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I decided to create a masterpost or two with all the reblogs that I like in hopes that when someone sends out the “help me find that post” I can find it faster. It will be added to slowly because I do not have the patience to do it all at once. Also in no particular order of preference.
Keep in mind none of these posts are my works and I do not claim them as such.
If you see *** they are really good prompts with lots of reblogs.
Will be edited later, last updated: 3-10-25
The body on the ground looked so small.
Nightwing couldn't keep his gaze away.
Maybe it was the fact that the teenager was about Damian's age, or that he kinda looked like him, but something inside him twisted.
He felt the need to see his family again, to make sure they were alright.
He lifted his eyes off of it, as he heard steps coming from behind. A young girl, dressed in a complete goth outfit, looked between him and the body on the floor.
Dick was ready to try and calm her down, to take her away from the situation. Seeing a corpse wasn't easy for him, let alone a civilian.
The girl just sighed.
"Don't freak out"
That really sounded like something he should say.
Instead, the girl just walked up to the corpse and knelt next to it, taking out chalk from her purse and starting to draw a circle on the ground.
"He always does this, don't worry. Nothing a bit of necromancy can't solve"
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Or: Danny just dies a lot, so the team just learned how to track and resurrect him
TW: mentions of being buried alive
Damian finds out that his twin brother Danyal is alive after finding an article about purple-back gorillas, and as much as he dreads it he does have to inform his father about the child he never knew about.
Chaos explodes in the house after that revelation. Everyone is doing everything they can to dig up information on the kid. What’s weird though is that getting any sort of information out of Amity Park is proving to be quite difficult. It was a miracle it seems that Damian even found the article in the place.
In the end though they were able to find an address for the Fenton household. Which is why one week after that discovery Bruce, Damian, and Dick are all on a plane towards Illonis.
Only when they finally reach their destination late in the evening—the sun already nearly set—, and knock on the door do they come face to face with two grieving parents. The three of them are told that Danyal had died, and had been buried mere hours ago. The two are kind enough though to give them the location of his burial after they explain why they are there.
Despite it now being dark Damian refuses to go back to the hotel, and demands they go to the grave that instant. He has waited so long to be near his brother once more, and he will not waste another second.
Walking through the graveyard was a silent affair; guilt heavy in the air. As they walk closer though a light can be seen in the distance along with two individuals. Both of whom are holding shovels; digging. Once it is clear that it is Danyal’s grave specifically nothing is going to hold Damian back.
He dashes forward and tackles the closest graverobber. Bruce and Dick not far behind grab the other one out of the knee deep hole already dug. The two quickly try to explain that they are friends of Danyal, and are there to save him. That his parents buried him alive. They beg for a moment of silence to prove their case.
That is when a weak, muffled cry can be heard coming from below their feet.
When his parents had finished the portal and it didn’t work, he had decided to try and fix it so maybe they would love him again. For all that they said they loved him he knew it was a lie. They hadn’t spent any length of time longer than a meal with him since he was five. So he tried to learn about what they did, and he was actually pretty good at it! It’s not like he didn’t have the time to kill either, having no friends willing to get to know the ‘crazy people’s kid’.
Unfortunately his attempts ended up with a working portal, parents even less available than before, and with him as a half ghost. When ghosts began swarming through the portal he hid away, using his new powers to escape. After hearing what his parents talked about he didn’t want to get caught.
Things kept getting worse, especially after meeting Vlad. The man freaked him out, and he knew for a fact the guy didn’t even know he was also a halfa. As he laid there thinking about how to leave, he settled on the idea of going to the ghost zone. It ended up taking much longer than he thought to finalize his plans.
Scouting out the zone took the most time, and it was only his fascination with space that helped him figure out navigation in the odd place. He was lucky to stumble on a guy named Clockwork. Thankfully he agreed to send him someplace else in return for destroying the portal on his last pass through.
One explosion closing a portal later, bag in hand, he stepped through the portal Clockwork opened for him. Of course, he wasn’t expecting to end up in the middle of a ritual circle. Surrounded by people in robes struggling against people in various costumes. If it wasn’t for Clockwork’s warning he would have left already.
So Sam has a maniacal plan to get back at the Justice league for not believing them when they needed help.
