#fic: JL

[chierafied]

Jily Microfic March 30: Inferior

@jilymicrofics, 300 words. On AO3. 🦡💛

“What are you doing out here by yourself?”

The angry hiss comes seemingly from nowhere, startling her. Heart madly beating in her throat, Lily whirls around, her wand at the ready—only to see a scowling James Potter.

“I’m patrolling,” she snaps. Her fear’s morphing into irritation now and she props her hands on her hips.

“Alone? Aren’t you supposed to go in pairs?”

She shrugs. “Remus was feeling poorly.”

“So you decided to go on alone?” His hazel eyes flash and his hand shakes a little as he rakes it through his messy hair. “Are you stupid?”

“Excuse me ?”

“You shouldn’t wander about at night by yourself!” James spits, jaw clenched.

“A bit of a pot calling kettle there, Potter,” Lily scoffs.

James shakes his head, cheeks flushed. “I can handle myself—“

“Oh!” Lily cuts in, cold derision colouring every syllable. “And you think I can’t?”

“No!” He looks insulted. “That’s not—You’re brilliant, Evans, but you’re—“

Lily steps close and prods his chest with an accusing finger. “I’m what? A weakling? A Muggleborn? A girl ?”

He throws up his arms and gnashes his teeth. “You’re infuriating, that’s what you are! Stop putting words in my mouth.” He leans close, levelling her with a dark glare. “You are a target, Evans. There are people in this castle who’d really like to hurt you.”

The tension in Lily’s shoulders eases a fraction. “I know. But if I let that keep me from going about my life, I’m letting the bastards win.”

“For fuck’s sake, Evans! There’s a difference between giving in to fear and staying safe. Don’t be a brave fool—!”

Lily grabs the front of his robes. “Shut up, Potter.”

Touched by his worry for her and riding on adrenaline, Lily’s lips crash against James’ in a bruising kiss.

#jily #jily microfic #jily fanfiction #Team Hufflepuff #chie writes #fic: jl

[frownyalfred]

okay so there were a ton of posts/fics about the hilarious "fuck/maryy/kill" Bruce Wayne & Justice League scenario (I read them all, amazing comedic timing y'all) but to me, the most hilarious scenario is the JL play fuck/marry/kill, Bruce's name comes up, and half of the people in the room in the know immediately turn bright red and refuse to keep playing and no one will explain why.

Hal: "...and I would fuck Bruce Wayne. No, I would kill him. Nah, actually I'd fuck him, who am I kidding."

Clark: choking on his coffee and rapidly turning an alarming shade of red

Diana: "An....interesting choice, of course."

J'onn: "Shall we play a different game?"

Hal: "Wait, what? that was the game, wasn't it?"

Ollie: "I'm with Hal, I'd fuck the shit out of Bruce. He's the easiest guy I know, it's not like it'll exactly be a hardship for him."

*every single person in the room turns to Batman, standing in the corner*

Clark: "Wow! I think I just heard someone drop an ice cream cone in Guatemala. Batman, I'll need a team up."

Ollie: "For ice cream?"

Diana, standing up and putting herself in between Bruce and Hal: "This sounds dire. I will also assist."

Clark, under his breath, one hand on Bruce's back: "It's not worth it. He's not worth it. Come on. Walk it off."

#treadmill thoughts #bruce wayne #batman #dc #fic commentary #justice league #jl #and then like three years later #when he finally tells them #this moment comes back to hal jordan in technicolor

[ghostbsuter]

It's not.like he wanted to be here, Jesus.

Not that he'd leave either knowing where they are right now— mind you.

"And who is this, Cap?" Shazam screaming child gives a strained smile, back straight and answers.

"My colleague–"

Danny interrupts, face finally away from the glass that separates him and space. "Shazam over here got grounded by mom, and since he had a JL meeting, I was to come along as supervision."

Batman is eerily still, staring at them.

Poor Billy, he's gonna deal with this alone next time.

