Rebloging In Hopes Of Someone Continuing This Fine Prompt. (I Can’t Write Romance For Shit-)

Danny gets adopted a lot

Danny travels a lot, always looking for the best places to see the stars and dealing with ghost shenanigans and lot of people think this poor sleep deprived kid needs help and before he knows it he’s been adopted.

His parent don’t mind and actually love the fact that so many nice people care about their son so much they decide to adopt him.

Of course they add them to the rotation of adults in charge of reminding him to eat and sleep, and keep a close eye on him.

None of the heroes that adopted him are aware that they are one of many. Not until the Fentons send out a parent network message informing them that Danny would be going to another dimension for awhile and not to worry his grandfather Chronos will make sure he’s eating daily

The heroes end up joining a an adopter anonymous group

(Sam and tuck have a betting pool on who will adopt hm next while jazz takes this opportunity to psychoanalyze loving super heroes)

Green green green. Nothing but an endless sea of green. No haunts, no islands, no portals. Nothing except for the lonely ghost boy filled with regret. Not from what he did. Danny had no choice but to destroy the portal. And even if he had known the shock wave would blast him to this unknown part of the zone, he'd still do it. No, this regret was from so much more. It was from not saying 'I love you' one last time. It was from not savoring his youth. It was from fixing that stupid portal. So, so much regret. And an eternity of green to stew in it.

...

........

Wait. What's that? Is that... a portal?

Yes! It is!

A natural portal spawning before his very eyes only a few feet away. Danny would have wept if he hadn't exhausted his tear ducts long ago. Instead he drifts over to the portal, stopping just before he enters it. He's filled with hesitation. Natural portals are unpredictable. It could spit him out into an acid pit or in the middle of a war. There wasn't even a guarantee he would land in his own dimension. But... wasn't it better than here? Wasn't whatever was through this portal better than the green infinity he was currently trapped in, no matter how unpredictable?

Danny took a deep breath. And then another. Screw it. He plunged himself into the portal, embracing whatever chaos that would receive him from this unending sea of green.

And both boys absolutely get a kick out of it every time too. They think it’s the best thing ever, and will never tell her not too. The rest of the Justice League know it looks funky, but also, who in their right mind would tell WW that? 😂

Danny makes creative use of his intangibility. At, of course, the inconvenience of everyone else.

He's been denied entry into the Justice League yet again, but that's fine.

He's not angry.

Nope.

But like, he is feeling like getting a little bit of revenge. Not angry revenge, which would be totally different.

But...petty.

He wants petty revenge.

And he knows where the Watchtower is.

So he makes it his mission to sneak into the Watchtower, over and over and over again, and while completely invisible and intangible, eat the inside of all the heroes treats and meals, so that all they're left with is a hollowed out shell.

Cakes? Just a shell. Sandwiches? Difficult but he manages to hollow those out too. Ice Cream? Just the outside. Spaghetti? Almost impossible, but he manages to do a swap instead; it's spaghetti laying on top of old cardboard. Anything inside of a wrapper? He eats it and leaves the wrapper.

Y’all cannot just leave these gems in the comments and mosey on your way. These must be shared!

Also, I absolutely imagine Damian’s absolute smugness upon being able to prove to his family that: see! I wasn’t making it up, and Beast Boy wasn’t pranking me. There really is a green dog.

Alfred sprits the windows with cleaning solution as he pretended not to notice the boy sneaking around the manor grounds.

The boy had black hair and blue eyes, characteristics of what the young masters would call, "adoption bait." The boy bent down near a rustling bush and whispered just loud enough for Alfred to overhear, "Cujo! You can't keep sneaking in here. You're going to get caught." The boy then pulled an excited glowing green puppy from the bush. Ah. So that must be the creature Master Damian had been attempting to capture for the past few weeks. The poor boy had been near obsessed with proving the beasts existence to his brothers.

Regardless, he should probably have a word with the young man. "May I inquire the reason for your visit?"

The boy jumped and spun around, the puppy half held, half dangling from his armed perked up in alert, as if sensing Alfred as a threat. It might have been alarming if the puppy wasn't so small and cute.

"Uh, just dropping by?" He said, the words coming out as a question. To this, Alfred raised an eyebrow.

The young man's shoulders sagged, as if accepting whatever fate would inevitably come, "How much trouble am I in?"

