This Was Originally Supposed To Be A Single Drawing But I Liked The Idea And So I Extended It To Be This

Part 2: The Watchtower

Danny wasn’t technically a member of the Batfamily. But considering he had been crashing at one of their safehouses for the past couple of weeks and running night patrols with Robin, he was basically an honorary stray at this point. Which is how he ended up at the Watchtower when the Justice League was holding a debriefing.

Danny didn’t expect much to happen—until Superman walked in, took one look at him, and froze.

His eyes narrowed as he turned to Batman. “Bruce,” he said, voice laced with suspicion. “Is this the same one from the cleanup?”

Danny blinked. “Oh, cool, I get to be a ‘this one.’ That’s not ominous or anything.”

Superman ignored him, gaze locked onto Batman. “You know his heartbeat is wrong, right?”

That made Danny pause. He put a hand over his chest, mildly offended. “Uh, rude?”

“It’s not human,” Superman said firmly. “It’s close—but there’s something off about it. Bruce, tell me you did not just bring home an unknown meta without vetting him first.”

Batman, to his credit, didn’t even look up from his data pad. “I know what he is.”

Superman frowned. “And?”

Batman didn’t elaborate.

Danny grinned. “See, this is why I love working with Bats. So good at keeping a secret.”

Superman wasn’t amused. “What are you?”

Danny tilted his head. “A guy who really likes pancakes.”

“Not what I meant.”

“Wow, rude again.”

Superman’s frown deepened. Danny could practically feel the suspicion rolling off him.

The kid’s heartbeat wasn’t human. That was odd enough. But something about it nagged at him—because it wasn’t just different. It was familiar. He couldn't place it exactly, but it reminded him of something. Kryptonian? No, that was impossible. …Right?

Superman listened closer, trying to pick apart what exactly was off about it, but the more he focused, the more the suspicion dug in. His mind whirred, running through possibilities. Half-Kryptonian? A clone? A hybrid of some kind? The lack of information was driving him insane.

By the time they left the Watchtower, Superman was still staring at Danny like a puzzle he couldn’t quite solve. 

Then Danny, ever the dramatic little menace, casually floated up into the air like it was nothing.

Superman stared.

Danny caught his expression, grinned, and gave him a mock salute. “Later, Big Blue.” And then he shot into the sky, disappearing into the vastness of space like it was just another Tuesday.

Superman turned to Batman, expression unreadable. “Bruce.”

Batman didn’t look up. “Clark.”

Superman pointed at where Danny had disappeared. “He flew.”

“Yes.”

“Without a jetpack. Or wings.”

“Yes.”

Superman folded his arms. “You cannot tell me that didn’t look Kryptonian to you.”

Batman smirked, finally glancing his way. “I collect strays, Clark. That doesn’t mean I always explain them.”

Superman huffed.

That kid, no Bruce said his name was Phantom, is definitely Kryptonian.

And Clark was going to prove it.

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2.5: Danny vs. Superman (on Behalf of Kon)

A couple of weeks later, Danny met Young Justice. And by met, he meant he immediately took interest in Kon-El—aka Superboy, aka Superman’s clone—because, well. Having a clone of yourself was a whole mess of weird, and Danny had some very strong opinions about it.

At first, this whole thing had just been funny. Messing with Superman? Hilarious. Letting him think he was Kryptonian? Comedy gold.

But now? Now it was personal.

Because the more he learned about Kon, the more pissed off he got.

Superman didn’t even acknowledge him? Treated him like he wasn’t worth his time? Oh, hell no. Danny knew what that was like—the existential crisis, the what even am I spiral, the feeling of being ignored by someone who should have given a damn. But Danny had figured it out. And Ellie—his own clone, his little sister—was one of the best things to ever happen to him.

Superman didn’t get to just pretend Kon didn’t exist.

So yeah. Maybe Danny had started this whole thing as a joke.

But now?

Now he was going to teach Kon Kryptonian. And they definitely weren’t telling Superman.

Masterpost

DPXDC Prompt# 1- Tea on Time "No. Nope. Nuh Uh." Dani rocketed out of Clockwork's tower like a bat out of hell. Wondering if bleach could wipe her memories if she unstabilizes and reforms her head. "Dani, Please? DANI?! WAIT!" The purple-robed figure was just a leg behind her as he kept trying to freeze time, sporting a blush just as dark as his robes against his normally blue skin.

Dani has never been happier for her sixth sense telling her to ask Danny for the medallion. Otherwise, she had no idea what the Time Ancient would do to not let this slip. 2 hours earlier Of course, another halfa was sent to bash a member of the Flash family. Supposedly, the reaction to speedsters was a tale as old as time.

Little did she know, she'd discover just how wrong that was. Or With Jasmine having Dani collect dirt on the ancients, the clone halfa finds out the reason Clockwork beefs with the Flash family is because he was the speed force when he was a teen and achieved some enlightenment that forever keeps a 16-year-old version of the ancient as a separate entity. This whole time, Clockwork has to keep living with the reminder of his young and dumb mistake and has his grandkids clean up his mess.