#Billy is being fostered by the Fentons and its very.likely hes veing adopted #He got grounded for staring a few fights and its.not against him but more of protection #madeline literally showed him how to punch.right #jack told.him.the secrets of a perfect body slam #dcxdp #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #fic prompt #writing prompt #dc x dp prompt #dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc prompt #AND YES Billy and.Danny know.of each ofhers identity #billy helps sometimes with the ghsots since hes magic as shazam and.mostly makes sure JL doesnt get wind of the situation #billy and danny are brothers in crime and losers in costumes

[phantoms-world-and-more]

The JL are terrified of jazz

So jazz started working in Arkham and immediately got a reputation

She was patient and kind and gave answers to problems people didn't know they had and was just the best psychologist Arkham had ever seen

She also got a reputation for not being messed with after she used the Fenton-anti-creep-stick on Scarecrow after he tried to attack her

At first, Batman was suspicious but after all the background checks and passed all evaluations so he left her be with a light monitoring

The problems started when the JL needed a physiologist and Batman recommended Miss Fenton

At first, Batman showed up asking for her to leave Arkham and work for the JL, he thought she'd jump at the chance to get away from Arkham...

He was wrong...

After a few months, the patients at Arkham were getting better but the JL need a good phycologist so Batman is still pestering jazz about it

Batman is going full paranoid stalker mode, harassing her at work and constantly sending requests for her to transfer to the JL

The only reason she's not been forced to quit is that everyone (guards, prisoners fellow psychiatrists everyone) in Arkham would rather fight than loose her

But things got to a whole other level when Jazz gets a call from her brother asking why a vigilante is calling him and asking him to convince her to transfer

When she sees him next she goes off, yelling and screaming at him for his behaviour and actions

There's a full 20 minutes of jazz just physio-analysing him, calling him obsessive, paranoid, requires closure, OCD, ODD, inconsiderate, and a whole lot of less friendly things

Everyone is scared because Miss Fenton has never even cursed at anything and now she's going off on THE BATMAN

Their terrified

Someone records it and goes viral everyone in the JL see it and thought it was funny...

Until she requested a meeting with them...

They get in the room and see Miss Fenton, her younger brother and a lawyer

Jazz then proceed to yell at every member of the JL, she called all of them enabling lazy, irresponsible children pretending to be adults

Superman tries to get her to be quiet so he can talk and her brother fucking hits him with a tazer! The scary part is he couldn't use his powers after ("don't worry you'll get your powers back in 24 hours, this is just so you'll listen")

So Jazz spends the next 10 minutes calling all the JL out on allllll their BS

After she's done her lawyer gets up and hands out pieces of paper to everyone

:what are these

: a restraining order

#danny phantom #fic prompt #danny fenton #daily prompt #dc x dp #dp x dc #funny #dc #batman #jazz fenton #Phycoligest jazz #Obsessive batman #justice league #The JL are enabeling batman in his parinoia and obsessive bahavior #Jazz calls them out on in #Arkham is scared of jazz too #Jazz is getting a restraining order against the JL #And for danny #Just to be safe

[greenglowinspooks]

(DCxDP) The obligations of a rogue versus those of a parent (Pt. 4)

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Tw: descriptions of body horror, Dr. Crane has PTSD and Does Not Realize, Crane has an actual panic attack and just doesn’t care, the Riddler makes one (1) sex joke about Batman

Will be crossposted to AO3 eventually

(Pt. 1 here) (Prev here) - (Pt. 5 here)

(Masterlist here)

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Dr. Jonathan Crane is in his lab, the acrid scent of chemicals filling the air, and his hands are shaking.

Danny’s health, for the first week that he had him, had been steadily improving at an extremely quick rate. However, his healing had begun to stagnate. Danny said that it was because his body had run out of ectoplasm, and that while there was a lot of ambient ectoplasm in Gotham, he needed a stronger type in order to heal.

And so, that led Dr. Crane here.

He had stolen the research notes from the Penguin years ago regarding his experimentation on him.

(He quite vividly remembers the sound of bone creaking and groaning as it twisted, lengthened. The squelching of shifting tendons and muscles, the strange fabric-like tightening of skin. The feeling of going from man to monster, of losing all claim to his humanity.)

Danny had called him Liminal, part ghost. He had said that he was transformed by, among other things, a kind of synthetic ectoplasm.

Danny needed ectoplasm.

Crane had the research notes. He had every ingredient necessary. And yet, attempt after attempt failed.

