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I have come to the end of the list I had pre-written of dcxcp Tim / Danny prompts so let's go I might write more later I've been kind of busy I am using speak to text because I am trying to multitask
Okay, so Tim, because of his kind of obsessive personality and looking half dead because he's always so tired and everything like that is actually very attractive to ghosts. He runs into Denny somehow I don't know on this one you can go to the classics you could create something new I don't know but he runs into Danny and Danny's just like his finds this car crash of a guy very attractive he doesn't know the personality thing yet. They somehow start to get to know each other and everything, and Danny realizes Tim is obsessive on certain things, and that just makes him more attractive than Danny's eyes.
Because Danny lets Tim obsessively plan and protect him and doesn't get weirded out because of it and actually finds it enduring that Tim Falls further in love with him because Danny's not asking him to change so they can date and be happy then he's accepting him for who he is it doesn't help Danny is 6 ft 4 in and is strong enough to bench press Jason( is the height from his dad and everything follow the normal)
Tim gets to rub it in the bat family's face that he found somebody who does not ask him to change loves him for him and he doesn't have to hide who he is around him knowing that Danny's not going to leave him just because he might get a little obsessive on some things or he might not sleep does Danny want him to sleep and be healthy yes. But he'll still love him even if he doesn't sleep even if he hasn't slept in days Danny doesn't care if he gets obsessive about certain things or Danny he doesn't care to Danny and his culture that is the biggest confession of love of admiration and he gets to return it to Tim showing him how protective he is that he wants him to be safe happy and healthy that he can be just a possessive of protecting him and making sure he's safe as Tim can be of him
The Batman is very concerned about these two because this is not normal no matter how much to say they're fine with it. Danny, being his dramatic self, goes because the culture differences because my culture does not fit your is the reason that you don't like us dating or you have a problem with this causing the entire bat family minus Tim to backpedal
That's what I got for now. If I think I'm more, I'll definitely post more, and yes, I know it's rambly, and yes, I know it makes little to no sense
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I want a fic where Bruce gets hurt real bad on like a Justice League mission like to the point that they're actually not sure 100% if he'll make it not the time stream something different and all his kids burst in there and at this point the Justice League does not know besides let's say Superman and Wonder Woman that they are his kids so they try to block them from seeing their dad and they freak out pretty much all yelling let me see my my dad or whatever they call Bruce in that sort of way and that's how the rest of the Justice League find out Batman has a lot of kids and some of them are crime Lords
Thinking about the Batkids being clingy to Bruce.
Do you ever get that untamable tsunami of tears when you're apart from your parent? Even if you fight, and argue, and resent eachother sometimes, but when they're not next to you you feel like a part of you is missing?
It's like that.
Dick cries after Bruce every single night when he moves to Bludhaven. They're both trapped in a game of who'll call first, despite knowing very well neither of them will.
Yes, he's crushing it as Nightwing. Yes, he's doing what Bruce thought him to do, -- be better than Batman. Yes, he's perfectly normal about his Tati being so far away from him. He is.
Jason? Jason misses Bruce when they're in the same room together. He'll sit awake in the breath of night, his phone in hand, crying after Bruce after a single day.
This is for the angst side.
On the other side, Jason who begs Bruce to let him join Diana on this year's Amazonian Olympics, and having to pretend he's not crying in his pillow every night? Please.
Bruce: Are you having fun?
Jason, sending a puffy eyed selfie, looks like he cried all night: You're not here, so yes
Sea Cryptic! Danny- pt. 10
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“This you?”
Danny glanced at the stone tablet in Spoiler’s hands and groaned, Phantom form flickering with embarrassment as his face got even more neon green. It was indeed him.
——
The first Atlantean and Ghost King encounter went something like this:
Imagine Danny, sleep deprived. Easy enough. Now, imagine Danny, trying to corral a ghost that had a penchant for sea life.
“Alabastor, I swear to Ancients, if you don’t get back here, I’m gonna make you into ghost sea-food boil!” Danny yelled as he chased Alabastor through the ghost zone. The crustacean shaped ghost cackled, skittering along the Zone.
"Make me, Phantom! You have not seen the might of the sea!"
"That's it, soup-time, crabby!"
Danny dove after Alabastor, chasing him face first into a temporal portal and right into the sea.