She submits a make a wish application for her dead friend Danny has a terrible illness that could cause his heart to stop at any moment, doctors believe he may only have a few weeks left to live.
All he wants is to meet Martian Manhunter and the Justice league. She stipulated that they should absolutely not tell him it’s a make a wish thing so it doesn’t remind him about what’s coming.
Danny bears no ill will towards the league and has no idea what’s going on. When he wins tickets to meet the Justice league he flips his shit
Fun fact: Danny has developed a sort of narcolepsy where he can and will fall asleep at random times so long as he feels safe and he’s incredibly hard to wake up.
Danny’s heart stops any time he falls asleep.
So Danny is having the time of his after life, he spent most of the afternoon with Martian Manhunter, whose also having the time of his life because it’s so rare that he’s the favorite hero, and now they’re all sitting down to eat.
They’re all talking and Danny starts to doze off and just passes out then and there.
Panic ensues and all the league members are traumatized by the child that just died right in front of them.
Danny is a new technician at a rebuilt star labs. He didn't want to at first because Danny thought it would cut into his undead superhero/prince duties. Eventually though Clockwork (bullied) encouraged him and as it turns out, the lab is pretty lax about sudden "trouble at home". Plus, Danny can help set things back together when one of the Flashes messes up the timeline AGAIN.
(Flashpoint is what allowed Dan to come back as quickly as he did in the first place.)
The flash family, for lack of a better description, are straining. They're all putting up painted smiles that Danny knows aren't happening with his coworkers. Danny wants to be friendly with them but they're keeping him at a constant arms length away.
Barry, wally, Bart, and the rest of the flash family are freaking OUT. Why wouldn't they, their new technician caused the apocalypse. Granted they only know this because of an old speed scout from Bart. But it didn't have the time to tell them anymore than the name and some powers of one Dan phantom before fading. The timeline line the one man disaster's from doesn't exist anymore so they can't even check what happened or why the Dan destroyed everything. They can't even get rid of him because what if that sets off the guy!
So, Waylon adopts Danny.
Waylon wasn’t quite sure how he acquired a kid.
In fact, Waylon doesn’t even think he had actually chose himself to keep him. Instead he thinks that this kid chose him.
Right now, the small and skinny black-haired boy who’d inserted himself into his life was sat at the table his weapon’s engineer used to work. Tinkering at the bits and pieces scattered over the messy surface while Waylon himself hovered nearby.
“Are you sure that’s safe for you to be messing with kiddo?” The large, scaled man called to the boy, a hint of concern peeking through the southern twang in his accent. Elongating is ‘O’s and ‘E’s and ‘A’s.
“Yeah, it’s fine, I used to work on my parents experiments in their lab all the time,” The boy called back, and— unironically— it didn’t soothe his anxiety.
“That don’t make me feel any better squirt.”
“Well? Too bad.” This twig was going to be the cause of all Waylon’s fictitious gray hairs, he was calling it now.
Instead of lecturing the kid on safety, Waylon simply ruffled his hair with his large, clawed hands and left him to his devices.
if you ever wonder in the future why most of my ideas come to me at night please let it be known i am a night owl and also i work graveyards and thats when my hamster wheel of a brain starts working. once again there will be errors cause its 2am as usual and i just write these when the idea comes and cannot bother to correct myself. this is an old draft
prompt: Gotham City is a hub where the supernatural gather, only few were allowed to establish a line in the very core of its being. It was notoriously picky about who were allowed, it was here where the Devin family- relatives to the Wayne family had settled briefly before a portion of the family separated from the main family. It was when Danny turns to attend Gotham University where he stumbles upon the who is the matriarch of his bloodline.
Danny couldn’t help but stare at the Dullahan before him, her head was on her neck but held on with ecto fishing line as stitches and a black ribbon tied around to hide them. The Dullahan gave a smile as she tilted her head curiously, a soft laugh escaping her.
“I’m uh Danny. Danny Devin.” He had abandoned the Fenton name quickly enough after he ran away a few years ago after the reveal went wrong, he remembered how his aunt Alicia mentioned that rarely anyone in the family drop the Devin name and that his mother was one of the few was a shock to the others. In Gotham, there were countless Devins— all relatives and non relatives but they took care of each other like it was nothing. He ignored the thought of aunt Alicia being disappointed how quick his m— Maddie had changed her tune about the supernatural.