The chemical smell burns his nose. His hands tremble.

Dr. Crane is not afraid.

He doesn’t feel fear anymore. He’s tried to, many, many times, but nothing has worked. And yet, his hands are shaking still.

(The horrifying sensation of vertebrae pop-pop-popping along his spine, growing and lengthening. The unbearable itching beneath his skin as toxin glands begin to form. The feeling of his teeth sharpening and elongating, of his skull growing, of his vision changing and brightening. The awful stench of chemicals. The awful stench of ectoplasm.)

Jonathan takes careful note of his shaking hands, his blurring vision, his accelerated heart-rate and shallow breathing.

(Human hands. Human vision. Human heart and lungs and organs.)

He takes note of them, but he does not let that distract him from the task at hand. Danny is not a chemist, but Jonathan is.

The boy knows enough about chemistry in theory, but he won’t go anywhere near Crane’s equipment. He seems to have some sort of intense fear of laboratory settings, probably developed during his stay with the GiW, and Crane is willing to respect that, if only because he cannot afford to lose him.

As such, Crane is the only one qualified to do this. And, unfortunately, if he isn’t successful the boy may very well die.

He heats the chemicals to precisely the right temperatures, adding each one to its correct container.

Dr. Crane thinks of the Scarebeast, that creature born of cruelty and greed and a sense of superiority. That creature which he tries to ignore is a part of him, that can never be removed. A damage which cannot be undone.

He pours the contents of a small beaker into a larger flask, watching the liquids swirl together. The stench in the air is becoming closer and closer to the one burned into his memory.

Crane’s whole body is wracked with unpleasant sensations. It’s truly unfortunate, he thinks, that despite his mind’s lack of fear, his body still reacts so harshly.

Jonathan’s eyes wander, eventually settling on a purple and green card sitting innocently on the corner of the table.

Right.

Even if they wiped out the GiW tomorrow, and even if Danny could survive without ectoplasm, he would still be in danger.

Crane has to get him back to good health. It’s the only way he can be sure that the boy can defend himself properly.

The solution in the flask begins to foam, and Jonathan does not hesitate as he adds the final ingredient. He pours the mixture into a new container, capping it and placing it into a freezer set to -40 degrees.

Hopefully this time he got the timing right.

Jonathan tries to relax, the ventilation in the room slowly but surely clearing the familiar smell from the air.

He thinks of the letter.

Surely, he thinks, that man can come up with some better material for his jokes. Or, at least something new.

Same old threats, same old attempted poisoning.

Aiming his threats at Danny, though, that was new. New and utterly unacceptable.

Scarecrow did what he had to.

He doubted that his solution would last forever, of course, as with that man it never did. As such, he would prepare both himself and Danny for the inevitable moment that his choices came back to bite them.

However, for the moment, they were safe. Danny could rest and recover, and Jonathan could figure out a plan to minimize possible damages.

Jonathan is no longer shaking.

He’s exhausted. This is his fifth attempt today, and each one leaves an unfortunate strain on his mind and body.

With a sigh, he settles himself into his seat at a nearby desk, opening up his computer and logging his most recent attempt. He still has to wait for it to chill to know if it was successful, but he can always update the logs later.

Once he’s done, he stretches, joints popping loudly as he walks to the freezer.

When he sees the results of his tireless work, the ghost of a smile flits across his face.

Success.

Jonathan picks up the jug of ectoplasm and leaves the lab, which is in all actuality the basement of the new apartment that he moved himself and Danny into after receiving the note. The scrappy old woman who was his landlord had told him that as long as he paid her five hundred dollars up front, she would let him set up in the basement without any questions or cop calls.

And so, the most expensive apartment in the Narrows was his.

At least, he thought, the distance between the basement and the apartment was short enough that Danny didn’t have to sit in while he was doing his labwork.

Jonathan knew that he didn’t exactly have a strong grasp on the concept of ‘lab safety,’ proven by his built-up immunity to almost every toxic chemical he’d ever encountered, and he doubted that Danny should be around such an environment.

He was back to the apartment quickly, not bothering to hide the self-satisfied smile on his face. Danny is sitting in his armchair, trying to read one of his books. Danny looks up, ready to greet him, when he sees the jug in his hands and pauses.