Time After Time

Dpxdc Prompt #42

Man Danny must've really done something to agitate Clockwork. Or at least, that seems like the most likely scenario considering he has been in a time loop for days.

The first time it happened he was just innocently walking down the streets of Gotham and then boom, an hour ago he goes.

Danny's tried everything to get out of the loop. He's walked in different directions, he's gone dumpster diving, he stole Red Hood's motorcycle (that one was kinda fun), and he's even tried going to the Ghost Zone.

And every time at 4:03pm, just as the clock is about to turn over to 4:04, time rewinds back to 3:04.

It's loop #78 now, time is 3:55, he'd have been up for over 3 days straight if time were ticking normally so Danny decides to treat himself to a cup of coffee from a local cafe.

He sees a cute boy sketching a robin in the nook of a corner and thinks what the heck it's not like he'll remember me in 10 minutes anyway.

The boy's name is Damian, he's fourteen, he's there to pick up some pastries for his grandfather at 4:00, and talking to him makes Danny feel like everything's right in the world.

He loses track of time and loop #79 starts, Danny rushes back to cafe as soon as he can, wanting to see the guy he'd fallen head over heels as soon as possible.

Damian isn't there yet, but he will be soon and Danny wants to look in those beautiful emerald eyes that won't recognize him.

Except when Damian walks through the door at 3:53 and sees Danny his eyes light up in remembrance.

Loop #80 doesn't start 11 minutes after that.

Loop #80 never comes.

Tim explaining Slime Rancher 2 to Damian: So if you feed a slime a different one’s plort you create a gordo.

Damian: And what is the point of this animal husbandry?

Tim: To creat cool new slimes. And get money by combining them.

Tim: Do you want to create a slime?

Damian: Give me that. I shall make the best “slime”.

Damian looking through the different types: Ah, I see. I shall make Father.

Tim: What?

Damian: Please acquire one of these “Batty” slimes as well as a Shadow slime.

Tim blinking: I don’t think-

Damian: Surely this is not beyond your capabilities?

Tim:

Later

Bruce: What are you two still doing up? I thought I said no casework today?

Tim: This isn’t casework, I’m making mods.

Bruce: Ah yes, “mine-craft” again?

Tim: Not quite-

Damian: Tim has informed me that the objective of the game is to selectively breed these creatures for their monetary benefits. However, it is also possible to create unique combinations. I pointed out the imperative of recreating superior models in reality within this farce and Tim has elected to correct the oversights of the developers to achieve our goal.

Bruce blinking: Um..?

Tim: Damian wants a mod to combine a bat slime and a shadow slime to make you in the game.

Bruce blinking back tears: Oh.

"...Timmy...?" Dick hasn't called him that since before Bruce disappeared, but it's the only thing he can say as he stares at his brother's broken, bleeding body.

Tim, Timmy, his little brother in all but blood, bleeding from his ears and eyes and nose, burned so severely his skin is peeling off, actually turns to look at him.

Freezes.

"Shit. No one's supposed to see this." Tim says, and Dick lurches forward to do...something. He doesn't know what, for all his first-aid training doesn't know how he can help when there's this much damage, but he has to do something.

But Tim disappears, like he was never there.

Or; On a ghosts death day, they gain the appearance they had at death. This includes the injuries. Danny spends his death day very far away from home, since it actually makes his human form look like he got electrocuted to death by untold voltage and mass dosages of radiation, and he really doesn't want his mom and dad to see that, even if they're cool with the half-ghost thing. Problem; apparently he's a dead ringer for someone Nightwing knows, and he just mentally scarred Valerie's favorite hero. Fuck.

is this an incredibles reference I spy? 👀

Talk (Silence)

~

Danny has gotten used to not having to watch what he said as the years went by.

In Amity everyone basically knew he was Phantom and just treated it as normal, and he had already told his parents what had happened,

They did a total 180 on their opinions, now chasing after ghosts to question them about everything they could squeeze out of them.

They were very proud of Danny too, often helping him with their technology.

Having said that he got used to not watching what he said in Amity, everyone knew so why bother right?

Unfortunately he was not in Amity

He was in Gotham visiting Jazz, who had moved for University.

They were currently in a cafe catching up, talking as their used to.

Not realizing that their conversation without context sounded very worrying.

~

Jazz: " So how are mod and dad?"

