny took some time to go sightseeing as he likely wouldn’t get the chance during his fight. Took a few photos sat upside down upon the globe of the Daily Planet to put on his twitter, ate a hot dog, went intangible to Lex Luthor’s office and pantsied him right in the middle of a meeting, you know, normal tourist stuff. Feeling good about himself he decided to move to the harbor as it’s far away enough that his fight with Superman shouldn’t get in anybody’s way.

He then did some (unneeded) stretches and jumped a bit to loosen up, then did a few quick voice exercises he wrangled from Ember so his monologue would go perfect.

He was just about to kickstart his fight by doing the most heinous villain act of his entire career that would be sure to get Superman down ready to throw hands. He carefully picked the wrapping of his hot dog and was ready to throw it (on the street! Not the sea, he’s a villain, not a monster) when he heard a crash from behind him. He turned curiously to see the reason and- WHAT THE ACTUAL HECK!

If asked later, Danny would freely admit that this was the fastest he ever flew because that was Superman and that was a pregnant woman he was punching in the air, the heck-

He fortunately managed to cross the distance in no time and overshadowed Superman harder than he had ever overshadowed anyone before. Immediately upon entering the body he felt a foreign wave of terror slam into him with such an intensity that it almost made his vision wave before he gritted his teeth and forcibly threw it at his core to convert in more ecto. Now in control he wasted no time in flying up and scooping up pregnant lady gently.

“Oh man. Lord of the Flies, what! Who just- dude, yeah, pregnant woman scare me too since that bio class, but- What- Who does that! That’s- that’s messed up Sups. That’s a pregnant woman, dude you can’t just- the HELL!” Danny panicked while he felt the conscience of Superman in the back of his head gradually get his bearings with growing horror.

“Okay, okay, that’s- that’s not fine. She needs a medic and- Frankstein, this looks bad. I never saw someone’s guts before, but- okay, calm down Fenton, keep it together. A hospital is not fast enough I will just-“ now actively throwing his own anxiety and fear at his core on top of Superman to keep from panicking (too much) Danny took a deep breath and laid his hands on the woman’s side over her ribcage.

Being in Superman’s body is disorienting and frankly an experience Danny could do without. He was already used to holding back his own strength, but his was kinda a “mind over matter” deal with him being as strong as he could believe himself to be, Superman though… it was like there was no resistance whatsoever; air, flesh, bone, it all gave the same minimal resistance and if Danny wasn’t used to going intangible he was sure he would have already crushed this woman’s chest by pressing too far. His vision was all wrong going too far and under the skin with the flex of muscles he didn’t have and it was too loud and-

Deep breath. It’s… fine. Send the panic attack to core, we have no time for panic now. ‘Not the first time you had to get used to powers mid-emergency Fenton, keep yourself together!’. With a last deep breath Danny focused back in the pregnant lady on his arms. He never saw anyone’s inside before, but he could take his cues of what is around the bruised spots and that didn’t look right, her heart also seemed to be beating too slow from what he could hear and there was blood and-

“Right!” He took another deep breath “my vision is changing so much I might as well be blind and she is so close to death that no doctor would be fast enough to save her. That’s… fine, I’ve beaten worse odds. If Frostbite can be a doctor I can heal her. Let’s just… stitch her up… from the inside. That’s… fine”.

Without knowing well what to do Danny awkwardly sent some ectoplasm on the woman’s body and “felt” around organs until he came upon what felt like a misshaped closed fist growing and shrinking in uneven intervals, figuring that might be the heart he used his untrained telekinesis to press and pull it in a somewhat regular interval. Since his sight wouldn’t help him anyway with how it couldn’t choose what to look at nor how closely he closed his eyes and tried to block all his senses, focusing solely on his ectoplasm.

He felt a second kind of energy running through Superman’s body besides his own. One that was warm and strengthening for a lack of other words. In impulse he tried to divert some to join the flow of ecto going to the woman’s body, but it resisted being diverted, whatever it is it’s course was too rigid for it, different from his own free-flowing ectoplasm. Not willing to just give up Danny directed some of his own energy to “dip” on Superman’s and collect some before re-joining the flow, which… worked? Better than expected even as the heart he was forcibly pumping seemed to all but soak on the warmth infused ecto and start mending up.

“Right” thought Danny “I can do this” a determination that seemed to echo his host as he could feel a wave of decisiveness from him and what felt like him deliberately trying to pull himself back to be as unobtrusive as one could be on their own body.

Now with a route in mind Danny got to work, using his ecto “touch” to try to feel around the woman’s body from the inside and awkwardly make things work however felt right. When he felt a pool of what he assumed to be blood outside the veins he telekinetically scooped it up and pushed it back where he felt a burst or sliced vein before stitching it up with a thread of ecto he then solidified inside the body. Bone was pulled back in a form that felt right-ish, torn muscle awkwardly pressed back together, still-

“I can’t see!” He cried out “I can’t see what I’m doing, where things are how bad it is, how-!”

In the middle of his latest panic he felt a flash of determination from his host and a sudden focus razor-sharp and intense focusing on the eyes. It did nothing against his overshadowing, but the message was clear nonetheless.

“You want to control the eyes?” Danny asked dubiously “you are not gonna laser beam her down are you?” The presence recoiled aghast and then turned back to trying to control the eyes “this is a terrible idea”, but despite his best judgment Danny still relented and pulled back his control over the eyes, Superman immediately took over, opened them and did… something? Like pulling a muscle and relaxing another while focusing somehow into a certain depth and suddenly Danny could see the bones of the woman and the surrounding bits of muscle and organs consistently. Not looking a gift horse in the mouth he proceeded to direct his ecto to put those back in a somewhat right way, now with a lot more confidence and knowing better what he is doing.