“Is that..?”

“Synthetic ectoplasm,” Jonathan says proudly, “I found the Penguin’s research notes and decided to recreate it, since you said that you needed it to heal properly. I’m not sure if it’ll work the same as what you usually have, but I hope it’s helpful all the same.”

Danny is standing, now, and looking at Jonathan with a strange look in his eyes. He looks, Jon thinks, like he’s about to cry.

Then Danny is rushing forward and wrapping his arms around Jonathan, his scrawny form shaking.

Jonathan is, for a moment, horrified. Did he do something wrong somehow? Why is this child, who’s so afraid of touch, hugging him?

And then he hears Danny’s voice, and he knows that it was all worth it.

“Thank you,” he’s mumbling, over and over, “thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you so much.”

“Of course,” Jonathan says softly, because what else can he say?

The boy cries in his arms for a while, and Jonathan briefly wonders what his life must have been like before, if a person like him can be seen as a comforting figure.

Then, Danny pours himself a small glass of the synthetic ectoplasm, putting the rest into the small fridge which had come with the apartment, and he settles back down, sitting in the armchair once again.

Jonathan sits opposite of him, and they chat with one another as Danny drinks.

Danny talks to him about the stars and tells him about different spaceships, and Jonathan makes sure to pay attention and ask the boy questions.

He doesn’t miss the way that Danny lights up every time he asks him something about his interests. He’s so passionate, so smart, a trait that he seldom sees outside of his fellow rogues, and Jonathan wants to encourage that.

It’s…nice. Peaceful, almost.

And then the front door flies open, because Jonathan isn’t allowed to have nice things.

“Jon,” a familiar voice rings out, “what the hell?!”

Danny is frozen in place, clearly terrified.

Jonathan heaves a sigh, turning to face the nuisance who’s entered his apartment.

“Eddie,” he drawls, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”

Edward’s face is red with anger as he invades Jonathan’s apartment.

“Oh, I don’t know! Maybe it’s the fact that you sent a bunch of rogues a cryptic message and then dropped off the face of the earth for two weeks! I was worried, Jon!”

Jonathan hums in acknowledgement.

“I didn’t think it was that cryptic,” he says, picking up a book in order to pointedly ignore the Riddler.

“Oh, of course you didn’t, you straw-stuffed hickory dickory dickhead. I swear, you’re always—” he pauses, finally having noticed Danny sitting opposite of Jonathan, “—who is this?”

“My apprentice,” Jonathan replies, dreading the upcoming headache he was no doubt going to develop from Edward’s company, “he’s helping me hunt down the GiW. His name is Danny.”

Edward gasps dramatically.

“You—an apprentice?! And you’re letting him sit in the old man chair?! You don’t even let me sit in the old man chair,” he wails, draping himself over the headrest of the couch with a flourish, “Jonathan, I thought I knew you!”

“Edward,” Jonathan says, “get out of my apartment.”

“Oh my goodness, this is incredible. You’re becoming the bat!”

“I am not becoming the bat, Eddie, now get out.”

Edward has a shit-eating grin on his face as he waltzes over to Danny. Danny, who seemed terrified when he first appeared, is now looking at him with obvious amusement written all over his face.

“I mean, look at him! The hair, the eyes, the scrappy build. If you put him in one of those traffic light vigilante costumes, he could easily pass as a Robin!”

“I’m not doing this with you today, Eddie.”

“Riddle me this, Jon: I am a treasure hidden inside of a chest. You can break me, or steal me, or give me a rest. I can flutter, or pound, or attack, or drop, but if you don’t have me, you’re certainly fucked. What am I?”

Jonathan pauses for a moment before he groans, dropping his head into his hands.

“Eddie.”

Danny sits still, a confused look on his face as he repeats the riddle silently. Then, his face lights up in delight.

“A heart!”

“Jon, I like this one,” Edward says with a smile, ruffling Danny’s hair, “you are correct! A heart, something that I wasn’t aware that our dear Jonathan had!”

“Eddie, stop.”

“No, no,” Edward says, “I was worried about you, you deserve this. I mean, you even missed girls night! You never miss girls night!”