“I don’t get why your ma changed her mind like that. She could’ve been the best in the family but meeting Jack changed her. She’s not the Mads I knew.” Aunt Alicia told him one night, when he called her to let her know he was okay but he couldn’t go back home.
She accepted, never questioned and its why she was one of the few he kept in contact with. She’d been the one to tell him about their bloodline— how attuned they were with anything involving the veil and how death tended to not keep them down.
“We’re an omen, our very essence is connect to those involved in death. Maddie forgot that.”
Danny was so done. He had reached his limit and was at the point where he couldn’t lie to himself that he could handle it anymore. Something had to give. Going to Clockwork he managed to get a pity Time Stop so he could be unconscious for 3 days straight.
He then used the remaining time to finish his homework so it was out of the way. It wasn’t the best but at least it wasn’t failing. With only a day or so of time remaining, Danny spent it working with his powers. He wanted a way to decrease his burden so he wasn’t burning out.
He didn’t manage it on that day, but after more Time Police trips and promised Time Stops (half of which were spent out cold) he figured out a way to create ice golems. He had tried duplication but wasn’t getting anywhere. During a failed try he had to made an ice sculpture to vent, planning to destroy it to release his frustration, and found he had control over it.
After much more testing he found he could give basic commands to the golems. They weren’t fully thinking but it was enough for them to do basic tasks. They even had the ability to use the basic ghost powers.
Deciding to do a test run he sent one out, telling it to capture blob ghosts with as little harm as possible to the surroundings and hide from all living beings. He was relieved when it returned, having caught 4 blobs. He quickly made more golems, up to his maximum of 9, and gave them each a set of orders.
After that Danny couldn’t believe how much better it was. His only hero activities after that were going after bigger ghosts. Much later, after he had reached 20 and became the Ghost King, he sent out his golems to aid in finding stuck spirits. Which is how the whole mess started with the Justice League.
Looking for lost post
I swear I had it saved but now I can’t find it. Basically Danny creates a company the makes mechanical animals fueled by ectoplasm to help pick up trash/clean the environment and when aliens attack they all turn and become an army to defend the humans. It was a really popular post with lots of reblogs.
Edit: found
Jason Todd had seen a lot of weird things in Gotham. Lazarus pits, immortal assassins, fear gas-induced nightmares—hell, he'd been one of the weird things, once upon a time. But watching a bunch of black-market meta traffickers haul a very pissed-off redhead into an unmarked van in broad daylight was quickly climbing the ranks of what the fuck moments.
She wasn't screaming. That was the first sign that something was wrong. Most metas—or normal people—would be terrified. Instead, this girl looked annoyed.
Jason had been tracking this particular ring for weeks. They specialized in kidnapping metas with "unique features"—horns, glowing eyes, animal traits, things that marked them as different. The bastards made a killing selling them off to the highest bidder.
The girl—Jazz, he caught one of the thugs saying—fit their usual type. Her hands, bound behind her, had faint green veins pulsing under her skin, as if something otherworldly coursed through her. Her eyes flickered a ghostly green before settling back into a sharp, human blue.
Jason knew that look. It was the look someone got when they were waiting.
For what? Backup? Did she have a tracker? A hidden weapon?
He was about to interfere when Jazz sighed dramatically and muttered, "You poor, poor idiots."
Jason didn't have time to wonder what she meant before his comms flared to life with a frantic Oracle.
"Red Hood, stand down—I repeat, do not engage—the girl's parents are en route, and—holy shit—these guys have no idea what they just did."
Jason frowned. "Parents? Who—"
And then he saw the tank.
It barreled down the street, mounted with weapons that absolutely should not be street legal, glowing green with ominous energy. The side of the vehicle had a logo painted in jagged white letters:
FENTON WORKS
The doors flew open, and a massive man in an orange jumpsuit leaped out, wielding what could only be described as an anti-aircraft cannon converted into a rifle. His wife followed, a visor covering her eyes, her sleek blue bodysuit glowing with strange symbols.
