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Riddler captures Tucker and forces him to compete in one of his evil gameshow stunts. But he keeps running into the problem that Tucker seems to have a bottomless supply of mobile devices to cheat with.

“Now… riddle me this! I’m full of holes but strong as steel. What am I?” The Riddler chuckled.

“A chain,” a young man in the corner said.

The Riddler nodded, pleased before he blinked and did a double take. “What the— give me that!” He snatched the phone out of the man’s hands, glaring at the screen where the riddle had been looked up.

He threw it to one of his goons and said, “Why didn’t you look carefully enough?! He still has his phone!”

“B-But boss!”

Riddler waved him away with a huff before he was back to stroking his chin in thought, leering at the shivering hostages he was able to capture. The camera was still rolling and he was in his element.

“Well, riddle me this! What word has kst in the middle, in the beginning, and at the end?”

“An inkstand.”

The Riddler nodded before once again, he did a double take. The same young man wearing a beanie was now looking at his Apple Watch.

“Why you—! Stop this!” The Riddler took away his watch and glared at him.

The young man pouted.

“No more cheating!” The Riddler said before he turned back towards the hostages, who were watching the two with confusion and bafflement.

The Riddler kept his eye on the young man, glaring at him. He made eye contact back, completely unabashed.

“I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I’m invisible, but you can call for me. What am I?”

The Riddler and the boy stared at each other. Then the latter looked away for a moment. The Riddler followed his gaze and when he turned back after seeing nothing, the young man had pulled another phone out of his shoe.

“An echo,” the man responded, as if he wasn’t cheating in front of him.

The Riddler gave a scream of rage.

In a very small apartment, Jazz debated between picking up the phone or not as she stared at the TV, conflicted as Tucker seemed to be handling it just fine, but he was still kidnapped and being televised…

“A tree!” Tucker said to another answer after pulling out an AI controlled tamagotchi.

The Riddler screamed again.

Jazz sighed. To call Danny or not to call, that was the question.

I was playing Pokémon with my 9yo nephew and I said something abt how “oh this is a legendary Pokémon I don’t think it has a gender” and he said “well wait isn’t dragon type a gender??” Like you know what dude fuck it sure is

Prompt 41

Hear me out, DP and DC crossover where Scarecrow is cousins with the Fentons. 

 His mother was siblings with Jack’s father, and both Jazz and Danny met ‘Uncle Jonathan’ during one of the many Fenton-Nightingale family reunions that happens every few years. Honestly, perhaps it’s what gets Jazz interested in psychology, hearing from her ‘uncle’ about fear and its effects.

 And honestly once they start having to deal with ghosts and having had to deal with their parents for years it’s not really hard to talk with their uncle. Crane still doesn’t know how he became these kids’ favorite uncle, or even all of the family kids’ favorite uncle-cousin, but that’s just how the family is. 

 Really he’s not even the only villain of the family, with both Jack and Maddie being close but not quite, even if they’re definitely mad scientists. Their son becoming a local hero, even if they’re not aware of that fact, is just ironic. 

 John knows. The two kids told him when they found out that Danny may or may not need to feed on fear now that he’s half ghost, and well he’s the specialist about the emotion so…

 At least they have someone to stay with when Jazz goes to Gotham university and brings Danny with her, even if the local vigilantes are concerned as to why Scarecrow attacks have suddenly took a nosedive…

Little star's favorite

It all started when Talia came to Gotham with a gift.

The gift in question was a twelve year old boy.

Bruce stared at the boy who was almost the exact replica of Damian if not for the blue eyes and longer hair. He looked utterly perplexed at the sight of Bruce, tilting his head before frowning at his mother with a visibly displeased look.

"Beloved, may I introduce you to Danyal, our Damian's twin brother. He was... Away... On a mission until recently." Talia hummed, a hand on Danyal's back.

"You... You didn't think to tell me about him when you told me about Damian?" Shutting his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. He looked down at the boy who looked a little more like him than Talia and felt himself softening. "Hello Danyal."

"Hello."

Talia smiled, before her expression fell. "A little warning, beloved. The twins do not get along. Damian is quite the competitive child and Danyal... Well, he's the nicer one if I must say." She shrugged, running her fingers through her son's hair before pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Go on now, Najmi As-Sagheer (my little star)."

"Ummi... Must I join them? I am perfectly fine with remaining in the league." Danyal muttered, eye twitching but his expression was quickly schooled into neutrality.

"Yes, Danyal." She sighed, "I have no intention of letting father keep you."

Bruce raised a brow at her words.

"That is a conversation for another time, habibi." Talia lazily insisted, gently pushing Danyal towards Bruce.

Bruce, for all he's lived, immediately recognized a feral cat in the form a child. Yep. Another Damian. That was seemingly the nicer one.

But he was scruffy little thing who was being called little star by his mother. Bruce blinked, offering his hand to Danyal (like how a person would do by letting a cat sniff his hand to see if they were safe).

Danyal, more twitchy and annoyed than his brother, looked at the hand like it had personally offended him.