“Girls night?” Danny asks, absolutely delighted.

“Oh, of course,” Edward says, sprawling over on the couch, dangerously close to just laying in Jonathan’s lap, “we have it once a week. I’m invited because of Selina and Jon’s invited because Harley likes him.”

“And what does girls night entail, exactly?”

“Eddie,” Jonathan groans, “please.”

“Well,” Edward hums, “we usually paint our nails, or watch a movie, or gossip about the other rogues, and occasionally, we tell each other about any ‘encounters’ we have with Batman,” he says, raising his eyebrows up and down.

Danny’s jaw drops.

“Edward, shut up,” Jonathan says, an irritated tone in his voice that wasn’t there before.

“No way,” Danny says, “I thought that Batman, like, hated you guys or something. You mean he actually..?”

“Oh, the Bat is much like a bottle of liquor or a cheap cigarette, in that he was made to be passed around.”

Danny chokes on air.

“Edward Nygma,” Jonathan hisses, getting out of his seat and looming over the man, “get the hell out.”

Edward pales.

“Leaving, leaving!” Edward says, dashing away from Jonathan. He pauses, turning to flash Danny a quick smile.

“Remember Danny, I’m your favorite uncle! Not any of the other rogues, me!”

With that, he leaves, the room falling completely silent.

And, as per usual, that silence does not last.

“You full-named him?” Danny asks gleefully, “and it worked?”

Jonathan just sighs, sitting down on the couch and rubbing at his temples.

“Please, don’t take anything Eddie says seriously. He’s a moron.”

“Dr. Crane, please let me come to girls night with you,” Danny pleads, his eyes sparkling, “I promise I won’t embarrass you.”

Jonathan groans.

“Of course you won’t, Eddie will do it for you.”

“Come on, please?”

“I think we’re a bit busy with the GiW at the moment,” Jonathan snaps. He pauses as he notices the crestfallen expression on Danny’s face.

This boy is going to be the death of him.

“Perhaps, though, when all that is taken care of…”

Danny cheers, grinning wildly, and Jonathan is not at all relieved to see him happy again. Certainly not.

The rest of the day is relatively normal.

Danny works on trying to get information from the GiW database while Crane refines his his fear toxin, both preparing for a raid on the GiW base they located in Gotham.

It was only a temporary base, nothing of note, but there was a chance of discovering more bases through it, and that wasn’t something either of them were willing to give up.

Still, something like this would take time. Rushing would only lead to failure.

…

Late in the night, long after Danny is fast asleep in his room, Jonathan pauses.

The GiW are not the only threat out there. They aren’t the only threat to him or to Danny. Perhaps it could be helpful to reach out to someone with greater resources than himself.

He sends a quick message to Red Hood.

Hopefully, he thinks, everything will go smoothly.

—

#dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp fic #liminal scarecrow #Jon’s PTSD is triggered by the smell of ectoplasm because his life is a nightmare #HDJFNDNDNFKDJF #I am the master of emotional whiplash #rip Jon just trying to have some peace in this fucking house #never gonna happen king 🫡 #oh also Eddie is not lying that bat can manwhore #and like half the rogues in Gotham know this from experience #and also most of the JL #and some of JL dark #btw Eddie and Jon are besties #they’re both awful but they make it work #when Jon full-names Eddie that just means that if he doesn’t stop whatever he’s doing he’s gonna get a dose of fear toxin #Eddie isn’t intimidating enough to full-name anyone so if he gets mad he just bashes whoever in the head with his cane #Jon is the living embodiment of ‘me and my girl don’t argue she bash me in the head with a rock and I walk it off like a man’ #also side note I’m not doing any ships in this #because I don’t want to #they are just Like That #if you wanna read it that way though it’s completely fine #also shoutout 2 that one scriddler fic on ao3 that helped inspire that riddle LMAO

[doodlesforfics]

Who’s Old Now? by @lirabuswavi​ (um i hope i tagged the right person, cause like im 80% sure you are same ao3 lirabuswavi, if not im sorry <;D)

ok this one-shot literally opened my eyes to sheer chaos possibility of Adult!Fenton adopting kid Billy B. while Teenager!Phantom being mistaken as Shazam’s ward and just ladskjsdk??? superhero/magic/ghost community would not be prepared. amazing fic. such fun.