"BEHOLD!" Alabastor rumbled, claws raised and sea churning around him. Danny flew at him, noticing the screaming people below. He quickly raised a dome of clear ice to protect their entire city before returning his attention back to the giant crustacean. The distraction cost him, as Alabastor blasted him with a beam of his power. "THE MIGHT OF THE SEA!"
"SOUP!" Danny bellowed back, Alabastor's power forcing him into a giant crab form, aside from, hilariously, his head. Danny, always quick to adapt, slammed a massive claw straight into one of Alabastor's eyes and popped open the Fenton Thermos with a feral grin. In but moments, Danny manages to soup Alabastor but not before slamming him down onto the unbreakable ice Danny had just made.
Carefully turning by skittering sideways, he unmelted his ice.
"Sorry about that," he said sheepishly to the gawking civilians below.
"Suh-ree? What is suh-ree?" A brave woman asked.
"Oh," Danny uttered as he realized that he should probably switch languages. His giant crab body and small itty bitty human head swayed in an unsure motion. "Sorry means "my apologies." I had not meant to involve you. I am Phantom."
"It is alright... thank you for protecting us... God Phantom?"
He grimaced. "Not a god."
"King, then." She stepped forward. "May I ask of the ice?"
——
Spoiler, sensing weakness like the Riddler to a riddle, leaned in. "Did you know they have a traditional dance to honor the god that gave them the unbreakable ice that protects Atlantis to this day? It goes like this," Spoiler stepped back and did the dance, complete with exaggerated arm movements and, embarrassingly, the scuttle walk Crab!Danny was forced to learn with his new crab form.
"We shall never speak of this again," Danny huffed.
"But King Phantom, the God of Eternal Ice and Protection, how could we not celebrate your iciness?" Spoiler simpered, Black Bat not too far away and shaking with laughter. The purple donning vigilante did the scuttle dance once more, picking up bottles as she went a small circle around one of Bludhaven's rock beaches.
Danny scowled and plucked the tablet away from her, hair flowing an a more agitated direction. His jumpsuit burned brighter. "Why are you two menaces in Bludhaven? I thought your territory was in Gotham."
"Nightwing asked for back up and we were in the area." Spoiler, blessedly, stopped the walk to answer him. "By the way, are you and Danny dating?"
"Pardon?" He asked, insulted but highly amused.
"Oh, you know, he has your number, and you only ever talk to him outside of us, and how you guys have a high level of communication." Spoiler said leadingly.
Oh, Danny knew what this was about now. He found out their identities and now these two are interrogating him because he liked them best. They thought they were so clever. Well, they clearly haven't gotten to know Danny at all if they thought he was going to make good decisions.
Danny tilted his head, making sure his face gets as eerie as possible, shadows elongating and eyes burning just that much brighter. The neon green of his face shone even brighter against the suddenly dark landscape of the place. Black Bat stood up, laughter seizing immediately. Spoiler tensed.
"I have a riddle for you. You are good at those, are you not?"
Spoiler blinked but gamely said, "Bring it."
"What do these things have in common? An arguing couple, papers on a stranger's desk, and Star City's robbers."
"..." Spoiler slipped into her solving mode. "Stolen goods. Stolen hearts?" She guessed.
"No. The answer is that they're all none of your business," Danny snarled. His form flickered. "Keep your questing away from Danny- Daniel, vigilante. Your duty is to protect your city and help her," Danny swept an arm out. "Stick to that instead of inserting yourself into places you are not wanted."
Then, with a toss of an ecto-crossed recorder that held the verbal report he'd promised Nightwing towards Black Bat, Danny blinked out of the visible spectrum and flew above the two.
"... Shit, I think I pissed him off."
Black Bat nodded. "He was defensive."
"Yeah... did you hear that slip? Oh, they are so dating."
Danny grinned. He couldn't wait for Tim to interrogate him soon.
——
"You're kidding."
Danny shook his head, maniacal grin still on his face hours later. He'd taken the liberty to call his best friends before classes started for the day.
Tucker groaned. "Danny, I can't believe you're messing with Batman. Why are you like this."
"Look, I need your help."
"Oh no, keep me out of your dumbass plans, Fenton," Sam pointed at him through the screen, immaculately painted black nails threatening.