And that is how Batman brought home another child while holding him by the scruff.

(Danny hated everyone except for Alfred—both cat and butler)

Danyal was a much quieter person compared to Damian. Unlike his brother who had practically came into their lives guns blazing and declaring that he was the rightful heir to the bat, Danyal mainly ignored them. He would glare, snarl, and scowl, but not in the way Damian did. The kid was obviously threatened by them, but more for his own safety rather than inheritance.

He avoided them like the plague, only welcoming the company of Alfred and occasionally Cass.

He didn't join in on the vigilante business, opting to stay back with Oracle and just quietly direct them on their missions. It was strange in all honesty.

They didn't know much about Danyal, aside from the fact that his mother called him little star for his natural love of space. That he liked to tinker with gadgets and make his own weapons. That he really liked fudge.

Aside from that, the kid was quiet and was usually hiding out in his room.

Tim wasn't particularly thrilled to have another demon brat in the family. He avoided Danyal as much as possible expecting for the boy to be just like his brother and attack him.

But apparently not.

It's one of those unfortunate times that Tim's sleep deprivation and overload on energy drinks gets him benched by Alfred and not Bruce. No one particularly wanted to argue with their beloved butler/grandpa so Tim was stuck in place. It was a much quieter night than usual, almost peaceful (as much as Gotham can get).

Babs was relieved of her duties to have a night off, rest and relax and such, while Tim manned the bat computer in Oracle's place. He almost didn't notice the mop of black hair that suddenly appeared beside him.

Tim didn't want to admit it, but he flinched at Danyal's presence and how he was quietly standing there with a tray of coffee and cookies. Blue eyes blinked at him, silently pushing the tray forward to offer Tim the lone cup (most likely for him) and the plate of cookies.

Suspicious, Tim narrowed his eyes. "Alfred wouldn't make me coffee after benching me for this kind of thing."

Danyal shrugged, "Made it myself. Thought you'd need it since the others will be gone for a while."

"That's poisoned."

"It's not." Danyal frowned, immediately taking the cup and taking a couple sips himself before once again offering it to Tim.

Now, Tim wasn't stupid enough to ignore the possibility of Danyal having some tolerance to poison. But Tim was also tolerant to a lot of poisons so might as well.

When taking one sip, he was already feeling weird. One, there was no poison. Two, it was actually pretty good.

Danyal just sat there and stared at the screen, munching on cookies and pointing at the screen whenever Robin started to stray from the patrol route. Tim had a lot of fun reportingtattling to Bruce about it.

Eventually, it became a routine.

Danyal always sat beside Tim. Quiet and just offering random stuff, either food, some little gadget he made, or just the most bizarre stuff he found while at school.

Tim learned many things about his weird little brother. How cameras go crazy around him. How he had his reasons for not being touched. How Danyal was more silent than Cass. How Danyal vanished and reappeared at times.

(The glowing green eyes were the most concerning.)

He never really took notice of how Danyal started to gravitate to him. Always with him, barely without.

(Tim refused to admit that he was just the same.)

"Can I go on patrol with you?" Danyal asked, tugging at his Red Robin suit with a curious look. "I wanna meet Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn."

And Tim didn't really see much of a problem with that. Danyal was a highly trained assassin that Ra's apparently trusted to go on a solo mission while Damian had to be whisked away from the league. It wasn't too absurd for Tim to just shrug and let his kid brother tag along.

He was also very sure that his baby brother was an eldritch being with how the shadows seemed to rise around him. Yeah, the baby was a cryptid amongst a family of supposed cryptids. Very fitting.

It's a nice night. With Danny running amok with Tim, clearly having fun. But that one looks of sadness didn't escape Tim when Danny paused and looked to the sky with longing.

Tim remembers how Danny rambled about the stars in their shared moments, where it's just them.

Tim remembers how Danny would describe the sky in Nanda Parbar and how he often snuck out just to see it.

Tim remembers how much his little brother likes space and turns to the cloudy sky of Gotham that hides the stars.

Tim remembers how he was often depraved of the brotherly love he wanted. How he didn't get the full experience of having an older brother.

"You okay, little star?"

Danyal snapped his head towards Tim, eyes blown wide and flashing green (he knows that wasn't normal but he ignores that in favor to the way Danyal visibly softens at the nickname).

"'m okay, akhi." Danyal muttered, following after Tim after adjusting his own hood.

And it's like his heart stops.

Yep.

Tim has had Danyal for barely a year and he was willing to throw hands with Ra's, Talia, and Bruce for him.

"C'mon, qalbi(my heart). Batburger's still open."

He barely noticed the shift after that. But others think it's a glaring change that often made them stop and stare.

Danyal went to Tim whenever he needed anything.

If Danyal wasn't in bed, you'd find him snuggled up to Tim.

Danyal hated it when people touched him... Except for Tim.

Danyal liked Tim the most.

The day Dick thought it was a good idea to call Danyal 'Danny' (a nickname that was only used by Tim and Alfred), he almost got stabbed. Well, that's where all the stabbiness went to.

