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So you know the fanfics where Jazz becomes a psychologist interning at Arkham Asylum? It’s always either Danny scaring everyone or she just kinda befriends some villains but what about if all the villains were annoyed at her, after all she can tend to be a little smug
What if she was just unafraid of everyone there and people were confused, you can use this also as a reason for them to be annoyed at her or even hate her (Joker, Scarecrow, Riddler. Villains that hate not being feared) and the guards were just there thinking she was just another young idiot that was going to get herself killed.
Until..A breakout happens
One of the villains (your choice) happen to find her but she’s still unafraid of them and this angers them so they attack Jazz and BOOM
Jazz has a shield formed around her protecting her from the attack, while the villain is confused she just calmly pulls out one of her lipsticks and stuns them and they just fall unconscious severely confused and angry at her
This continues to happen until one of the bats just she her calmly drinking tea while a patient is pounding on her force field when she spots them and just punches the patient before turning to the bat
“What? I didn’t have mad scientist for parents for nothing. You learn a few things”
The psychologists and therapist never lasted long at the asylum. The tended to reach their expiration rather quickly. Either with being run off, mysteriously disappeared or paid to have a long vacation, manipulated into becoming a rogue, or killed in the many breakouts.
The same pattern was expected when Jasmine Fenton joined them for an internship.
She had come in with her bright hair and eyes. A kind smile, positive attitutde, and a lightness that showed that she was definitely not from Gotham and had not been dimmed by the gloomy city. All the inmates and employees had the same idea: It was only a matter of time.
But within that time, the young Ms.Fenton had tipped the scales towards the path of her being killed or mysteriously disappeared. Afterall, the inmates didn’t take kindly to what looked like a ‘naive’ young woman who didn’t at all looked scared. Or how she has a small little smile whenever the analysis she made regarding their behavior or thoughts seemed to be correct. Even the fellow employees like the guards were disgruntled with how unworried she seemed about the inmates or various safety procedures she had to follow. The whole time she would have a bored look on her face.
It didn’t sit right with the others . It was an outsider who was ignorant to how things worked in Gotham and who seemed to resist what Gotham did to you the longer you stayed.
Ms.Fenton had been there for 5 months but yet, she still seemed as light and positive as the first day she arrived.
Even when the inmates described what they would do to her indetail at lunch or loudly at night, where surely the words would eventually reach her ears. But even after the Joker threaten her little brother that he had found out, she still smiled (almsot as if she were amused) at their next appointment. Even as the Riddler insulted her intelligence she still confidently stated her evaluations. Even after Scarecrow promised that she would live her very worst fears in the building, she remained comfortable sitting across him.
All of it only made them eager for the next breakout. Then when their doors opened courtesy at a plan finally being used, they smiled and headed towards her office.
A few vials delivered by loyal freeman that had been snuck in to Scarecrow were thrown into the room. The others had gas masked and after a few seconds ran in excited to see those aqua eyes finally filled with fear. To hear her screams instead of that calm steady voice that never seemed to falter.
But instead they were met with the sight of Jasmine Fenton sitting calmy at her desk sipping a mug of tea. She looked up.
“Oh, I didn’t know we had an apointment,” she said in that damned steady voice.
The Joker stepped forward. “Well you see Doc, we have a few issues we wanted to discuss with you. And” - slowly a crowbar slipped smoothly within his hands, the end already dripping red - “ you always said your door was open.”
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Batman had arrived at the asylum as quickly as he could. Oracle already telling him where it looked like several inmates had went.
“B it may already be too late. You know who they are with the doctors there and a lot of them went towards the woman’s office. Even Joker and Scarecrow” Oracles voice said sadly resigned that B may have been too late.
But that didn’t stop him from rushing over.
But the sight he was met with did.
There sitting at her desk, visually unharmed and sipping at a mug was Jasmine Fenton. Surrounding her office and desk were roughly 13 inmates, among them an unconscious Joker and Scarecrow.