and some doodles inspired by the fic

let lil Billy have retired ghost superhero possibly eldritch overpowered being Phantom as protective Dad.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #Danny Phantom #shazam #billy batson #danny fenton #captain marvel shazam #jazz fenton #adult danny fenton #i build a little headcanon in my head that out of all communities ghosts are the most accepting?? of this strange development #like. superheroes are: oh anicent magical Shazam has a ward. a son now about whom he cares very much and also he is apparently?? ghost WAIT #magical ppl: ah Shazam aka Billy has gained an incredibly powerful being as his guardian. oh. he is ex-hero.HE DEAFEATED THE GHOST KING #AND HE KNOWS A TIME LORD?? #ghosts: oh hey halfa got himself a kid! he is also magic. huh neat. anyways back to usual ghost shennanigans #also now Shazam is under Phantom protection. so if ghost ever attacl JL they are like: Hey wait a sec arent u like... Phantom's? #Billy: sweating nerviously #ghost: aw shit cant mess with you then. ur friends are fair game tho #maybe some new ghost uncle and aunts for billy too who knows. #just really fun ;) thoughts that this fic inspired lol #anyway i hope you might like the silly art LiraBuswavi! #Who's Old Now? by LiraBuswavi #fanfic fanart

[clockwayswrites]

Tim Drake becomes a mini Hellblazer

Tim is determined to be the best Robin he can be- he has a hero's legacy to live up to. He has a thirst to know as bad as Bruce’s. And... he's a bit morally grey. All this leads up to an encounter that will change his course forever.

While he is off training in Europe (wtf on that Bruce), he runs into Constantine and some demonic trouble. Just so the stubborn kid survives, Constantine teaches him some of the basics. Tim, living up to his name, takes to it like a duck to water. After Tim gets back to the states, books just show up every so often in Drake manor. Sometimes even Constantine.

It's surprisingly easy to keep the secret in that big, empty house.

And then one of Gotham's curses come to play, the dead are around as ghosts, and only Tim has any idea what's going on. Problem is, he'd rather the Bats never knew what he knew. Problem is, he might have to pull a John and sell his soul to win.

He hopes the Ghost King is a good master.

Some added possible bonuses:

Constantine has no clue that his mini Hellblazer Tim is a Bat or he would have never.

Tim has been using his powers this whole time- being able to portal and literally become one with the shadows, but it just works for a Bat Mood™️ so no one catches on.

Tim has tattoos like John for powers, but they're the invisible UV ones so they're not visible when he's getting his check overs as Robin/RR.

Possible scenes:

• A cult shows up in Gotham, of course, and the Bats are doing their investigation and find what they think is the home base and Tim's tracker is there. And he's not answering his comms. He's supposed to be resting, he's sick. All hands on deck panic. The Bats roll up ready for a fight just in time to see Tim, covered in blood and a little glass eyed, walking out of the building. Inside is a bloodbath. They are think Tim is traumatized from the obvious demon summoning that went really really badly. Tim is just so fucking tired from using magic and wants to sleep for a week, but sure, the cover story works, so he leans into it. Really annoying how Dick won't stop hugging him though.

• Constantine, trying to avoid his job trapped in Hell, again, sends his apprentice to meet with the Justice League. To bad he didn't give the apprentice a heads up because suddenly Tim is summoned/portaled into the Watchtower. And ho-shit guess that cat is out of the bag now! Not that he's willing to explain anything.

#more fics I don't have time to write so have a prompt #doesn't have to go crossover #dp x dc #or not #dc comics #could go tim/danny if one wants too #let Tim be a menace to the JL #tim drake #how promptous

[imma-dragon53]

My favorite piece of Fanon ever is baby stalker Tim Drake. Like we looked at the lil boy genius who broke into the batcave and collectively thought “you know what would be funny?”

