CAT Ghost INSTINCTS

Imagine the batkids accidentally kidnapping Danny. Like they see some black haired kid passed out by the bat mobile after patrol and they just stick him in the car without checking bc hey that’s probably one of the batkids and they’re in a hurry. They do a headcount and just completely gloss over him bc one of them is out doing something else (probably red hood) and they completely forgot. Literally no one realizes until Danny wakes up in the batcave and is like whaaaaaat the actual fuck. Just completely ridiculous hijinks

Or if you want to make it angsty, you can set it after Jason died but before Tim became Robin. Bruce, in a rush, hasn’t gotten used to one less number and Dick, who regularly hallucinates his brother (that’s a thing in the comics) doesn’t question it

Mourning Symptoms

Warning: Dissociation, mentions of mental breakdowns, character’s death and canon typical violence.

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The death was unexpected, it left all of them feeling empty and finding their own ways to grieve.

And the way it happened?

Well, that too left a lot to be desired.

***

First few days were a blur for Jazz. She honestly was a bit ashamed to admit it, as an upcoming psychologist but it seemed like she dissociated a lot. She would sit at the table, lay on her bed or even start reading her textbooks and then she would realise a few hours have passed.

It was scary when it happened the first time. And then three more times after that. But if Jazz was one thing, it was being highly self aware of her mental state so it didn't take too long to figure out what's going on.

Most afternoons, the young woman would find herself lying in bed, looking at her ceiling.

Her mind would wander, usually, ultimately, taking her to the time of accident. Making her wonder if she could have done something differently. If she could do more. If anything would change the outcome.

Her thoughts would blend with each other and Her Head would start filling up with static-like, white noise. It was just like going underwater, when noises became less and less, until exchanged for the feeling of plunged lug holes, strained from the pressure below the waves.

Her ears would become deaf to her mother's screams from downstairs, telling her about dinner, then supper. Then deaf to words meant to bring comfort. Told through the door as Madeline Fenton worried and promised empty ‘everything is going to be okay’ and ‘we are here if you need us’ before going to turn in and fall into uneasy slumber.

Jazz was deaf to it all. Her eyes unseeing, unfocused, no longer taking in her ceiling.

She wasn't doing anything, just existing. Just losing time. Sometimes she would shake out of the stupor. Jazz would realise what time it was and began doing anything to keep the thoughts away, forsaking the sleep for the night.

Sometimes she would fall into hectic slumber littered with stormy dreams. Waking up during different hours each time.

After those, worst days passed and she finally regained some semblance of time awareness. It had been more than a week since the accident.

Jazz tried all possible ways to deal with guilt and grief. She tried to reason with herself, tried to rationalise it, compartmentalize her thoughts and finally she broke down.

It helped somewhat, she would think.

But it would take a long while for her to feel normal again. The feeling of a rock in her chest grew and she knew, the grief and guilt would not ease anytime soon.

**

Sam was once again lost in thoughts, laying on her bed.

In the month that followed the incident she seemed to lose a lot of time like that.

She still couldn't believe what happened. One of her friends was gone, this time for good and there was nothing she could do. This time there was no supernatural solution. No coming back from the dead.

She remembered, like through fog when a week after, she still held hope. The second, she snuck into the lab, took The Spectre speedster and flew herself to the Time keep.

Sam yelled at the Time Ghost until her throat felt raw and ached.

Then she was gently sent out of the Clockworks keep and cried in the safety of her room.

She couldn’t talk afterwards but she knew without doubt. That accident was partially her fault.

She had been responsible for her friend's death. Twice.

So she did what she always has done.

She kept busy.

In following weeks Samantha created three separate new campaigns dedicated to saving the planet. Remodeled her bedroom four times, until it looked just like at the beginning and created fourteen separate diy articles of clothing.

All in all Sam was doing everything she could in order not to think, what wasn’t an easy task. Her mind was dead set on going back to the accident, again and again. And once she started thinking about the incident, her mind was reminding her about the portal one. Two times her friend died. Two times and only one of them brought the dead one back.