Safe to say, Tim was Danny's favorite.

And Danny was Tim's.

"Drake! What have you done to my brother?!" Damian pointed a katana at Tim, who lazily glanced his way before turning back to Danny who was comfortably snuggled up to him and watching Blue while Tim scrolled on Tiktok.

"I haven't done anything to Danny, demon brat. Now shoo!" Tim's irritation could be heard from a mile away, shamelessly shooing Damian away with a flick of his wrist. Then the next second, he was combing his fingers through Danny's hair and listening to his younger brother make a purring noise.

(Another point of investigation because that is not fucking normal, Tim. Cute though!)

"I refuse to believe that Danyal would prefer you over me!"

"You're just salty that he stabs you like you stab me." Tim waved him off again, watching as Danny yawned and continued to ignore everyone else.

The click of a camera immediately alerts him and he's tugging Danny down before the much younger boy lunges at Dick.

"Woah! What's up with him?" Dick nervously asked, instinctively raising his phone above his head.

"Delete that!" Tim snarled, pulling Danny closer and guiding his brothers face to his shoulder. "You know he hates it when people take pictures without consent!"

(Tim doesn't tell them that something goes every wrong with the footage if Danny was ever in the picture.)

"Dick." Tim warned, effortlessly picking up Danny, because yes, his seemingly cryptid baby brother could become weightless, and snatched Dick's phone. Yep. Instead of Danny, there was a very strange figure, a glitching silhouette of black and green. He deletes it immediately.

Dick was pouring, "I don't have any pics of Danny—"

"Don't call me that, Richard." Danny scowled, clinging to Tim like a koala. He was strangely more child-like than Damian, muttering about annoying people who interrupted bonding time. (Dick was just forced to pout.)

"Danyal." Damian crossed his arms, scowling at Danny who was still comfortably cuddled up to Tim. "It is not appropriate to cling to Drake in such a way! You will embarrass our mother and father if you are seen acting like a petulant child!"

Tim wanted to argue that no, he wouldn't embarrass Talia and Bruce by being a kid, but Danny just grabbed a cookie from nowhere (note to self, add possible teleportation powers to cryptid baby) and shoved it into his mouth.

Danny just yawned, fixing Damian with a lazy glare.

"Tuhali, can you shut up?"

Damian stood stock still, while Jason and Bruce choked on their own spit. Jason slapping a hand over his mouth and Bruce just staring at his twins like the apocalypse was about to return.

"What did you just call me?"

Danny yawne again, "My spleen."

Tim knew what Tuhali meant. Of course he fucking knew Arabic! But to think that his cryptid baby brother was straight up calling Damian his spleen?

The spleen that Tim doesn't have.

The spleen that's important to the immune system but you can survive without it?

Tim grinned, grabbing his cryptid baby and made a run for it.

Yep.

Danny was definitely his favorite.

Credits to: @strangergraphics for the dividers used.

Prompt 105

 A cult summons the ghost king. Except they don’t. Instead they get these tiny white-haired triplets of toddlers blinking at the summoning circle looking confused. 

 They’ve gotten the ghost princes and princess instead. 

 The very young princes and princess who are none too pleased and going to cause problems on purpose for both rogues and heroes alike. As godlings de-aged into their ghost age are like to do. 

 Meanwhile in the Realms, Pariah is staring down at where his trio of ghost toddlers that Clockwork had handed him when he had first woken up and was still groggy just disappeared from. He looks over at Fright Knight, his dearest brother, who looks just as shocked. 

 Clockwork is going to kill them both if they don’t get the kids back now. 

danyal al ghul memes because i don't think i've done those yet for this au.

(the jason one is in reference to the fanon headcanon/au that Jason and Damian potentially knew each other and interacted while jason was in the league. I've thought about it before in context of this au, but haven't thought about it enough to feel inspired or motivated to make a post exploring the idea)

(diablito means, as you can guess, 'little devil'. while i'm neutral to latino jason, i think the nickname is cute as fuck and was danny's main nickname from Jason. i don't wanna touch that timeline so im not gonna decide how old they were when Jason was there.)

Skulker: i am the ghost zone's greatest hunter! i capture and hunt creatures both rare and dangerous. Danyal: a poacher?? you're a poacher?? you poach animals??Skulker:...i sense i've made a mistake of some kind.

anyways that was the day that Skulker cemented himself as Danny's no.1 opp, and still remains there to this day even if he and Vlad are both viciously fighting for second. Out of everyone in the the AP rogues gallery, Skulker will be the first to be thrown under the bus in terms of 'o shit here comes phantom fucking RUN'.

DP x DC Writing Prompt #5

Damian does not glance back at Bruce when he knocks on the door. Instead they both wait in silence.

After a moment, the door opens.

"Hello," Jasmine, Jazz, Fenton greets politely, unsurprised to find the Waynes on her doorstep. Damian's expression grows ever darker at this revelation.