Wheel of Fortune

Fandom: DP x DC Ship: Dead on Main (Jason/Danny) Inspired by this post

Jason was relaxing with a book in one of the student lounges at Gotham U. It had been hours since his last class ended, but this couch was comfortable and he’d just reached an interesting point in his book. He’d read it before, but that was beside the point. Around him the lounge area had emptied out as it had neared dinner time. The TV had been left on by someone and it was now playing reruns of Wheel of Fortune - easily ignorable background noise, so Jason hadn’t bothered to locate the remote.

Footsteps behind him instantly drew his attention but he kept his shoulders relaxed and his eyes on the book. He’d stopped reading but still turned a page. He waited for the footsteps to pass by, but they didn’t. They stopped right behind him. They-

“Fuck me in the ass tonight?” There was a note of disbelief in the question.

Jason’s head snapped up, bewildered and saw a young man: black hair, blue eyes, short, slight build, looked like a stiff wind could blow him over - not a threat, the back of his mind concluded. He had been looking towards the direction of the TV, but when Jason turned to look at him he snapped suddenly horrified eyes onto Jason. His face turned increasingly red. He completely clammed up.

Intrigued Jason looked at the screen showing Wheel of Fortune and ah-

He suddenly understood.

“Luck be in the air tonight,” he announced confidently.

There was the sound of a slap and Jason turned to find the other man covering his face with a groan and a mumbled, “not for me it isn’t.”

Jason found a smirk stretching his lips and he just couldn’t help it.

“Well that depends?”

Danny was absolutely mortified, he couldn’t believe he’d said that out loud and not only that but a handsome stranger had heard his absolute fail, but that last statement had him pausing. He let his hand fall away. The smirk he was met with made his knees feel a little weak.

“Depends?” Danny squeaked.

And oh shit, the man stood up and walked towards him and he was like a head taller than Danny and he looked like he could fold Danny in half. Danny gulped, he definitely had a problem. And then he was standing right up in Danny’s space.

The little agreeing hum from deep in the man’s chest set Danny’s body on fire. He leaned in close to Danny’s ear so he could feel the cool air of his breath tickling the short hairs at the nape of his neck.

“Depends on how much you meant the first statement.”

Danny’s brain broke a little.

The man was completely frozen before Jason and he leaned back with a small frown, slightly worried.

“You okay?” Jason asked.

It took a moment, before he seemingly came online again. He blinked and focused back on Jason.

“Is this a joke?”

Jason shrugged, suddenly self-conscious, because he didn’t really normally flirt and he was starting to feel like he should back further away. He didn’t, but it was a close thing.

“If you want it to be?” He finally settled on.

“And if I don’t?”

Jason sucked in a breath when blue eyes met his own. He wet his lips nervously, feeling like he was balancing on the summit of a mountain about to take a plunge. “Then it’s not.”

“Oh, thank fuck.”

Jason barely registered the words before he was pulled down into a kiss with surprising strength, and there were hands in his hair tugging deliciously and it was Jason’s back hitting a wall and huh, maybe he needed to re-assess the threat level, but later; Jason was busy right now.

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Hope you enjoyed this silly thing. If you're not too busy tell me what you thought on the way out, comments make the day brighter and it feeds the muse.

btw important clarification: Duke chose the morning shift himself. the sentiment that bruce needed someone to patrol in the morning is straight up untrue, duke's early training was right beside batman solving crimes and chasing criminals at night but as he was figuring out his place in the Gotham vigilante scene working at night just did not work for him. Eventually he chose to work during the daytime specifically because of his mother's ideology, that it's easier to recognize truth in the light, and because it allows him better direct access to the people of Gotham.

Duke is a very community centered character. He is big on his beliefs about it and redemption. Saying Bruce chose the day for him removes Duke's agency as a character and is a fundamental misunderstanding of him. He was Gothams robin (not batman's) for a reason. he was going to do his "protect and uplift the community by any means" thing no matter what, he was doing it before he even met bruce and it was the reason they met in the first place. he works in the morning because it's where the people are and it's the best way to see them in all their truths and complexities and for them to see him and know that everything is going to be okay

Unexpected siblings AU

Aka Jazz fenton is a certified therapist friend and a tad bit of a gremlin child, but both fenton kids gain a shit ton of siblings.

Everyone knows that Jack and Maddie fenton were deeply in love with two kids when they moved to Amity Park but what wasn't known was the fact that danny was not Jack's son or that jazz wasn't Maddie's daughter. So when shit went down with the GIW, the elder fentons sent their respective kids to their other biological parents for their safety.

Jack had always known his little girls bio mother was most likely someone unsavory and quite honestly pegged them as a possible spy. This made sense to him since Jazz had been left on his doorstep a good year after her mother disappeared from Jack's life, even if that meant he probably didn't know her actual name.