Most nights Sam shed tears in the safety of her bedroom, always making sure no traces of them were left in the morning. Her mind was not a nice place to be these days and her grandmother noticed.

So if there were days when both of them sat holding each other's hands and talking about nothing and everything, pretending in front of Sam’s parents that everything was okay, it was only between them.

**

Tucker wasn't faring much better than his Gothic friend. Not only he worried for all People dear to him, he developed obsession in his own right. Always checking where everyone's where. Always noting whatever words he said that could hurt them and apologising whenever there was a slight chance they did.

Tucker was very pointedly not thinking about what transpired four weeks prior but all signs that something was wrong were there.

The boy was quieter than usual, skittish and keeping track of everyone he cared about.

His parents noticed of course, their son, usually an open boy, was closing up and hiding things from them. He was obsessively noting every detail, every little thing and overthinking everything. It was like Tucker was afraid everyone would disappear.

Breaking point came when his father found the document on his computer, detailing two weeks worth of every single move of both him, his wife and their boy’s friends.

All the times they left their respective houses, what they were wearing, when they got back. It was all there and a worrying sign.

Intervention came soon after that and whatever Tucker’s parents expected was not almost three hours long babbling and denying of everything before a full on breakdown that lasted equally as long.

Tucker didn’t outright admit what happened but he lost the possibility of ignoring that everything was okay.

The road to his mind’s stability would be long but Tucker’s parents were ready to help his son, even if they didn’t know what happened to send him into such state… yet.

**

Valerie Gray was sitting on her bed, out of everyone she seemed to be the most put together it looked like. She saw Sam and Tucker at school and they were a mess.

Just last year Valerie wouldn’t even know there was anything wrong with them but she got to know them through Danny and knew they weren’t okay. Not even remotely and even if they tried to make it seem like everything was fine, putting on a brave facade, at this point there was no fooling her.

To be completely fair to them, Valerie was doing exactly the same thing they did. She was acting like everything was normal, like an accident didn’t happen… like she didn’t play a part in it.

Valerie ate dinner with her father and went to her room, only then she allowed herself to show weakness, sliding down the wall onto the floor. She curled her legs to her chest and turned her head. Her eyes caught the glimpse of the box underneath her bed and she pulled it out of there.

Opening it, she didn’t know what to feel and her Red Huntress costume didn’t have an answer for her either. Only thing she knew was that she would not wear it again. Or at least for a very long while.

It was just like what Phantom told her once before, „can you really take part in destroying the human?”. And the worst irony of all was, he would never be able to ask her that again.

Not to mention, the answer was obvious - yes.

Valerie shut the box and kicked it back under the bed, hot tears already falling.

**

The knock on the door was not expected at four in the afternoon but as luck would have it he was the only one home and therefore had to open them.

„Hello Daniel” greeted Vlad Masters smiling in the nicest possible way a millionaire and reformed villain could.

Danny sighed realising that since Vlad was in fact (kind of) reformed and was actually bothering to knock, therefore he would have to let him in.

Black haired boy stepped aside, motioning the inside of the house.

„Come in.” He said, prompting a wider smile that looked a tad bit too like a villain one.

As Vlad made it inside the house with an actual leather bag that, judging from the smell, contained snacks Danny felt relief.

For the past three months Vlad was trying, more for Dani than him really but he was trying. Today Danny didn’t have to worry about poison in his food. What was more worrying was why Vlad was at his house in the first place. As subtle as he could, Danny shot a message to Jazz.

„What brings you here today?” Asked the younger half ghost, deciding to thread carefully.

Vlad moved to the kitchen like he owned the place and proceeded to deposit his bag on the counter, before proceeding to pull out more and more containers full of food.

„I thought I would drop by.” Intoned the older man, still putting out the boxes „Dani likes to hang out with you and I cannot have my beloved daughter and dear godson going hungry now, can I?” Vlad hummed to himself.

Danny stilled and shifted to a more tense position as his ex-enemy continued to hum to himself while unwrapping the food.