“Evening Batman.” The woman said despite not having looked up from some paperwork on her desk.
“Dr.Fenton.”
“Oh its actually not doctor,” she said. “I still have 7 months until that. But Dr.Fenton does sound nice so thanks for that.”
Batman didn’t respond to that but simply looked around the room more. There weren’t a lot of sign of scuffle. No bullet holes or broken furniture other than the broken door. And Oracle hadn’t shared any information about another individual coming to take care of the inmates.
“Who did this?” He asked since Ms.Fenton was a witness.
At this, the woman finally looked up from her paper. Her eyes bright and face kind, not at all showing that she had already spent 5 months at Arkham in the presenceof villains. Her voice was steady as she responded it Batman despite never being in his presence before.
“Oh,” she said. “That would have been me.”
Batman could have sworn her teeth looked oddly sharp in the smile she gave him before taking another sip of her tea.
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A lot of people asked Danny why he let his sister work at the asylum whenever he told them.
“Don’t you think it’s too dangerous?”
“What if she gets hurt?”
“The inmates there hate the doctors!”
“Have you thought about being a guard there and watch our for her?”
Aren’t you worried?“
So many concerns. But each time Danny would wave a hand in dismissal. His teeth sharp like his sister’s when he smiled.
There used to be this headcanon/AU that Danny could tell the future when he had a concussion (far too often). Everyone at Casper High knew that the days when Danny came to school with blurry eyes and an aching head were fortune telling days.
One of the Bats runs into a civilian. They try to evacuate him, he doesn't look like he's doing too well, but he looks at them and offers an answer.
It's a strange thing. Usually the civilians are asking them the question in a disaster like this, not offering answers. But there is something... eerie about the way the boy looks at them all fuzzy-eyed that makes the Bat wary of dismissing the offer.
They ask something important. Something they're afraid of, or something they long for, or maybe just an answer they're struggling to find. He tells them the truth, looks at them, and nods while they stand dumbfounded, then wanders off before they can ask any follow up questions.
They don't notice he doesn't cast a shadow until afterwards.
I’m just imagining Oracle of Delphi style mist just starts pouring from his mouth as he answers their questions.
Danny hadn’t even been aware of it when he started. It was after a month of a few concussed days that Sam and Tucker realized he was completely unaware that he had told the future to Mr. Lancer instead of answering a question and made Dash cry when the boy had pushed him up into a wall.
I love the thought of Feral Danny just activating whenever he knows that Joker is around. He has two senses: his ghost sense and his clown sense, and both are wonderful.
I also love the thought of him just stopping in a conversation when he knows Joker is around. Just picture him just sitting and chilling with one of the batkids when he just freezes, sits up and looks around like a startled meerkat. He then excuses himself and dashes away out of any building and in any direction that he felt it.
There is then a crash and some startled cries, and everyone just runs towards the sound to see Danny beating the hell out of Joker with no restraint, practically foaming at the mouth with ghostly aura and everything.
DP x DC au where Conner gets hit by a magic spell from Klarion. Before anyone can figure out what it does, Superman makes Conner so mad he punches a hole- Not into a wall like he had planned, but right into a new dimension.
Meanwhile, Danny was ready to sleep for a full 8 hours for once, but was interrupted by a hole to another dimension opening up in his bedroom
[click for better quality because my computer is an ass]
It wasn’t common that Danny actually had time to actually sleep.
One minute he was a starving immortal unemployed teenager, and the next he was running a relatively respectable “crime” empire.
If he had to blame someone or something, he would blame his bleeding heart (and his empty stomach)
It all started when Clockwork dumped Danny in this new dimension with nothing but the clothes on his back. He had managed to get back the first couple weeks but he knew his luck wouldn’t last. One night, when he was walking back to his crappy apartment (that had “illegal” written all over it), he heard a scream of terror and pain. When he ran to check it out, he saw some drunk jackass behaving in “ungentlemanly” ways. He knocked the guy on his ass and helped himself to some of the guy’s cash (hey, strong morals had no place to talk when rent was due). The jackass’s girlfriend invited him over for dinner as thanks.