"Hello Ms. Fenton, are your parents home?" Bruce asks, placing a firm hand on Damian's shoulder, to ground as much as to restrain. To his credit he does not shake it off.

"No, they're out of town for a conference," the eighteen year-old says, opening the door wider. "But I think you'd better come in."

Bruce would normally decline, but Ms. Fenton is a legal adult and he has already, even unknowingly, waited 16 years. Damian makes the choice for him, striding past the threshold.

"Please take a seat," Jazz says as she leads them to the living room. She ignores Damian's swinging head as he takes in the home. It is deceptively large, a 90s style house filled with modern furniture. The walls are bright, with purple and green accents that would normally feel garish but somehow work. The stairs leading to the second floor are lined with family photos that Bruce yearns to take a closer look at. "Can I get you anything? Coffee? Water?"

"No, that's alright, thank you," Bruce says, taking a seat on the long plush couch. A men's windbreaker lies haphazardly thrown across one of the arms. A closed container of Oreo cookies sit on the coffee table next to a physics textbook open to chapter 16, half covered in highlighter and filled with sticky notes. There's a child's painting framed next to the tv, a handprint made to look like a thanksgiving turkey in bright blue.

For the home of experimental scientists, it is cozy and well lived-in.

Damian repeatedly glances at the stairs through the doorway.

Bruce clears his throat. "We were hoping to--"

"I've texted--oh, I'm sorry," Jazz says, having spoken at the same time. Bruce gestures for her to go on.

"I've contacted Danny, he should be here soon. He was out with some friends." Jazz explains. As she hadn't pulled out a phone in their presence, Bruce can only deduce they have some sort of camera at their front door. This also explains Ms. Fenton's complete lack of surprise at their appearance.

"So you know who we are." Damian says, the first words he's spoken since they arrived at the house and the longest sentence he's spoken since they arrived in Amity Park.

"I do," Jazz says, calm in the face of Damian's clearly simmering anger. Bruce trusts him not to attack Ms. Fenton, but he still watches him carefully.

"He told you about me," Damian says. It is the same question, but it is also not.

"He did," Jazz says.

Damian swallows. "I see," he grits out.

Jazz's neutrality slips and her face softens in sympathy. "Damian," she starts hesitantly, but before she can say anything else the front door opens.

A moment later Bruce's son walks through the doorway, and Damian is on him.

This is what Bruce hoped to prevent, but despite his numerous checks of Damian's luggage his son has still managed to smuggle a small dagger, which he now produces and swings in a calculated arc at Daniel Fenton's jugular.

Danny dodges cleanly, and dodges every swipe thereafter in a manner that speaks to continued practice long after his time at the League. Damian is a perfect product of his training, but it is up against Danny his flaws come to light. He is just as good as he always was, but Danny is better.

In a matter of seconds Damian grows frustrated and sloppy in his attacks, completely atypical for him. Danny takes Damian out at the knees and pins him down with one arm, pressing his face into the carpet.

"Calm down," he orders. His voice is deeper than Damian's at sixteen to his twelve, the accent that still traces Damian's words completely gone from his speech. Damian growls and thrusts his head back into Danny's face, meeting it with a sharp thunk. He rolls up as Danny recoils, putting distance between them. Danny glares at him from several steps away, hand to his forehead. Damian tosses the dagger into his other hand as he charges, and to Bruce's surprise Danny does nothing more than turn his face to the side, allowing Damian to draw a sharp line down his cheek.

Damian stops dead in his tracks.

"Are you done?" Danny asks, blood beginning to pool at the seam of the cut.

Damian's expression is stricken, eyes stuck on the blood starting to drip down his brother's face.

"I said, are you done, Damian?" Danny asks. His voice is cold.

Damian hears him this time, and he flushes red. "I--you--"

Danny sighs. He looks at Jazz, whose expression is back to carefully controlled.

"Are you alright?" he asks her. She nods.

"You left me," Damian accuses, standing there holding his bloody dagger limply.

Danny turns back to him, raising an eyebrow.

"You left me," Damian repeats louder, rapidly blinking.

"Yes. I did." Danny provides no excuse nor any explanation. His stance is unyielding.

Damian's eyes bounce wildly, shifting to Jazz and Danny slides smoothly in front of her, protectively. He looks at Damian warily, not as if he is his brother, but as if he is a danger. Damian flinches.

Hope is the last to die, Bruce thinks, watching as that last bit of hope Damian had is extinguished, the knowledge working its way through every inch of his body like ice in his veins. His eyes darken. He turns and runs from the room, the front door slamming shut not a moment later.

Jazz stands up, pulling a few tissues from the box on the coffee table. She presses them to Danny's face, cupping his cheek until he holds it himself. "I'm going to go get the first aid kit," she says gently. It is a thinly veiled excuse to leave them alone, and Bruce is grateful for it as she heads for the stairs.

They both wait until her footsteps have faded, taking each other in. Bruce looks at his mother's eyes and the sharp turn of Talia's nose. Damian's everything, four years older.

"You shouldn't have come here," Danny says, throwing himself on the armchair Jazz has just vacated.