Danny: "Oh you know the usual, they're making new weapons, hopefully this time they wont target me, getting shot sucks, but I prefer it over getting electrocuted "

Jazz: " Good luck!"

(TOPC)The other people in the cafe: What the fuck

~

Danny: " Vlad keeps putting cameras in my room, so I went and confronted him about it again, I don't care that he's the mayor! "

Jazz: " He really needs some therapy"

Danny: " He's a fruitloop, he's beyond help"

TOPC: *concerned side eye*

~

Jazz: "You know I was a bit more worried about the criminals here, but honestly weak, I miss actual competent villains"

Danny: "I told you!"

TOPC not sure if they should be offended or wary of where they live

~

Jazz: " You know I kinda miss the food back home"

Danny: "What that it would come back to life and fight you to the death?"

Jazz: " I mean that too, but I was talking about the taste"

Danny: " Oh yes the chemically contaminated food really has some extra flavor compared to this" *gestures at his plate*

~

Danny: " I went to the park to play with Cujo and got kidnapped and they almost cut me in half"

Danny/Jazz: "Typical Friday!"

TOPC recording on their phones to make sure they're not hallucinating, someone is live tweeting.

~

Just an Idea

why does it remind me of a spider-

SO THIS GIF FROZE AND 

Love it! And definitely looking forward to more!

Waking up in the Streets-

-is a new experience for Danny. But he isn't in Amity anymore. Amity is gone, and he's alone. He isn't in Amity anymore, where the people knew him as Phantom and they knew he was fighting to keep them safe day in and day out.

He isn't in Amity anymore, where if he collapsed in the streets, he'd wake up on a couch with a blanket and have a few moments of peace before the next Thing happened.

He isn't in Amity anymore, with His people, and His problems, so why can't he Stop Helping?

So, here he is, peeling himself off the pavement, like the world's most unflattering pancake. This villain didn't even have the decency to leave a pad of butter on him to melt into his tender flanks. Okay, maybe the pancake analogy is getting away from him.

Even without the sun, the blacktop is hotter than Hell on a Sunday and Danny feels like he maybe partly melted into it after getting unceremoniously splattered.

His face finally leaves the ground, sticking unpleasantly, and a wave of dizziness washes over him almost intensely enough to send him right back down. Scrunching his nose, he spits an unpleasant blob of green out. It almost instantly evaporates once separated from his main body, but it wasn't quick enough that he didn't spot a pair of teeth in there.

"Ugh, ew." Danny runs his tongue around the inside of his mouth, feeling fragments of his everything pulling back into their proper places, the two teeth already replaced. Perks of being ectoplasmic, he supposes. "Better me than someone who couldn't get back up, though."

He wants to shake his head to clear the fog, but knows deep in his bones (He knows he still has those, you can only break them so many times before you're absolutely certain that you Definitely still have them) that shaking his head would make him upchuck, and he desperately wants to keep his insides inside him as much as he can.

A black and blue glove appears in his vision and he takes it, bracing for the person-shaped black and blue blob connected to the hand to heave him off the ground. The figure is saying something, but the words are completely lost to underwater sounds.

Danny shoves his pinkie against his ear canal and shakes it rapidly until, with a small pop, he can hear again. Is there a fire? It sounds like there's a fire nearby.

"Sorry, I think there was ecto in my ear, wanna repeat that?"

"Jesus jumped-up Christ, man, are you okay?"

"I feel like a pancake with no butter, why?"

"Is... Is that bad?"

"Bad?" Danny shakes his head and immediately regrets it, swaying until he spreads his feet and drops his head between his knees. Ah, that's better. "It's an affront to pancakes."

"I... I don't butter my pancakes."

"You monster."

Danny runs his hands through his white locks to push them back and out of his face as he stands back up, blinking hard while his eyes fix themselves and clear. He can now make out the blue bird on the chest of the black-suited vigilante in front of him. Nightwing, then. He guessed from the glove, but it was nice to get confirmation.

"Never knew Nightwing was a monster. I thought we'd get along through humor, but I guess not." He wiped a fake tear from his eye that... might not have been fake, just another drip from the side of his head having been flat. Oh well, it's gone now.

"You... you gonna be okay, man?" Danny could almost taste the apprehension.

"I've come back from worse. Wouldn't mind having a couch to crash on, though. Ancients, I miss home, the people were a lot cooler, even the rogues were cooler. More colorful and less likely to kill someone."