Well rumors spread, and SOMEHOW Danny became known as the guy who would “take care” of the more unsavory bunch of people in the neighbor for some cash or food. It later evolved to include information. And maybe a few “liberating” of some artifacts that definitely belong back in their home country.
Some of the older street kids joined in (and by the Ancients if these kids are joining in, Danny’s gonna make sure they are safe, be it with proper housing, equipment, money, and food)
Next thing Danny knows, he’s gotten his own “nickname”
Danny would like to say for the record that it was not his fault.
Uhh click to see a bit better ig, but gosh I love this
@56thingsinaname THIS IS SO COOL!!!! Love being able to see this scene from ch.3 . And the way the words are spooky and kind glitching out is just *chef’s kiss*!!!!!kwhdkwhdlqjslqjfkslejsk
Thank you so much for making this 🩵🩵🩵🩵
@56thingsinaname Djgdjgsgjdjtakyfhrakydhrajgdjta AHHHH THERE WAS MORE!!
Omg he is just a lil guy it’s so cute XD lil funky gut just vibin’
I love the ominous ‘ms.juni made sandwiches’, also mood on not knowing how to draw Waylon lmao. (I can’t imagine the amount of work to draw him, especially since there r so many ways to draw him) You def caught the image of him standing on the steps while Waylon is still hella tall.
Love seeing these and so happy you’re enjoying the story!!!
Danny where someone from the Young Justice thought he was Tim because he got the death drink, only Tim was right next to them, so as logic says, it’s a clone (Obviously not a real person). Hipty hoppity Danny’s now kidnapped. He is taken to space with the entire batfam, young Justice, and some of the Justice league
They’re interrogating him when this happens:
Meg: I’m so sorry we are interrogating you like this
Danny, just chilling: Naw, it’s okay
Mag: We we’re just worried that you were a clone
Danny immediately closes off and refuses to speak anymore, and they are even more convinced that he is a clone
They get the blood results back, and surprise, the DNA is nothing alike. They apologize and begin planning to put him back, but then he refuses
Batman: Alright, where do you live so we can drop you off
Danny, finally saying something: no, I’m not leaving, I am offended
Nightwing: I’m sorry we took you without reason and interrogated you-
Danny: No, it not that, I’m offended on the behalf of clones. I got treated this way because you thought I was a clone?!?! How do you treat actually clones? I’m not leaving until the intervention
Batman: Intervention?
Danny: Don’t worry, my assistant has already been notified and the presentation will take place shortly
As soon as the words leave his mouth, claws appear and rip the thin air as a green petal appears. A knight walks through but it hurts to look as the black armor seems like static and the proportions are off. Even though people jump in front of the citizen the figure got past. No one was able to protect him, but then the figure kneels and holds out a laptop.
@oli-jolly absolutely loved the mental image of this so had to write a lil bit for it!
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Danny hadn’t necessarily minded being essentially kidnapped and then brought up to the Watchtower IN SPACE and then interrogated. After all, it was Space. He could sense the empty vacuum that held stars, planets, black holes, galaxies, and so much more just beyond his reach. Also, he got to see actual aliens. The Martian Manhunter and Miss Martian were his favorites.
Was there an idea where Danny mistakes Bruce’s as Jack and get like different reactions depending on the au.
Running away? Panics and either runs with terror in his eyes or starts begging that “dad it’s me, pls dad, it still me!” and will make Bruce invested in this small hurt child because his adoption alarm is ringing.