"You know who I am," Bruce says carefully.

Danny glares. "I've kept your secret. She nor my parents know."

"I know," Bruce says. "That's not what I meant. You know who I am. And who I pretend to be. So you know I am familiar with masks."

"And?" Danny asks, looking vaguely bored.

"And so I can recognize when someone is wearing one. Damian will too, once he's calmed down."

Danny's expression sharpens. "No, he won't. Because you are going to go to back to whatever bed and breakfast you're staying in, pack up, hop in your private jet and fly him back to Gotham immediately before the League realizes you've gone. If they haven't already," he mutters.

"This is about the League then," Bruce says. "Do you not believe I can protect you?"

"I don't need your protection," Danny snaps, and watches Bruce actively extrapolate with a dawning resignation. "So this is the World's Greatest Detective at work," he says, slumping bonelessly into his chair, the first teenager-y thing he's done.

"Damian's in danger from the League," Bruce says. Danny glares from his slump. It's almost cute. "And as long as the League doesn't know about you, he's safe."

"Draw your own conclusions," Danny says, baring his teeth. Damian often makes the same face. "As long as you leave."

"I can protect him. I can protect you both," Bruce says. "Let me help you."

Danny closes his eyes. He centers his breathing in an exercise someone has clearly walked him through in the past. Bruce would bet money on the adoptive sister waiting patiently upstairs.

"Mr. Wayne. You are not my father," he says. "My trust in you extends to the point that I left Damian in your care, but that is where it ends. And that was when it was sanctioned by the League. By coming here you have endangered those sanctions."

Bruce disregards the sting, doubling down on his analysis. Talia had left Damian with Bruce well after Danny had left the League. But Danny speaks as if the decision had been his.

Or perhaps, Bruce realizes, it is not that Danny decided upon it, but that Danny allowed it to continue.

Bruce takes a second to review what Oracle had gone over with him before they left for Amity. Daniel Fenton had by all accounts, since leaving the League, lived a fairly normal life. His adoptive parents were eccentric scientists dabbling in the occult but their findings that bordered pseudoscience circulated a very niche community of like-minded eccentrics. The bulk of their income came from alternative energy, a more viable source of study that they'd veered harder into in the past year or so, a government contract with the EPA currently in the works. This had in part funded a vacation to an all-inclusive resort the family had taken that past summer.

Danny received average grades in school, above average in science and mathematics, declining sharply in his freshman year and sophomore year before evening out around the second semester. He had gotten into fights repeatedly with one student in particular, suspended for two weeks following an incident that resulted in a the student receiving a black eye. Teachers reported him to be highly intelligent but distracted and removed. They had recommended he be evaluated for an attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder. He had no social media. He had missed multiple picture days. The ones he had attended he was sneezing, or a blur of movement, even going so far as to fall off his stool, legs flailing. Bruce had drank up every last one as Barbara had waited patiently.

A normal life. A family vacation to Bermuda. Average grades.

His freshman year, distracted and removed. The same year Damian had arrived at Bruce's home. Masks upon masks.

"You have informants within the League," Bruce says. Danny, to his credit, has no discernible tell. But there is no other explanation. "What will you do, if they find out you are alive?"

"That is none of your concern," Danny says, but he might as well be saying whatever I have to.

He never stopped practicing, after all.

"If they go after Damian, it is my concern."

"And that is why you need to take Damian back to Gotham before they do." Danny says. "I will take care of it."

Damian had barely spoken since he had realized Danyal was alive. But Bruce had seen the reverence in his eyes as he looked at the file.

"الوريث الصحيح" he had murmured. The rightful heir.

"You are proposing going after the entirety of the League with no backup," Bruce says. "Even if you think they won't kill you, you won't win either."

"Maybe they will," Danny says lightly. "Kill me. That would also work."

Bruce inhales sharply. "Danny," he starts.

"Go home, Mr. Wayne," Danny says, pushing himself up with one hand. The other still clutches the wad of tissue to his cheek, partially soaked with blood. "Go take care of your son."

"I'll go," Bruce says, "I'll take him to the Watchtower. And then I'll come back."

"Mr. Wayne-"

"I should've come for you," Bruce interrupts. "Sixteen years ago. I should've come for you."

Danny's brow furrows. "You had no idea I existed."

"But if I had. I would've come. I never would've left you there. And now that I know, I am not leaving you now."

For the first time Bruce watches Danny be completely caught off guard. He openly gapes at Bruce.

"You would've died," Danny lands on, voice thin. "They would've killed you."

"Unlike you, I would've brought backup." Bruce says, mimicking Danny's lightness.

He's lying. Sixteen years ago he would've thrown himself at the League to save his newborn son without a plan, without a thought beyond rescuing his baby.

Danny barks out a laugh. "You would've laid siege to Nanda Parbat with The Big Blue Boy Scout?" he looks wistful. "That would've been rad."

Bruce sees his opening. "Danny," he stands, eye to eye with his son. "Let me help you."