On the on they went, looking for parts that seemed damaged and putting those back together, the ecto keeping things in place and the warmth making the body heal much faster, when they got to fixing the damage to it. The fetus in particular seemed to soak up on the warm ecto like a sponge to the point that Danny had to spend more time ensuring it hadn’t eaten up his previous work than actually fixing it. At many times Danny had to redo his earlier work now that he could see where he messed up, but gradually they got the woman’s body back in one piece that looked right-ish. In the end of the impromptu procedure Danny cautiously let go of the hold he had kept on her heart pumping it and it kept beating, albeit on a different rhythm than the one he guessed.

Finally, with a sigh of relief, Danny disentangled from Superman’s body, figuring the local would have a much better idea of the best hospital to take his former victim(?) than Danny. For a moment the three stood floating there without knowing what to do. At some point what looked like Wonder Woman and Green Lantern had flown to stand near them, but thankfully hadn’t interrupted. Now that he wasn’t actively blocking out outside stimuli to concentrate anymore he could even spy what looked to be Batman on the ground near what looked like the cross of a sports car and a tank “probably the Batmobile” he reasoned.

He could see Superman gearing up to say something, so he spoke first.

“Right” Danny clapped his hands in front of him “so, I did what I could, but I’m really not a medic, or a nurse, or - strictly speaking - good at biology, so… you should probably get her to a doctor asap. I would recommend mine, but he doesn’t really come to this dimension a lot, so-“

“Thank you” Superman cut him off quietly, a deep and sincere look of gratitude on his face “I was under the effect of Scarecrow’s fear gas, it almost made me kill her. I don’t know what I would have done if I- just… thank you, from the bottom of my heart. Today you were a true hero” at that Danny groaned.

“Not again” he whined “I already get that from miss Albrey for that time rescue her cat from a tree and from mister Smith for not letting his son be run through, and- not important. Look dude, I’m a supervillain, not a hero” Danny explained.

For some reason all the heroes, even Flash who had just arrived, looked baffled by this.

“But… you saved my wife? And… you just said you saved kids and cats, and… just… how come you think you are a villain?” Superman seemed to be genuinely confused by the concept despite him fighting villains every other day. Also, pregnant lady was Supes’ wife. Huh, good to know, but back to the matter at hand.

“Well, yeah? This was an innocent civilian woman you were beating the daylights out of like me ripping into Skulker, I couldn’t just… leave you to it? That’d be horrible! I’m a villain, not a monster, no matter what the GIW says and- wait, I’m getting ahead of myself.” Danny shakes his hands walking on air from one side to the other.

“GIW? Look son, I don’t know who that is, but you shouldn’t believe everything people say, especially if it’s about you. Nothing you just described sounds like a villain to me” The Man of Steel said to Danny’s indignation.

“Excuse me!” He turned pointed a finger at the startled alien “I will have you know that I’m a villain and a very cool one at that! I regularly raid bases of the government every time I hear about them having captured another person or ghost to experiment on! N-the scientists who opened a rift to the world of the dead in their basement so they can vivisect ghosts minding their own business call me the greatest menace their town has ever known!” Danny crossed his arms and filled his chest in pride.

“Al- right. So you are a… villain?” Superman said raising his hands placating.

“And a dang good one at that! I mean, a dang terrible one! Terrifying one? Well, I’m scarier than Box Ghost, so there!” Danny pointed triumphantly, before shaking his head in consternation and pouting “I had this whole monologue ready for months, about my evil plan, why I’m evil and stuff, but none of the heroes in my town stay still long enough for me to say it! I had come here so we could fight and I could finally get to give it, I had planned to litter in the street so we could fight and all… but now the moment is gone. And you should really take her to the hospital I think? I guess I can come back in a few days and we can have our epic showdown. How does Friday sound to you? This way I can stay up late-“

At that Danny seemed to realize something and looked up in alarm.

“Lord of the Flies!” All the heroes jumped “it’s almost my bedtime! Moby Dick, I’m going to be in so much trouble, oh no, oh no. Bye Sups, see you Friday, gotta go” and then he flew up at top speed back home. The baffled heroes still reeling from the surreal experience and with more questions than answers. Unnoticed by Danny a cameraman and reporter nearby had captured the entire conversation.

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In the aftermath Lois is (finally) taken to a hospital and makes a full recovery. Their baby (I’m tempted to have Clark and Lois name him Danny instead of Jon as thanks to Danny for saving him once they learn his name) is born healthy if somewhat liminar (your pick to what effect - if any - this has), Danny shows up later for his promised fight, he is received with a delicious homemade pie courtesy of Ma Kent and the heroes sit patiently to hear his entire monologue, which is great! They give him reason for his actions instead of fighting upon hearing his speech of how the anti-ecto acts are terrible and the GIW deserves having their bases messed up, which is less great. They then proceed to publicly claim he is a hero and the GIW are the actual villains, which is terrible! At least the anti-ecto acts were recognized as a blight that should never have been allowed to exist and scrapped, which, silver linings?

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His plan to litter and then deliver his whole "evil" monologue. 🥺 The heroes listening politely and him swearing in book titles like his teacher because he's late for bedtime.🥺