Normal everyday? He will just walk by his side thinking Bruce is his dad while Bruce would think it’s a commonly known sleep deprived Tim and let him be before they both make eye contact and think “wait a minute…”
Personal it be funny if Bruce is actively avoiding Danny to try and not adopt him because he already had enough teasing from his children as it is, unfortunately, Danny also had to have a tragic backstory that only makes him want to keep him even more.
I wrote a lil blurb if that’s okay!
Danny was tired that his dad has dragged him out of bed at 5 am, saying something of a short trip. He had tried to tell the man he was tired and that his head hurt, but his dad had simply frowned and said that some fresh air would help. Then he continued to talk about a new theory he had and an array of other things that buzzed as the pressure in Danny’s head increased and he closed his eyes as the man nudged him downstairs.
He went down that as gracefully as he went up them earlier that morning after getting thrown into a few trees last night and shot by one of the home ecto security guns because it was still fully armed at 4:21am.
Made a part 2. and of course angst wiggled its way into it :p
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‘New Brother?’ she signed.
Before the others could respond Damian felt Danny squeeze him and smile even though his face was still squished on his head. “Dami,” he said, “where do you keep finding all the babies?”
The world felt muffled when Danny woke up. His eyes were heavy and there was a haze to everything. But not enough to erase the fact that he could tell he was in a bed that did not belong to him. Too big. Too soft. Too grand. He could see the wooden frame and walls that were nothing like his bedroom walls with dents and posters.
Danny has his core ripped from him by the GiW in an attempt to End him.
He escaped, but now he’s stuck as this tiny Eldritch shadow…thing.
Without a tangible form it’s going to be hard to track down his core, and he was transported to Gotham City for the “operation”, so he can’t get help from his friends.
Ultimately it’s between this guy or the Bats and birds, and with the Anti-Ecto Acts still in place…
Or: Danny is hurt and needs help tracking his core, but decides the bats can’t be trusted. Naturally he asks for help from the scaly guy he found in the sewer.
@cryinginthevoid you have activated my ‘must write for idea’ card. Also I too am a sucker for Killer Croc.
Dannys graduation class is especially liminal thanks to the portal and frequent ghost encounters/ Their overshadowing. Which means, that they subconsciously prefer places with high ecto ambience.
Gotham University already had their fair share of students from amity park, one of the only people outside from Gotham who would actually stay for the duration of their studies (thanks to them being used to ghost shenanigans). But this year its more than usual + even for Gothamites these Amity Parkers seem to be rather unhinged.
(I just need more liminal!Amity Parker shenanigans :D and thanks to WE Gotham has great scholarships available)
I had a lot of fun with this one! Thank you for the prompt!
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Robert’s hands shook as he brought the chalk to the blackboard, letter’s jagged and words illegible as he attempted to write the day’s lesson down.
Behind him was a silence beyond what the human mind was ready to comprehend. A room full of people, the sense of others in the room, and yet utter stillness. No soft scratch of pencils on paper, gentle taps of nails upon keyboards, no shifting of bodies or crinkling of snacks or soft murmur of voices of those at the back of the lecture hall whispering to each other.
It was something Professor Robert Herne hadn’t truly noticed before this semester. How much noise humans made even when they were sitting very quietly. Little things the brain filtered out so terribly noticeable until it was gone. The almost imperceptible hush of breaths. The absent hum of a chorus of heartbeats. Things you didn’t realize you were used to hearing until they were suddenly, horribly gone.
The chalk broke beneath his hand.
The students sat in impossible, unbearable stillness, watching him.
They were always watching him.
Unblinking eyes, fathomless and deep and knowing knowing knowing. They looked at him and saw. Empty voids that threatened to swallow him whole if he made the mistake of meeting their terrible, all consuming gazes.
His hand shook harder, the broken chalk in his hold crumbling to fine dust. His breathing came harder, heart pounding. Behind him figures stretched long, twisting and unnatural, more and more unblinking eyes opening to stare at him, mouths stretching, faces warping, skin mottling to impossible shades, sharp teeth and pointed ears. Still as death, unmoving, he could feel the weight of them pressing down upon him from all sides and, and, and -
He screamed.