Danny evaluates him. "The Batman," he says softly. "I didn't want you to come, then. I didn't need one more person I had to prove myself to. All I wanted was to live amongst the stars, in the quiet of the cosmos."

"You want to be an astronaut," Bruce says. At Danny's cocked head, he says without shame, "I read your essay on personal heroes. You wrote about Edward White. Ad Astra Per Aspera."

Danny smiles slightly, sadly. "It is a rough road."

"You can be whatever you want to be," Bruce says. "I won't stand in your way."

"Even if I want to be Danny Fenton?" he asks.

"Even then."

Danny sighs. "I don't need your help Bruce," he says. "No," he says as Bruce opens his mouth. He pulls the wad of tissues away from his cheek. Underneath the splotches of dried blood the gash in his face has cleanly knit itself together, a faint white line now all that remains.

"I don't need your help," he says clearly. He holds a palm forward, and a green fire grows from its center, until the flames are licking delicately up his fingers.

"I know The Batman does not kill. But I am not a Robin. I am something else entirely," Danny says, his eyes reflecting the green of the flames. Or not, as he looks up at Bruce, his eyes green all on their own. They are sad. This is why he stayed away, Bruce realizes. Not out of fear. Danny is not afraid. Danny is tired.

But for his brother, Danny will wake up.

"And If the League takes one step towards Damian, I will raze them to the ground."

Danny has found a small-ish floating island in the Zone that isn't claimed by anyone. Dibs.

He starts altering it, and finds out that for ghosts it's like, super easy. He's literally just grabbing bits of ecto and forming it into what he wants, like putty.

He takes inspiration from his favorite Animal Crossing save, and shapes this floating island to be a place for him to just...go chill.

He names it the same thing he named his Animal Crossing island; Potato.

Danny loves Potato Island. It's his new favorite place to go to unwind.

The blob ghosts like his little ecto lakes and ponds, and will take the form of random fish to play in them. Some of them like to pretend to be caught when he goes "fishing", and are very proud when he takes photos with them and tells them what a big catch they are.

There's his house, based on the Animal Crossing one he designed, and there's a few other empty ones as well.

There's shops, based after the ones on his islands, that have no wares and no one to run them.

But that's fine, this is all just so he can relax.

Except one day, a ghost he hasn't met before asks if they can have one of the houses. That in return, they'll run one of the shops.

Danny agrees! He was getting kind of lonely anyways, and he's not on the island all the time.

Then another ghost asked. Then another.

Now his little project island is a bustling avenue of shops and locals, with celebrations for Ghost holidays he's never heard of planned out, and a small city council to gather up concerns and bring them to his attention if the city council can't resolve them.

Usually it's infrastructure, since no one but Danny can make alterations to the island. The political stuff stays firmly in the hands of the elected officials.