"JAZZ!" the man bellowed, aiming the cannon at the traffickers as if they were just another ghost to blast into oblivion.
"Hey, Dad!" Jazz called, still completely unbothered as one of the thugs tried to hold a knife to her throat. "You might want to be careful. They think I'm a meta."
"Oh, honey," her mom said, pulling out a gun that looked like it belonged in a sci-fi horror movie. "They won't be thinking anything in a few minutes."
Jason took a slow step back.
He'd seen Bruce handle hostage situations with surgical precision. He'd seen Dick talk down armed criminals with nothing but charm and a smile.
He had never seen two civilians go full scorched earth on a meta trafficking ring without so much as a plan beyond "rescue daughter, destroy everything."
The traffickers barely had time to react before green energy blasts tore through their van, their weapons, and the street around them. The sheer destructive enthusiasm was a sight to behold.
One thug made the mistake of aiming a gun at Maddie Fenton. She shot him with a glowing net that phased through his skin before electrifying him into unconsciousness. Another tried to run—Jack Fenton threw what looked like a modified bear trap, which snapped shut around the guy’s legs and dragged him back, screaming.
Jazz, still tied up, sighed as one guy tried to use her as a human shield. "You do realize that you're standing between me and them, right?"
The thug barely had time to consider his life choices before Maddie calmly shot him in the leg.
Jason, crouched on a nearby rooftop, slowly exhaled.
Well. The ring was definitely out of commission.
As the Fentons loaded the unconscious criminals into their highly illegal ghost-proof containment units, Jazz finally noticed Jason watching. She arched a brow.
"Hey, Red Hood, right?"
Jason, still processing, just nodded.
Jazz smirked. "You look like you're having a what the fuck moment."
Jason stared at the still-smoking wreckage of what used to be a human trafficking operation and then at the grinning, trigger-happy Fenton parents.
"Yeah," he said. "Yeah, that about sums it up."
Something we don't see enough in the crossover is the effect growing up in Fenton Works has on Danny.
And No, I'm not talking about the hazardous materials and bountiful lab safety violations, I'm talking about the sheer amount of weapons tucked into the most random spots. I mean they have a literally armory in the basement, there's a machine gun in the cupboard and several in the walls, his dad kept a bazooka in the shower, etc.
So Danny grew up extremely used to finding and ignoring weapons stashed in a room. Which has incredibly funny potential if he's visiting idk maybe Jason, as a supposed civilian. And just casually pulls out a stashed weapon, fidgets with it for a while then put it back. All subconsciously without looking, or even realizing what he's doing.
Exact reaction would probably depend on the character, but I think the other person is probably both amused and concerned.
Bonus if Danny doesn't know about the night job of the other person and realized way too late that he isn't back at home, why the fuck are there guns everywhere???
Okay I saw this post LINK and this came to mind
Danny was in Gotham for a week. Like usual, his luck was really bad. There was a massive Rogue attack all over the city. As he was running he stumbled upon the Batmobile, debris scattered over it. He would have honestly just continued past it but having super hearing, he could hear the robotic “auto drive is unable to engage d-” A crash nearby blocked out the rest but it didn’t really matter.
Did the Batmobile have protections on it to prevent stealing? Yes. Did they matter to a half-ghost? No. Considering for barely a second he transformed, and dove into the vehicle. In a matter of moments he dug around, quickly understanding all the bells and whistles due to his extensive experience from the GAV. He grabbed one of the face masks and stuck it on, grabbed a com and put it in.
Flipping the com on, he spoke, “Names Phantom, no time for questions, I’m in the Batmobile. Auto Drive is down, so where am I needed?” There was a burst of questions and exclamations but he cut them off. “I said there is no time for questions! Whoever is in the chair, GPS to where I need to go for pick up!”
He started driving. Normally he was a perfect driver, but that didn’t mean he didn’t know how to drive like his Dad. He followed the directions quickly, hearing Oracle swear. “How the hell have you not plowed into a wall?!” Danny just gives a grin. “Mad Skillz.”