„Vlad, do you remember what happened five weeks ago?” The teen asked warily.

The hand that was about to put a box of meat rolls on the counter stilled, the man’s eyes widened.

„No…”

It wasn’t the first time it happened and Danny knew exactly what was coming.

„Vlad…” started Danny, deciding to be direct. „Danielle is gone.”

„No!” Vlad snarled, meat rolls falling onto the floor as he swirled, his eyes blazing red.

„Yes, Vlad she is gone. Dead. Permanently.”

Vlad lunged, shifting mid way. Danny let his transformation wash over him as he turned them both intangible and let them fall through the floor and into the lab.

His parents never learned the truth and it was way easier to explain the damages done to the lab then the ones sustained by the living room.

Two ghosts grappled for a while, Vlad snarling like a wild animal.

Phantom kicked him off of him and blasted him with ectoblasts.

Vlad deflected and their battle continued for a while longer. They used ectoblasts, threw each other towards walls and onto various appliances, Dany knew well, he will have to repair and grapple with each other. As the time went by, Plasmius attacks kept getting weaker.

Finally Dany pinned Plasmius to the floor, feeling that the ghost was shivering all over. Dark circles moved up and down, revealing human Vlad again.

„She can’t be gone.” Whispered the other half ghost. „She can’t”.

Phantom let go and found himself being latched onto as a grown man wept.

Danny’s eyes were empty.

**

Vlad was lucky, the rest of the Fentons went out on a Jazz college festival thing. Otherwise it would be an awkward situation all around.

It took the man two hours to calm down enough to take his medications and nearly another one before he left, promising to not forget taking the pills again.

Left alone again, Danny stood in front of the Portal, once again in his Phantom form.

He opened the portal and flew into the Zone, moving towards his most frequent destination lately.

Landing behind Clockwork who was monitoring other timelines in his keep, Danny straightened up.

„Hello Danny.” Greeted the Ancient of time, without even turning around. „Ready for our next lesson?” There was amusement in his voice.

„I am.” A short answer came, more and more common these days.

There was silence for a minute before the older being shifted into his adult form and with amusement colouring his voice spoke, finally turning to face Danny.

„Ask what you want to ask.”

Danny kept silent for a moment longer, his eyes hardened and teeth clenched even harder.

„If I do this… is it possible? Were you telling the truth?” Danny’s voice was steady, he clearly wanted confirmation.

Clockwork shifted into his old form and smiled condescendingly.

„I did not lie Daniel. If you become the king of all ghosts, as per your right.” Clockwork began flying closer to young Halfa. „You will have enough power and authority to bring her back.”

Danny looked at his mentor, at his grandfather. Danny looked at the time.

Truth was, Danny didn’t mourn Danielle, he went ahead and tried to find another way. That way turned out to be, for him to forsake his freedom, not just yet but eventually.

He glanced back at Clockwork who was still smiling.

„Shall we begin?” The question sounded like he had a choice.

Danny’s eyes glowed brighter.

„Yes.”

Danny has a podcast

Imagine Danny, after years of being ridiculed by mass media, decides to go on a podcast so his side of the story can be heard.

Problem is he can’t find a podcast to go on. A lot of them are to afraid of Phantoms enemies or just not interested. So in classic Danny fashion he decides to fix the problem himself so records and releases a 1 hour tell all interview on being a teenage hero. With Danny as the host and Phantom as the guest with some help from Tucker for the editing to make it all seem like one seamless conversation between two people.

All posted on a YouTube channel they made called “Beneath the Cape”

He thought it would be a one time thing. That maybe down the road he might do another interview with his dead self to talk about other things but he really didn’t expect more than that.

He definitely did not expect to get emails from other heroes asking if they can come on the podcast as a guest.

Because apparently being frustrated by the media giving you a bad wrap is a universal experience in the hero world and after a thorough background check they trusted him to portray them in a more accurate light.

He never could have imagined it get this big but now look at him. Having a shared ranting session with Red Hood about weird billionaires trying to be their fathers.

Do you know the names of the colors in Latin?