"Okay, if you go along with my plan, I'll give you Dr. Isley's number."
"Deal," Sam said immediately, changing her tune at a drop of a hat. Or, at a drop of a number.
"What about me?" Tucker asked, offended. "I deserve compensation for my work too, dammit!"
"I'll give you Tim Drake's number and persuade him to let you have a crack at Wayne Industry's tech basement."
"Deal, what are we doing?"
Danny's grin spread even wider. "We're dating. And, you two? You're Phantom's exes. Tucker, you say good stuff about me. Sam? You make up terrible things about me. But we're all dating each other and I'm dating Phantom on the side."
"I hate you," Sam deadpanned. "But fine, it's not that hard. I've got tons of embarrassing stories about Phantom. You better get me that number, Danny, because you know Dr. Isley was my gay awakening."
"For Tim Drake, I'd be willing to puff up your ego." Tucker said solemnly.
"Perfect. I'm cleaning his brother of ectoplasm today. so expect a call later! Love you guys!"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, boyfriend." Sam clicked off the call.
"Think Tim Drake would be interested in a date?" Tucker asked Danny.
"Nah, I think he's got his heart on Benard."
"Damn," Tucker sighed. "Guess I'll have to mend my broken heart with the tools of a state-of-the-art lab, right, Danny?"
"Yep, see ya!" Danny hung up. Today was going to be a good day.
Fuck off Satan
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Danny Phantom, the Ghost King and part-time Justice League member, stood in the Watchtower briefing room, arms crossed and very much trying to look professional. The meeting had been dragging on, and his phone had already buzzed twice, much to Batman’s annoyance.
The third time, it started vibrating again, drawing glares from the Dark Knight and a few raised eyebrows from other Leaguers.
"Phantom," Batman said, his voice a growl.
Danny sighed, pulling out his phone. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Ghost King business doesn’t wait. Let me just—" He hit the answer button with a sharp jab.
"What?!" Danny snapped, glaring at the screen.
The room fell silent. They hadn’t seen Phantom lose his temper like this before.
On the other end, a smooth, deep voice oozed through the speaker.
"Respectfully, my liege, I ask that you reconsider my proposal on—"
Danny cut him off mid-sentence. "Not today, Satan." With an exasperated sigh, he ended the call and pocketed the phone without another thought.
The reaction was immediate. Superman chuckled, Green Lantern grinned, and Flash burst into laughter. Even Wonder Woman's lips twitched upward.
"Nice," Hal said, giving Phantom a thumbs-up. "Solid delivery."
Danny waved it off. "What can I say? He’s persistent, and I’ve got no time for his nonsense today."
But not everyone was laughing. Constantine sat ramrod straight, pale as a sheet, his cigarette dangling precariously from his lips.
"Danny," Constantine croaked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Was that the Satan? Like... Lucifer Morningstar Satan?"
Danny blinked, tilting his head. "Uh, yeah? Who else would it be? Dude’s been pestering me about a territorial dispute with the Infinite Realms for weeks."
The entire room went quiet again, and all eyes turned to Constantine. The seasoned warlock looked like he might pass out on the spot.
"You just hung up on the actual Devil," Constantine hissed, his British accent thick with disbelief.
Danny shrugged. "Yeah, and? He’s one of my subjects. I’m the Ghost King. I outrank him. If he wants to whine about his little hellish boundaries, he can take a number."
Constantine’s eyes darted around the room, desperately seeking someone to share in his existential terror, but the rest of the League didn’t seem to grasp the gravity of what just happened.
"You outrank..." Constantine trailed off, rubbing his temples. "Bloody hell, kid, you don’t just hang up on Lucifer!"
Danny smirked, leaning casually against the wall. "Oh, I do. And I’ll do it again if he calls during League meetings. I’ve got enough on my plate without playing arbiter for Hell’s bureaucracy."
Clark patted Constantine on the shoulder. "Relax, John. Sounds like Danny has it under control."
John groaned. "We’re all doomed."
Danny, unfazed, pulled out his phone again and started texting. "Now, if we’re done freaking out, can we get back to the meeting? Or do I need to block Satan’s number to make that happen?"
The League collectively laughed, except for Constantine, who was muttering something about needing stronger wards and a drink.