Soon he is skidding around a corner, the fight in front of him. Clicking a button, weapons appear, most non-lethal. Firing a few, he skids to a stop next to an injured bat and the door opens. “Taxi has arrived!” He jokes. Soon he is driving off following the GPS to wherever the Bat’s doctor is, the two injured in the backseat. He manages to drive slightly less crazy but still fast, though he is sure by the yells behind him they don’t think his driving is actually much better.
After all the craziness has ended, everyone is exhausted and is in no shape to interrogate him. He is given a place to sleep and conks out. Tomorrow is Future Danny’s problem. At least he figured out how to stay in ghost form while unconscious before all this happened.
(I don’t have anything to connect it to above but have a snippet)
Snippet from later, during the inevitable interrogation: “Where did you learn to drive like that? Civilians don’t have that kind of evasive driving experience.”
“Oh I learned it from my Dad. My parents built their own vehicle, which was like a Tank honestly. They called it the GAV. I know how to drive normally, unlike him, but I learned how he drove since it was a family bonding thing. Surprisingly I’ve used it more than I thought. My luck is really just that bad.”
this isn’t as good in my thoughts because writing as bruce??? really hard. how am i supposed to write a paranoid man if i am the most chillest person i can be… anyway heres your part 2 food of this au, not sure if i’ll continue writing more parts? depends on how i feel.
errors are made and sorry the the lackluster performance this might be
if you want to use my prompt please give me credits thank you
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Danny very much prefers to have nobody intervene on his business as the vigilante of Amity Park. He’s essentially called dibs on it if you consider the fact that the entire town is basically his metaphorical grave since it’s his haunt and he did die to make the portal to the Ghost Zone open. He very much ignores that specific can of worms because that’s a heavy topic that he won’t ever talk about because Spectra really ruined his own outlook on professionals. Jazz will most likely want to open that can but that’s for future Danny.
Where was he? Oh yeah.
Danny very much likes being a solo hero with his friends and sister aiding when they can. He very much dislikes the fact that people have been trying to enter his haunt without permission. Does he know why people who tried to pass through Amity Park suddenly find themselves back at where the welcome sign is? No. Is he going to ask? Also no because it allows the residents and himself privacy even when he’s got the GIW on his tail or even his own parents.
He’s not going to rebuke this gift especially with his influx of fame. Which reminds Danny that he needs to post a new tweet, maybe a video of Cujo playing with the kids in the park from a few days ago? He figures people would be more interested if they knew a ghost dog existed. Maybe he can include one of Ember’s concerts or something.
Man he has so many videos to post and such little time to do so, but he thinks Sam and Tucker are having fun being his PR team with the way Sam had a manic gleam in her eyes when Lois Lane and Clark Kent sent her a message of twitter asking for an interview. All while Tucker basically going giddy at Red Robin and Oracle trying to get through the firewall that’s blocking Amity Park from eyes being too close for all their comforts.
Bruce Wayne had a child that was somehow kidnapped right out of the hospital just hours after being born. He of them ever stopped looking despite how cold the trail had grown.
Years later there is some rouge attack and a civilian child was injured and taken to the hospital. Bruce does a DNA test on the blood found at the scene and concludes that the child is actually his long lost kid.
Dani was planning to sneak out of the hospital the moment the doctors stopped looking at her. Then Bruce Wayne of all people comes in and claims that she is his long lost child. She knows that this is very impossible because she is a clone, but Bruce won't listen to her and she really doesn't want to explain the clone thing to a "normal" stranger.
This does brings up a lot of questions about how Danny ended up living with the Fentons though.
Danny keeps on meeting Brucie Wayne at Galas when he goes to keep Sam company. He hates the man. There is no adoption, no adoption jokes, he never meets Batman. Give me Danny Fenton and his unending beef with Brucie Wayne. Bruce finds this absolutely hilarious. This feisty 14 year old is incredibly fun to antagonize.
Dpxdc Prompt #71
Mind control is a bitch to go through and depending on how smart the person doing the controlling, not as easily detectable as you would think. If someone is mind controlling you, they may or may not have access to your memories, and therefore access to any codewords or protocols to follow while puppeteering.
Which is why the Bats have each other's micro expressions memorized and do everything they can to try and keep magic users out of Gotham.
It is also why, when Tim started acting strange on patrol, Dick noticed. And Dick has never been one to stand aside while his siblings are being taken advantage of.