Potato Island is a small, peaceful hub of trade and Danny is Very Proud.

~~~~~~

Meanwhile, the Justice League Dark is very happy that there's an interdimensional, peaceful trading village in the Infinite Realms that they can do their shopping at with ease.

The locals like to barter, which is ideal for Magic Users, and Potato Island (wild name but whatever) is protected by a very powerful spirit, so JLD members don't have to worry about being attacked while there.

Billy, though; Billy has a whole other reason to seek Potato Island out; he needs a place to live as a human. He can open his own portals and go back to Earth, and he's not stupid, he knows not to eat food from the Realms, but he's...a little tired of being homeless.

As Captain Marvel, everyone thinks he's an adult and that he has a secret base to live in.

But as Billy, who no one in the hero community knows, he's been living on the streets, and he wants security.

So the next time he goes to Potato Island, he explores it, searching for the Island's guardian; Phantom.

He has a favor to ask.

Favorite Other ORV Fics (Gen, Plotja, SP/OD, MultiShip & Crossovers)

Multi-Chapter

album of memories untold by aevum; (Ongoing), Rated: Gen; Pairings: Joongdok & SPOD; AU where the OD is like KDJ's version of SP, and they have a little talk during the scenarios and then shit goes down.

A Sudden Surprise by Amethyst_9158; (Complete - 10,939 words), Rated: Mature; KimCom gets a scenario to travel into the past and watch Kim Dokja grow up.

The Kids Seem Alright? by Anonymous; (Ongoing), Rated: Gen; Kim Dokja is nine when his favorite novel becomes his new reality.

Pistis by Azrain; (Ongoing), Rated: Mature; Plotja; In a scenario that pairs up incarnations and constellations to pass it KDJ and SP team up.

Reading Again by Eternity_Epilogue_9158; (Ongoing), Rated: Explicit; Pairings: Plotja, Joongdok, KDJ/other YJH Regressions; AU with Esper/Guide and A/B/O dynamics

Oracle Companion by FlorQuinnUwU; (Ongoing), Rated: Teen; Pairings: YJH/LSW/KDJ; In which tls123 decides to try writing KDJ in Ways of Survival, and KDJ the character becomes the primary role model of KDJ the reader.

It'll Be Over Quickly by Frill; (Complete - 186,177 words), Rated: Teen; No Pairings; KDJ has been reading TWSA since he was 5 years old. When he is 18 years old the apocalypse starts.

Skill Malfunction by Frill; (Ongoing), Rated: Teen; No Pairings; When KDJ used 'King of No-Killing' for the first time, he came back to life as a confused kid that didn't seem surprised to be amidst the apocalypse.

you will survive by Frill; (Complete - 15,555 words), Rated: Teen; General/Minor Joongdok; Kim Dokja's not a regressor but they surround him.

Apostrophe by LiaLox; (Ongoing), Rated: Teen; Pairings: Joongdok & Doksoo - Post-canon fic where KDJ still has the Oldest Dream powers.

1864 by Liu_Su_Mian_Hua (Dragonica_the_mini_dragon), SnowballTheLittleFluffball; Multi-chapter, Rated: Explicit; Joongdok/Plotja, KDJ/other YJH regressions; What if instead of becoming an Outer God, 1863rd YJH regresses instead?

ascension, love, and the ever present pull-and-push by LostOnMyRoad; (Complete - 16,963 words), Unrated; No Pairings; Post-canon - Kim Dokja gets de-aged as a result of a mishap with an artifact. Uncomfortable truths come out.

Don't Let The Thousand Nights Disappear by NurikoEsuki; (Complete - 26,280 words), Rated: Teen; Pairings: Joongdok, Plotja, SPOD; AU where YJH remembers his sponsor.

Kim Dokja and the fun adventures with the Kkomas by QuelMaisQuel; (Complete - 343,604 words), Rated: Mature; Pairings: Plotja, Joongdok, KDJ w/ other YJH Regressions; A comedic rewrite on the events that follow after SP kidnaps KDJ after the Apocalypse Dragon scenario.

The Axe and the Frozen Sea by realfakedokja; (Ongoing), Rated: Teen; Pairing: SPOD; SPOD re-write AU, in which the scenario starts 1 regression sooner. The 1863rd round accompanied by a child who both adores and fears him.

Spoke to God and He Had My Name by spoonks; (Complete - 5,605 words), Rated: Teen; Pairings: Joongdok, KDJ/other YJH regressions; KDJ, after a certain “rest” period, he could be summoned back into the scenarios, if only for a moment. Normally he only woke from his slumber for no longer than a handful of heartbeats—just long enough to recognize when that stupid fucking stigma was activated.

The Secretive Plotter by Sterblichkeitswahn; (Ongoing), Rated: Mature; Pairings: Plotja & Joongdok; KDJ chooses SP as his sponsor. SP's POV of the events of the 1864th Regression.

A Circle to Your Square by Waltzfor-Zizi (azro_zee); (Complete - 26,866 words), Rated: Teen; Pairings: Joongdok/Plotja; Funny how YJH dated a man who was a diehard fan of a webnovel protagonist with the same name as him. But the fun quickly evaporated when that very webnovel became reality and his boyfriend was nowhere to be found.

[Private Scenario - What were your experiences with Kim Dokja] by Whoknowz; (Ongoing), Rated; Teen; No Pairings (implied that all the KimCom adults have feelings for KDJ); Reaction Fic - KimCom get a scenario to watch important moments with KDJ and KImCom members through the KimCom's members' POVs.

Series

After Kim Dokja wakes up by Amethyst_9158; Series, Rated: Mature; Story 1 (Complete - 14,207 words) and Story 2 (Complete - 9,206 words); Pairings: Joongdok & Kkomas YJHs/kkomas KDJs; Post-canon - Kim Dokja wakes up and gets showered with love & Every kkoma YJH gets a kkoma KDJ companion!

orv cub raising au by creaphen; Series - Story 1 (Complete, Rated: Teen - 53,198 words) and Story 2 (Complete, Unrated - 5,690 words); Pairing: SPOD; In which Kim Dokja learns to hate reading, but he still manages to find his protagonist.

shoot for the stars by jokebear; Series, Story 1 (Complete - 2,653 words) & Story 2 (Complete - 6,655 words), Rated: Teen; Pairings: Plotja/Joongdok; SP is chosen as KDJ's sponsor.

One-Shots