Yes. Here is a list of them:

Colores Latini

You will find discrepancies in the names of colors among different sources. John C. Traupman’s book Conversational Latin for Oral Proficiency explains why:

The vagueness of Latin color terms is due to the origin of colors out of dyestuff and pigments. The colors of minerals vary, and dyes produce different effects according to the mode of preparation and the materials dyed. Their applications have to be guessed from literary sources, which for the most part are incidental and vague. Color names used by poets tend to be applied metaphorically or indefinitely.To get a better idea of how the Romans applied color terms, it is necessary to cite the objects to which colors were attached. For example, when Horace describes Augustus as being transformed into a god, he speaks of the lips of the deified Augustus as purpúreus, indicating his health. Purpúreus, at least there, is crimson, not purple.

I find that, even in more modern times, different Latin writers have their own different sets of terms. For example, these are Newton’s terms for ROY G. BIV:

 Rubeus: Red

Aureus: Orange

Flavus: Yellow

Viridis: Green

Caeruleus: Blue

Indicus: Indigo

Violaceus: Violet

Here are the adjectival color words that I usually use:

roseus: pink

ruber: red

aurantius or luteus: orange

flavus: yellow

viridis: green

caeruleus: blue

purpureus: purple

indicus or indigoticus: indigo

violaceus: violet

albus: (dead) white

candidus: (shining) white

ater: (dull) black

niger: (shining) black

griseus or canus: grey

brunneus or fuscus: brown

Some other things to know:

The prefix sub- means “somewhat” or “almost” and can often be rendered by the English suffix -ish: albus, “white,” so subalbus, “whitish”; flavus, “yellow,” so sufflavus, “yellowish.”

Many of the color adjectives derive from the names of the objects to which they are attached: e.g. violaceus, “violet-colored,” from viola, “a violet”; roseus, “rose-colored,” from rosa, “a rose.” Adjectives can be created from nouns by the suffixes -eus, -ineus, -inus, and -aceus. Thus, tumblreus, “Tumblr-blue.”

Two names that start with an ”A”

For Cosmic - who introduced me to the theory that inspired this short thing

Disclaimer: this work is not a mirror of my Personal feelings towards Riddle Rosehearts, it Is merely a mirror of, what I think, is early game Ace way of thinking in this au.

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Ace Trappola never liked to be constricted in his right to freedom. It started when he was mere days old, trying to wiggle out of his crib with wooden bars to ensure he wouldn't fall out and continued like this through his whole life. Primary school, middle school, home life, in all possible areas. So it came as no surprise, at least to his mother and brother when his magic manifested as wind. The element of freedom that blew freely throughout the World changing its course and finding no obstacles in whatever direction it wanted to go.

It would also come to no surprise, with that information, that Ace did not take the housewarden's Riddle collar all too well.

His freedom, his magic was constricted. It was confined to the very centre of his body, and couldn't even flow right beneath his skin.

Ace felt terrible.

Ace felt fury.

**

There once was a girl, a little girl who fell below, down the rabbit hole.

The little girl's name was Alice and she had a wonderful imagination.

Her imagination led her through wonderland, though everything that tried to take her freedom away from her.

Through everything that made Her blood boil.

**

Ace was becoming more angry by the minute. His hosewarden was a little tyrant that imposed crazy rules onto everyone. He ruled with fear and iron collars that took what every mage had and couldn't live without in the long run.

Riddle Rosehearts was everything Ace despised.

**

Alice met the Queen of Hearts and at first she tried to understand. Queen of hearts explained that Wonderland drove everyone mad, and that her rules were necessary to keep everyone from going insane. But in Alice's eyes, the Queen had everything she wanted, she was the ruler, had her kingdom, and her servants. There was nothing that stopped her from her freedom.

Yet she ruled with an iron fist and took what everyone needed to live.

She took not only their freedom but their heads. She kept taking the one thing that made it impossible to choose freedom, their Life.

The Queen was everything Alice hated.

Alice wondered if it was Wonderland who drove everyone insane or its ruler.