Meanwhile, Maddie always knew who her sons father was afterall she had been born of old money but chose to leave that life behind once she met Jack. Maddie had gotten a bit tipsy at a gala her parents threw alongside one Brucie Wayne, which ended up in a one night stand that gave her Danny.

So, while the two teenagers were on the run from the GIW, they stuck together with Jazz, promising she wouldn't leave her brother behind unless she knew he was going to be ok before going to find her birth mother. Both siblings grew out their hair, Jazz letting her natural brown hair grow in, in order to better hide from the guys in white while danny jist let his hair get shaggy while using some of his ghost energy to change his eye color to green just enough so that his eyes wouldn't glow. It didn't take long for them to run into something they didn't expect...

*The fenton siblings standing in front of the main entrance to Wayne manor.*

Danny: I know mom and dad wanted us to be safe, but are we sure this guy would even believe us?

Jazz: *Giving her brother a small hug.* If he doesn't, you can always come with me while I search for my biological mother.

Bruce & Talia: *Stepping out of the vehicle, they used to discuss damiens safety from the one's who led a coup against Ra's, freezing once they make it to the door because of the teenage doppelganger's standing in front of them.*

Danny: *Being the certified gremlin he was, turning around pretty fast when he heard them approaching and recognizing Bruce Wayne pretty easily.* Surprise, it's a boy! Can we come inside, please?

Constantine’s Kids

A small town in Illinois is suing the American government for discrimination against their race. Desperate to get out of this, the government tasks the Justice League with investigation.

Clockwork had to finally admit to the other ancients that he couldn't handle it. But of all people to tell him that it was a recipe for disaster, it was UNDERGROWTH?! UNDERGROWTH TOLD HIM FIRST! AS. A. WEED?! He's the literal concept of time! He had the patience to do this!

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He did not. He didn't listen to the ancient of dreams who told him his grandson was a literal nightmare. Nor did he listen to the ancient of ice who wasn't doubting that the great one could easily be fueled by spite. The boy was half human and a growing ghost. He's been villainized for so long that Amity could hardly be called his haunt anymore. His grandkids were indeed statistically and cosmic anomalies. But for all that's good in the world, he had the patience to know the realm would choose a new king. One who didn't desire to conquer each half-ass rock the living deemed a keep, a home.

But that was where he made his mistake. For there was only one family that truly tested his patience before this. None of that could prepare him for the person that can and will get into his personal space. He couldn't bear it anymore when all of his robes were replaced with inflatable T-Rex costumes. He couldn't bare that the coffee machine gifted to him always poured a hot and delicious brew turned to a popsicle when it makes contact with his tongue. And the NOOT NOOTS! He couldn't bear to move when even the slightest twitch would bring on the onslaught of clay penguins that stood still in the corners of his eyes. MENACINGLY! He could only freeze time in 10-second intervals for a moment of peace. But that time was getting shorter. The longer the boy king was gone, the more he was getting used to the bridge of space-time, and it showed to no one but him. 10 turned to 8 and then to 6. By the time it got to 3, Clockwork was reduced to a sobbing mess. Bad enough that the Observants tried to comfort him. THE OBSERVANTS!!! Of all the things he had to interrupt because of the timelines being in danger, it was the day his grandson was going to the observatory with friends after promising he'd leave the boy alone for a month. He couldn't even let him go for five hours. He needed a break. And his grandson needed less time on his hands.

How was he doing all this and still keeping up with lessons and paperwork? How could he hide his devilish smile from the other ancients and make them think Clockwork was going mad?! He needed someone. Anyone. NO! NOT ANYONE! Vlad, the GIW, and his own parents were fair enough to show that not everyone would treat his demonic grandson kindly or allow him free will. Wait a minute. Demonic? Oh? Oh, this could work. - Not a billionaire fruit loop: Check. - Deals with levels of the occult: Not most denizens, but it's a start. Check. - Someone leading a heroic life without being a hero. ... Check. - Snarky: CHECK!CHECK!CHECK! Clockwork could cry with the intrinsic connection they shared to be there at the right time. The mountain of paperwork involving this man was just the cherry on top! NOOT- He sucked that tear right back in. He had a plan. He could do this! At least until his grandson forgives him. Hopefully. Now, how does he deliver the news?

Guys I need some help. I have the beginning of an idea but no idea where to go from it.

I read somewhere about how Danny bought all of Constantine contracts because of all the fighting and paperwork he had to do over it. But what if Constantine's punishment came from Clockwork instead of Danny? The punishment?

John Constantine is now the legal adult of Danny "I'm already half dead so why not" Phantom. Who does whatever he wants cause literally why not?

(Please add onto this I desperately want to see where this will go)

Danielle as a bat~ Here's my concept idea for it. She be a feral gremlin.. also 100% Batman has a toddler leash just in case.

Also her skirt hooks to her gauntlets to make wings. So she can "glide".. basically to disguise the fact she can actually fly. Same with the ear piece, she A. wanted to look like a real bat... and B. to mask that she has super hearing. make rogues think its an accessory. She tiny but feral.. but on a more chaotic scale then damian. lol

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