us, one more time by Anonymous; 1,485 words, Rated: Gen; Pairing: Plotja; It is not the scenarios that take Kim Dokja away, it is the story he loves.

Would be it so bad if I stayed? I'm just a ghost out of his grave. by aynchent; 6,140 words, Rated: Teen; Pairings: Joongdok & Doksoo; KDJ gets a scenario penalty that makes him have to tell the truth.

Legally Blonde by cylnire; 1,709 words, Rated: Teen; Pairings: one-sided KDJ/KimCom adults; Modern AU - KDJ dyes his hair blond and has his friends to questioning their sexuality.

Non-Fiction by Enigmatree; 4,377 words, Rated: Gen; No pairings; SP takes OD along to get his mother out of that house and take her with them.

Stay for the Night, I'll sell you a Dream by GwiYeoWeo; 5,701 words, Rated: Mature; Pairing: SPOD; While investigating an unknown portal that appeared in his realm, SP finds himself in a strange little shop — a shop belonging to a Constellation who may be more mystifying than Plotter's own modifier.

Garden of the Dreamer by idlemurmurs; 2,893 words, Rated: Gen; Pairing: SPOD; Fantasy AU - After a long journey spanning decade, of warmongering, of resolution, the heroes returned to where they came from. A home, long forgotten, protected by the one they cared for the most. Their one and only dreamer.

the reward from the journey's end by kimagura; 4,141 words, Rated: Gen; Pairings: SPOD, OD/other YJH regressions; OD doesn't understand why his family suddenly decided to prepare a treasure hunt for him, but he might find the answer to that after it's over.

object of desire by pssstos (sylkechi); 5,637 words, Rated: Teen; Pairings: Joongdok, Plotja; The kids are interested to learn more about Fables and how access them. When doing this KDJ finds a Fable called "Plotter's Object of Desire".

The secret unknown even to the plotter by tipofthepencil; 1,636 words, Rated: Gen; No Pairings; An extended reunion scene between SP and OD.

Aftershocks by Waltzfor-Zizi (azro_zee); 3,184 words, Rated: Gen; No Pairings; OD is feeling side effects from KDJ taking his place as the reader of the worldlines.

Old Debts by your__isgayrights; 6,058 words, Rated: Teen; No Pairings; KDJ is saved from a subway terrorist by grandpa 0th turn YJH. YJH proceeds to follow him home and teach him life skills.

[The Story 'Life and Death Companions' is continuing.] by your__isgayrights; 12,626 words, Rated: Teen; No Pairings; YJH dies in the 3rd regression. In an alternate universe where KDJ is in all the subsequent regressions as well, YJH becomes just as detached from him as everyone else. The feeling is not mutual.

Fandom Crossovers/Fusions:

Down to the Riptide by Goushen; ORV x PJO; Multi-chapter (Ongoing), Rated: Gen; Pairing: implied: Percabeth; Percy Jackson wakes up the subway in Seoul, Korean during the First Scenerio.

Why Does Jesus Want to Be My Constellation Sponsor- A Question Asked By Percy Jackson by novarei; ORV x PJO; Rated: Gen, One-shot (Complete - 2,846 words); No Pairings; Percy at the Constellation Banquet with KDJ & YJH.

proofreader by isadorator; Red Candy AU; Multi-chapter (Ongoing), Rated: Teen; Pairing: Joongdok, KDJ is both a reader and a spy.

holding out for a miracle (knowing it will never come) by almostprimary; Hunger Games AU; Multi-chapter (Ongoing), Rated: Teen; Pairing: Joongdok, YJH is a volunteer from District 1. KDJ is a volunteer from District 12.

the stars, the earth, and everything in between by NFx; ORV x SCTIR; Rated: Explicit; Pairing: YJH/KDJ/HYJ; Yoojin is transported into ORV-verse during the events of Peace Land.

let it grovel madly after by whathappened; Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun parody AU; Multi-chapter (Ongoing), Rated: Teen; Pairing: Joongdok, A comedy fic for if KDJ & YJH met during their school days.

Raltsing Your Way Into My Heart by plunderheavenblind; Pokémon AU; One-shot (Complete - 2,195 words), Rated: Teen; Pairing: Joongdok, YJH has just started his Pokémon journey when he comes across strange Pokémon shaped like letters.

Universe 1059 by emberKat22; Pokémon AU; One-shot (Complete - 4,617 words), Rated: Mature; Pairing: Joongdok, YJH & KDJ reincarnate as Eevees.

Idea DcxDp: When you finally talk to your crush, but you're half naked.

I have an idea: (Using Google Translate, sorry for the bad translation, I don't know English.)

Dead On Main

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When Danny was told that someone could summon him, he didn't take it seriously. Frostbite had been clear: "They don't know your summoning ritual." The possibility was slim to none. But of course, just because something is unlikely doesn't mean it's impossible.

So when Phantom felt the call of a summoning while in the shower, he barely had time to grab a towel and cover himself before he disappeared.

Of all the places and people in the world, showing up in Gotham and in front of the bats was the last thing he expected. And even less so finding them trapped inside a magic circle, trying to escape.

But none of that was what really made him nervous. What unsettled him was seeing Red Hood among them.

His crush. Looking at him.

Phantom gulped as Red Hood stared back at him, surely with the same expression of utter bewilderment as the rest of the group. Because, let's be honest, no one expected a summoning to bring out a man with grayish skin, short white hair, and green eyes who was almost naked instead of some terrifying creature from the underworld.

And there he was, standing in the middle of the pentagram, with only a towel as a barrier between his dignity and the world.

Internally, he panicked.

His crush was staring at him. Red Hood was staring at him. And he was half naked.

This wasn't what he had planned when he fantasized about talking to her. But well, it seemed today was going to be the day.

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Using Google Translate, sorry for the bad translation, I don't know English.