**

Riddle Rosehearts imposed crazy rules, he claimed it was for the need for discipline. He claimed it was necessary to grow and become the best mages they could become. Ace soon realised that Riddle lacked the one thing he kept taking from everyone.

Riddle Rosehearts lacked freedom.

Ace pitied him for it for a grand Total of five seconds.

Just then Little tyrant threw away their hard made tart.

And just like that Ace felt no remorse.

**

Alice saw what the queen was doing to her subject, she knew what madness she brought to her own queendom. She was beyond reason and so there was only one way to deal with her, direct confrontation.

Alice found herself in Court.

**

Ace may have been a bit harsh towards Hertsybull's house warden. He learned some new facts after the disastrous tea party from Trey, who turned out to be a childhood friend with the teapot tyrant. That didn't really change anything, in fact thanks to Headmage, Ace realised there was only one way to deal with him, direct confrontation.

Ace was going to challenge Riddle in a duel.

**

Alice failed to see one, quite obvious, point. Queen of hearts was a tyrant, yes but she was still The ruler of Wonderland.

And the Queen's word was absolute. So when she ordered card soldiers to grab her it didn't matter that they were in court. It didn't matter that they were having a discussion, it didn't even matter that she was supposed to have rights as a side in that proceeding. Nothing mattered as long as the Queen said so.

And so, when Alice was restrained and brought onto a platform with an officer meant to enact her final verdict, she knew no one would help her this time.

She glared defiantly at The Queen to the last second, until her head was forced onto the chopping block.

,,Off with Her Head!” yelled the ruler.

And in her last moments Alice woved, if there was a chance, if she could get a second one, she would never again fall to the tyranny of another.

**

Ace stared at his housewarden as they prepared for the duel.

Riddle Rosehearts was a sad, caged boy who craved freedom all the same he did, the difference between the two of them was, that Ace was never afraid to grab his, while Riddle choose to stay in a cage.

It was easier for read haired boy, it was his way of life, it was disgusting to Ace.

How could this boy, not much older than him bear being locked in a prison that had a lock and key on his own side. How could he delude himself into thinking that those restrictions were love?

“And how dare he take what he himself could have all this time?” hissed something deep within Ace.

Riddle could have everything, power, his rules, friends and freedom.

If only he wasn't a coward.

If only he wasn't like Her.

Ace looked at the boy as the headmage announced that he was to remove The collars.

Ace looked at him and saw a different figure, from a different time.

Ace looked and saw the Queen of Hearts.

He would never bow to the queen.

Not again and not ever.

Deep withing him something stirred, more pronounced this time.

Collar came off and it wasn't only wind magic that got released.

Ace smirk found itself on his face and as Riddle raised his arm to cast a spell, just as mirror shattered starting the duel.

Both of them raised their hand too.

,,Down with The Queen”

His unique magic, their unique magic swelled. Spell capable of dispelling other spells, spell created for a sheet want of freedom. Spell that allowed him to destroy everything that could confide him. Everything that could constrict his freedom, everything that included heart shaped collars.

A second of shock whas all they needed to send The burst of wind magic towards their opponent.

Ace and Alice grinned as one.

,Down with The Queen indeed’

DP x DC prompt - Midnight Muffins and Math HW

An immortal Danny finds himself making a home in Crime Alley

One of the first thing he notices is the disproportionate number of children (babies, they’re just babies) out on the street at night. 

Most Some of these kids look like they haven’t been to school in years.

Most Some of these kids have definitely skipped one too many meals.

Well Danny won’t stand for that.

With full access to the infinite wealth of the Infinite Realms and no longer needing to sleep, Danny opens up a 24-hr library cafe where anyone can come in for a hot meal and access to all sorts of books. He begins offering tutoring for the people who come in and also helps some of the adults apply to jobs. 

Danny definitely cries when one of the older teens tells him they are finishing their GED and applying to college because of him.

Now if only the creep in the red helmet could do something other than stare at him all night.

Don't Forget To Record

Vlogger Danny in Gotham

Danny moves to Gotham with Sam and Tucker and decides it would be a fun idea to record their journey from packing their things in Amity to recording how life is in Gotham.