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Miriam Schuster, Dean of Gotham University, sat with her head in her hands at her desk. Outside on the quad yet another of the school’s professors was being carried away on a stretcher, screaming and frantic as his class of students all milled about worried for him at a distance.
Herne was the third one in the past month.
Amity kids, she swore, they got weirder and weirder every year. And unlike some members of the University staff, she was qualified to say that. She was an Amity Park kid once upon a time, she knew her home town was weird. Even before the ghost stuff started happening they had a reputation for being odd. She’d certainly creeped out more than a few of her own professors over the years as a student, and still put some people on edge whenever she forgot to make an active effort to appear more…for lack of a better word, normal.
This year’s batch was weird even by her standards though. Far more ecto-contaminated than the students that had joined the university in previous years and it showed. The entire non-Amity half of several courses had dropped in the first week of the semester. They’d had more dorm-room transfer requests than they’d ever seen before. TAs were refusing to work in classes that had Amity Parkers in them. And the professors…
Herne gave another scream of terror outside, shrieking about silence and eyes and being watched. Miriam sighed again.
The professors were not able to cope with the freshmen class at all.
Scrubbing her face in her hands, Miriam leaned back in her seat and looked down at the papers spread out before her. Transfer paperwork to group all the new batch of Amity kids into the same classes so that they weren’t quite so spread around. Keep them contained, as much as it was possible to do so. The problem with having them all in one place though was that the effect of them being so…well, Amity, was far more intense. Which left her with the question of just who she was going to be able to get to teach these classes.
Gotham was more up to Amity Parker strangeness than just about anywhere else - outside of Amity itself of course - and even the Gothamites where having trouble keeping up. It was going to take a special kind of person to be able to handle them.
Miriam glanced out her window again to where the ambulance was trundling away with Herne aboard to Arkham. The civilian mental facilities hadn’t been up to the kind of psychosis caused by direct contact with this year’s batch of Amity Parkers.
Hmm, she considered. That might be an idea.
She’d have to make some phone calls.
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“Alright settle down! I know you’re all a rowdy bunch, but I’m gonna need yous to sit pretty for me for the next hour so we can go over the new syllabus.”
To anyone else, there wouldn’t have been any kind of perceptible difference to the utter stillness of the room. The rows of seated students were as still and motionless as they’d ever been, not even their chests seeming to move as they sat and stared, unblinking.
The new professor smiled widely. “Thank you! And hear I heard yous were all a bunch of troublemakers, ha!” A deft hand snatched up a piece of chalk, drawing large looping letters on the board with plenty of flourishes. “Welcome to Psych 101! You can all call me Professor Quinzel!”
Harley spun to face her class, smiling brightly at the eager gleam in the eyes of her new students.
The class, with eyes a little too bright and teeth a little too sharp and shapes a little too wrong when viewed from the corner of the eye all smiled back brightly. It was such a relief to finally have a professor that actually had her shit together.
I was just thinking about Danny as a bartender at a rogues bar and then it struck me…
Danny thinks he works at a gay bar
Why? Well, have you looked at the clients? Bisexual queen Harley Quinn, lesbian icon Poison Ivy, Two Face is clearly bi(two)sexual and has a thing with Bruce Wayne, Scarecrow is probably ace or maybe aro, Riddler is at the very least homo romantic, hell, even if Red hood comes by he’s bi/pan AND poly
What I’m saying is, based off the clientele, Danny would think he works at a gay bar
and based on the evidence they have a hard time disagreeing with him
I’m just imagining danny fighting tooth and nail whenever the cops or bats try to ‘raid’ the bar. Danny knows the history’s of cop’s and society’s towards the gay bars and he knows the gcpd are corrupt!