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The trio packing their things:

Sam: "Do we really need to pack so many weapons?"

Tucker: "I mean they have a very high crime rate so.."

Danny: "So? They're mortal we've handled worse on the regular."

Viewers: " Yo yeah.. what the hell are ya'll talking about?!"

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Tucker holding the camera when Danny runs into frame

Danny: "Sorry I'm late I got jumped scared by some clown and accidentally snatched his wig!"

Sam: "I think you're still holding it in your hand?"

Danny lifting his hand into the cameras view

Tucker: "Uh babe? I don't think that's a wig.."

Sam: " Holy shit! Did you just scalp some clown?!"

Viewers a week later seeing the Joker getting arrested with a very fake looking wig just barely hanging on after fighting the Bats

Viewers clicking the subscribe button

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The Trio vlogging themselves being their usual brand of Amity feral

Gothamites:

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Just an Idea

New hobby: stitching together DP screenshots to create panoramas

Danny the tiktok star

DPxDC au

So Danny, as any high school teen would do, makes videos on the latest video sharing social media site. In this case that's tiktok, although if we look at the time that Danny Phantom came out Vine might be more appropriate...

Either way, he makes silly little videos that range from funny jokes, A Day in the Life at Casper High, Space Fact Friday, POV: You live in Amity Park, roasting whatever ghost happens to be attacking that day, ect. He gains a small following of people who like his content but it's nowhere near being able at call himself tiktok famous. Until one post...

"Hello, my name is Danny, and this is my Official Application for Bruce Wayne to adopt me"

He jokes about how he is a young teen male with black hair, blue eyes, and a questionable home life which makes him the perfect candidate for a Bruce Wayne adoptee. The video goes viral so Danny leans into the bit and starts making more of that content. Photoshoping myself into a Wayne family photo, What I would wear to a Wayne gala, Taking a 'Which Wayne Are You' quiz.

When the Wayne kids find his account they think it's hilarious and keep an eye for new posts from him. One day Tim is stuck in a boring WE meeting so when he gets a notification that Danny posted a new video he will gladly take the distraction. He wasn't expect what he would find...

The video opens with the camera facing Danny, but he's not in any of his usual filming locations. It's hard to tell what exactly is happening around him but there's shouting in the distance and the sound of sirens. In fact, it looks as if Danny is leaning against an ambulance. Danny looks unusually pale and has what looks like a shock blanket wrapped around his shoulders. The camera is shakey and when he speaks his voice comes out weak.

"Hey guys... It's Danny. You know how I joke a lot about being adopted by Bruce Wayne?..."

Danny pauses and takes a shakey breath. It seems like he loses his grip on the phone for a moment because the camera fumbles before being held upright again. It's not a great view, but viewers can catch a glimpse of a destroyed building in the background, firefighters still working to get all the flames doused. When Danny starts speaking again he seems to choke on the words.

"W-Well, something happened and.. I'm k-kinda and orphan now? So uh..." Danny gives a small sad sounding chuckle that fades into a light cough, "this is my official application for Bruce Wayne to adopt me. Internet, do your thing..."

The video ends.

*boomerrangs a floating hyiod bone at you*

Haggard and broken, Constantine drags his sorry ass back to the JL one day, fully beat to shit in covered in the weirdest acidic algae Flash has ever had the pleasure of veiwing under a microscope. When the Detective doesn't even fight not being allowed to smoke in the infirmary, the League knows something horrible is up.

It's Captain Marvel that Constantine opens up to first. "Have you ever stared down your ex's grandparent as he chokes you with a tree branch and tries to drown you in mud, but turns out his grandpa is some fuckin' eldritch plant abominatoin, mate?" No. In fact, Billy hasn't even dated anyone in his short short years of living. (Swamp Thing and Constantine are exes, and Undergrowth is not happy about it) Love you hun :>

Mellan I fucking love you.

Billy has no idea what to do with information but he knows what prime gossip material when he sees it.