There’s something very satisfying about Danny remembering Stonewall and being ready to throw hands with the cops
The bat would absolutely have pride flags of all kinds as well. Ivy and Harley added some. Riddler another. Two-Face put up two of course. Then there are the villain moments. But, Danny? Has been in riots with Sam to protest. And has broken into labs and stole shit.
Like, it’s just such a none issue to him? He’s done the same with his partners ok. Sam and Tucker have done worse than anything shown here. Be gay do crime is in fact the way they spent their teens.
The rogues love him and his partners. They can share stories, and the three will match them. They absolutely think the three are hiding in Gotham from cops out of state. Some of their stories are wild.
Sam and Tucker know it’s a villain bar. But it’s funny to not tell him. One time they’d come to visit the cops tried a raid. Sam, Tucker and Danny took the trash out before Harley could get her hammer out.
The rogues took a photo of the three stood before a pile of knocked out cops and stuck it on the wall. Pride of place. Just under the bi and poly flags.
Danny throwing on live stage opportunity’s for local queer acts
They have drag nights, burlesque nights, slam poetry, live music groups, karaoke nights, you name it he does it
There’s local artists work for sale on the walls and you break it you buy it (the glass artists love this detail)
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Bruce Wayne becomes a regular in the bar but Batman is completely refused entry (except on leather/furry meet up events… if he behaves and pays entry fee -no one else has to pay entry fee-)
Not Danny becoming the most protected person in Gotham. They adore their himbo bartender. Not only does he make great drinks. He finds the best entertainment!
Bruce has to admit he is mildly charmed. The kid had a big heart. He’s just clearly blind to the obvious. But… The regulars there are calmer than they have been in years. The kids clearly doing something that helps.
Danny also runs an underground fight ring… for ghosts
He lets the ghosts let off steam by duking out in his basement (in a ghost proof cage so they can’t cheat by phasing out - to get out they have to press the ‘I forfeit’ button which they never want to)
It’s like WWE but legit - cos the ghosts really like to add pageantry to their fights even when they’re not being watched
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It starts as a way of helping the ghosts let off steam without damaging his living realm stuff (cos some ghosts like to throw down to let off steam)
They go in at all times of day/night (though he’s out his foot down about 2am-12pm because he needs his sleep) So he keeps a cctv feed of the fights on at the bar so he can make sure nothing goes sideways and he can let them back to the ghost zone when the fight is done - except everyone at the bar thinks it’s an actual channel and start making bets and giving the ghosts wrestler names (Danny doesn’t include sound to start with)
Then it gets popular and the regulars are looking forward to it so Danny asks for some friends to help make it more legit and informs the ghosts that their fights are being broadcast for entertainment (this brings in a whole host of new ghosts that want to flex their fighting skills)
Amorpho is brought in to be the host (he borrows the face of human sports commentators etc and enjoys the ability to stretch his impression skills)
Tucker makes them a YouTube/twitch stream account
Danny even goes in in various stupid costumes over his phantom look to play fight using one skill handicaps for the lols (he’s ‘the undead king’ and ‘Jack frost’ and ‘coalmine canary’ etc) - even Tucker and Sam have had a go as their ‘ghost alter egos’ with Tucker nabbing his sceptre to use Egyptian pharaoh powers and Sam doing a deal with undergrowth for a seedling pay off)
Cue Bruce Wayne seeing what appears to be a meta underground fight ring and has a mild panic attack over it one evening on a not-date with Harvey dent
Cue Batman trying to get to Danny to figure out what he’s doing with the meta’s because he can’t find any broadcasts outside the bar before the twitch channel went live - and according to Harvey the matches have been going on for months intermittently)
Some of the bar regulars even want to join in cos it looks fun - or at least watch it live
Danny is still figuring out how to do that though (he can’t very well reveal what’s going on in the basement)
Liminal/Halfa Red Hood is mistaken for a new ghost fighter and has the time of his unlife. He invites the Outlaws to the next match and soon all the Justice League adjacent teams are involved. They don slightly different costumes and pretend to be impersonators and go hog wild.
okay but we all know Jason “born theater kid” Todd would 10000% would be a wonder woman inspired drag queen on drag night
DPxDC prompt where when Vlad removes Danny’s ghost half from him following the events in TUE, he more specifically removes his Core.
The human Danny that remains is half of what he should be. Half his memories, half his personality, half his drive– half of everything that matters to him. The other half of him remains trapped in the core, locked away and desperate to reunite with his other half.
Vlad keeps the core on him at all times, determined to keep it away from Danny. He doesn’t fully understand what he’s done, but he knows that the core has life in it, and that reuniting the boy with it could prove disastrous for him. Particularly when the human Danny that remains has become such a docile, acceptable model of a son.
Vlad attends a Wayne Gala in Gotham, with the core ever on his person. There’s an odd sort of energy to Gotham. A weird, nasty curl of ectoplasm choking the air that he doesn’t care to understand. It’s just as present at the gala, and no less so when he meets Bruce Wayne and his assortment of children.
One of them appears ill. He stares at Vlad with wide eyes and an ashen face. Vlad doesn’t think much of it when the young man turns and storms off, assuming he’s finding a place to be sick.
He’s not wrong.
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Jason’s not entirely sure what he feels, looking at Vlad Masters. It’s like watching hands claw underneath a sheet of ice, knowing that someone beneath it is slowly drowning. He feels sick, he feels afraid– he feels horror and anger in equal measure.
Jason shakes, stumbling away from the encounter. He’s not sure where to even begin when Dick follows him, asking what’s wrong.
Extra layer of disaster: Danny attends the gala also and his presence feels Hollow.
Cass looks at hollow danny and is horrified. There’s nothing to read, no body language or anything, he’s just a hollow porcelain doll.
More pain? Yes yes!
Without his ghost core as a crutch to support him, Danny’s body is finally experiencing the full aftermath of the Accident.
He’s dying. A slow painful death.
There is still a link between his body and his core. So as he gets closer and closer to crossing that final line, his core gets stronger and his body more hollow.
Vlad, Fruitloop that he is, has convinced himself Daniel’s symptoms are simply him acting out. A last futile act of rebellion. For that reason he almost didn’t bring Daniel to this gala. But it’s the first Wayne Gala Vlad has been invited to in many years and he wants to try to get in with ole Brucie by bonding over children.
Danny knew he shouldn’t be in Gotham but he refused to let Cujo go hog wild in a highly populated area, especially if there where heros about who might be working with the government.
He had just placed the cap back on his thermos when he received a punch from someone tall, blond and purple all over.
It was Spoiler, and ow she had a mean left hook. Danny didn’t want to fight, especially if his opponent was a bat so, thinking fast he rapidly blurted out the first thing that came to his mind, “We'veBeenTryingToReachYouAboutYourCarsExtendedWarrenty”
Spoiler paused, trying to decipher what the heck Danny had just said, but danny was already running
Danny wasn’t sure what to expect from living with the Waynes. Okay. Thats actually a lie. He was expecting them to be like Vlad, complete fruitloop and evil or like Sam’s parents, controlling and caring way too much about image
Instead they were really nice. Sure, Damian could get kinda aggressive when his boundaries weren’t respected and Tim was someone he didn’t want to be on the wrong side of but both had been very kind to Danny.
The issue was with them being bats. Of course the Waynes didn’t know that he knew (they have a betting pool for when he finds out) and he planned to keep it that way. So when he saw Duke dressed as Signal sans the helmet standing at the kitchen counter they kinda just stared at eachother. Ghostboy was panicking. He didn’t want to be guilt tripped into being a hero like he was in Amity. Would his new family think he was a coward if he refused? Would they think he’s selfish and cut contact like Sam had?
Overwhelmed, Danny blurted out, “Nice cosplay dude!” And left.
The bats make it a game to see who Danny thinks has the best “cosplay”
As it turns out, Danny makes a pretty good leader. His little gang of homeless children has grown immensely, both from picking up strays and from assimilating other gangs into his group.
Danny might only be 10 and still figuring out his powers but dang, intangibility and flight are over powered even before you add invisibility and laser blasts. At first he regretted sneaking into the lab alone to check out the portal his parents made in this basement. Waking up in a cold alley in a city you’ve never heard of is a terrifying experience even without the corrupt cops trying to sell you into human trafficking, but finding out he had powers and could do whatever he wanted? That was great. It no longer mattered that adults didn’t listen to him or chased him around. He could do anything now. Be anything. Take anything.
He and the people under his protection often robbed places, never banks or anything but high class restaurants and stores that usually wouldn’t even let them in through the front doors. Yeah, Danny can admit most of thier robberies were because of grudges the other kids had because of how they were treated but Danny being ten thought this was fine.
The real issue was Gothams Paw Patrol (who absolutely hate being called that :3 ) they were always on thier case, Dannys especially. They kept insisting that the system could help them -Danny called bull. No one helped him or Jazz back in Amity and it was waaaay nicer that Gotham- and kept getting him and his fellow kids arrested. That didn’t really matter. Anti-meta stuff never worked on him so getting himself the other kids out was no big deal.
After overhearing a conversation between Nightwing and one of the other bats a kid came into thier current secret base announcing that Nightwing was poor and the other bats weren’t. This caught everyone attention. Appearently Nightwing was trying to establish himself outside of the colony cause he didn’t get along great with whoever the bats super daddy was, which was fair. A lot of them were runaways for one reason or another and knew a bunch of reasons why you wouldn’t want to except “free” money.
This led to them fetching Nightwings “wingdings” and batarangs instead of keeping them/selling them like they do with the others, sharing some of thier spoils with him like the groceries, jewelry, fancy clothes, ect that they stole.
Dick even catches one of the kids in his apartment in Bludhaven filling up his fridge which has him panicking about his secret id being compromised. Luckly the kids had only followed him there and didn’t think to check who was on the lease or anything cause they assumed it would be a fake name or something.
Just Dick getting forcibly adopted by a child gang.
The press was going wild. Headlines like, “A bat unmasked?” and “Bat kid gone wild!” which Danny thought was uncalled for. He didn’t even do anything that bad. All he did was rescue those kids and preformed a perfect flying kick to the mans jaw! He didn’t even knock out a tooth!
Oh. And he wasn’t even one of the bats.
Danny had only been in this dimension for a day and had no idea what was going on. He didn’t actually have plans to stay in this world long so when he saw a guy around his own age being held hostage by guys in ski masks he just acted. He just flew invisibly to the hostage and took them.
By the time the captors realized thier hostage was missing they were long gone.
Turns out the guys name was Tim and he was rich, which honestly explains the kidnapping. Tim had a lot of questions and Danny just wanted to know where to drop Tim off at.
Later that night he gets to meet the bat himself and of course he trolls Batman and makes the man chase after him around the city. This turns out to be a big mistake. As Phantom Danny wouldn’t dare use any of the fighting techniques his mother had thought him. His mother had trained in a very exclusive dojo by a legendary master who only ever took 7 pupils in his lifetime and his mom taught this stuff to Danny up until the accident. So if Phantom used these techniques his mom would know immediately that it was him.
But here no one knows who he is.
No one knows about him or Phantom.
And he doesn’t plan to stay…so why not go ham? Thus Danny play fighting the bat across streets and rooftops, through bars and crowded shopping districts all while giving witty banter.
It probably didn’t help that he was a very Robin shaped boy…so naturally all those photos of him and the dark knight wound up in the papers. Danny thought it was hilarious until he had his fill of chaos and tried to leave…only to realize he couldn’t.
He was trapped in this dimension with the mess he made. Uh oh.