#Batman #batfam #Tim Drake #robin #Red Robin #stalker tim drake #we love stalker Tim #also Jason being His Robin #not only is it sweet in early adoption fics #but adds angst to regular time line Jason and Tim #best batfam fanon #personally I like it when Tim knows Everything #all the JL identifies #all the batfam is #but also stuff about the villains #let Tim be a better detective then Batman at the tender age of 9

[nelkcats]

The Banshee, a JL mystery

A foreign case was being discussed by the Justice League, in general it was not bad, just rare.

It began a couple of months ago, a tourist had come to Star City, but he did not visit the city, he did not even register, he just pop out of nowhere, went to the cemetery, and apparently the cameras recorded him placing flowers in all the tombs and talking with the air or with some of the people engraved in the stones, they were not sure of it.

The strange thing was that the cameras around him were always corrupted, they needed the JLD to even stabilize the image, and ¿was that not worrying? They assumed that something supernatural was following him, the boy looked strictly human, but even the trackers that they tried to put were damaged around him.

Unfortunate for the entire league, although they had the guy features, the image was not clear enough for facial recognition.

The corrupted sound of the camaras sounded like a wail, or a cry, Constantine commented it remembered him to a banshee, so they started to call him "The Banshee" even if Zatanna told them Banshee were strictly women, it stayed.

The wave of visits continued, the boy went through Central City, Metropolis, Washington, Gotham, but it was later where something relevant happened again.

Jason was visiting his own grave when he noticed the boy, he tells, he cared because the young man seemed disconsolate looking at the graves, even yearning if that had some sense.

"Did you know him?" It may be the case of B, but it still had him intrigued. Also, the guy was looking at his grave, he felt like he have the right to ask.

"No, but you could say I already did" the boy sighed, stroking the stone of the tomb "I would also like it-..." Danny stopped, he should not be telling his problems to the owner of the tomb "Ah, no matter, it's good to know he was loved"

Jelousy, the reason why Danny visited the cemeteries was to calm himself, surrounded by what he wants but can not occur, to cry as no one cried for him, Clockwork always said that a part of him died at the moment nobody pay attention to his death, and ¿wasn't that funny?

"¿How do you know?" If someone asked Jason, he would affirm that it was uncomfortable to talk about himself as if he was still dead, but he couldn't do anything about it now.

"Well, he's buried and has a proper resting place, they keep bringing him flowers even though the inside of his grave is empty, you can see the recently removed earth; Many of the dead don't have that luxury, their bodies left somewhere, the missing people were never given a proper burial, I don't know man, ghosts can't build their own graves ¿you know?" He was probably ranting and he knew it, but Danny was tired, he wanted that too, and it was such a stupid rule not to be able to give himself his own resting place, but he wasn't going to burden Jazz, Sam, or Tucker with giving him a funeral.

It was the reason he did this, why he visited cemeteries, laid flowers and talked to the resident ghosts, he wanted to know the feeling, wanted to know what he had lost, wanted to be mourned too.

"Anyway, nice to meet you Nosaj Ddot, be a little grateful for what you have, ¿okay? I know some who would kill for it" he smiled ruefully, starting to pick up his basket of flowers, he had already made his rounds anyway. It was probably time to go back to Amity Park.

"¿Nosaj? What are you talking about-" but the boy was already gone, disappeared into thin air, his communications re-established at the same moment that he noticed his damaged tracker right next to the grave, a short circuit.

"The banshee ¿uh?, he sure is an interesting guy, maybe the League is really onto something this time."

#danny phantom #dp x dc #justice league #justice league dark #Danny is jealous #he cant help it #he just want a grave to call it his own #The JL is freaking out for nothing #Tired Danny Fenton #Graves are love language for ghost #if your family don't give you one is like saying they don't love you #danny fenton #dc x dp #I like the hc of Danny feeling incomplete until someone give him his own grave #ALSO in all the fics I read they said he fuck up with technology but somehow the trackers works #Why? just destroy the trackers too #That will freak Batman even more #Yeah Danny want a funeral #He also know that was Jason grave #Thats why he called him Nosaj Ddot #He wanted Jason to connect the dots #Danny just want someone to love him #Not even in a romantic way #Just someone who remembers and care

[spacedace]

I almost forgot, her have these memes I made for Foundling at the Door:

This one’s not quite relevant yet but I just couldn’t get it out of my head lol:

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #tim drake #kon el #kon el kent #kon kent #dani phantom #danielle phantom #elle phantom #house of elle #tim and kon adopt elle #clark kent #black canary #bart allan #fic memes #Tim also will baby the shit out of her but lets be real he senses immediately that she's a total chaos gremlin #Elle would call Tim to tell him she accidentally blew up some buildings while on a mission #Tim: accidentally accidentally or don't-tell-the-JL accidentally? #Elle: the second one #Elle: in my defense they were evil and gonna try to kill everyone I care about #Tim: understandable I'll scrub the security footage if anyone asks make a point of looking haunted and sad #Elle: thanks pops also I don't know what it was about but Bruce asked me if I was with you last saturday night so I said yes #Tim: thanks kiddo I was destabilizing a small government that Randal Savage took over and I don't need Bruce giving me his disappointed face

[fistfuloflightning]

because I need some mental support for the emotional trauma that surely awaits in the newest chapter of From Our Soiled Hearts, have some wedding wish fulfillment fluff from its happier, less emotionally taxing but no less satisfying sister Silence Withered in Spring, also by the wonderfully talented @limitbreaker23 💕

#not pictured: #jin ling and lan yuan as the flowergirl and ring bearer respectively #I only had black and red pen on hand so I’m glad it turned out decent! #it’s so incredibly rough compared to my usual standards since I did this between classes 😬 #mdzs #zhancheng #lan wangji #jiang cheng #fic recs #character design #fanfic fanart #mdzs art #my art #I couldn’t get the image out of my head of jl and lsz weaving the headband they’d made into lwj’s hair 🫠💕

[chierafied]

Jily Microfic March 19: Astounded

@jilymicrofics, 300 words. On AO3. 🦡💛

“Where the hell is Prongs?” Sirius grumbled, craning to see out of the door of their compartment.  

Peter paused at the door. “I thought he was right behind me?” 

“I’m sure he’ll show up,” Remus said as he claimed a window seat. 

Sirius huffed and plopped down to the seat next to Remus. “Are we there yet?” 

Remus elbowed him in the ribs. Peter laughed and sat down opposite from them. 

Mary MacDonald rapped at the door and leaned into the compartment. “Hey guys. When did James get a girlfriend?” 

“What?” squeaked Peter. 

“James doesn’t have a girlfriend,” Sirius retorted, rolling his eyes. 

Before Mary could respond, Marlene McKinnon sauntered in. “Any of you guys seen Lily?” 

“No, sorry,” Remus replied. 

“Evans is missing, too?” Sirius asked. 

“We seem to have misplaced James.” Peter smiled sheepishly. 

“Oh, James is out there snogging some bird senseless.” 

“What?!” 

“Who?” 

“Did you see who it was?” Mary asked. “Did you know James was dating anyone?” 

“I had no idea.” Marlene frowned. “And I couldn’t see who it was, but she seemed just as enthusiastic.” 

Sirius’ and Peter’s gazes met and locked. Then, they sprang up from their seats. 

“Can we not?” Remus called out, but Sirius and Peter were already out of the door. 

Mary and Marlene shrugged and followed. Remus grumbled and got up. 

They found James down the corridor. Sirius’ loud holler of “Oi, Prongs!” startled him enough to interrupt his public snogfest and turn around to face his friends. His cheeks were flushed. His companion offered a small wave. And everyone’s jaws collectively dropped. 

“How?” Peter cried. 

“When?” Mary shrieked. 

“What the actual fuck?” Sirius ground out. 

Remus’ eyebrows shot up. “Well, I guess we found Lily.” 

Marlene shook her head in astonishment. “What the hell happened over the summer?” 

#jily #jily fanfiction #jily microfic #Team Hufflepuff #chie writes #fic: jl

[frownyalfred]

I just want Bruce to be exhausted and so frazzled from four days of sleep deprivation that when Clark comes to inform him that one of their JL surveillance ops fell through, he just sighs and says “So I slept with [Senator] for nothing?”

Clark: “What.”

Bruce: “I didn’t say anything.”

Clark, about to launch himself into the sun: “You—”

#thoughts #bruce wayne #batman #fic ideas #clark kent #superbat #superman #jl #justice league

[ghostbsuter]

A day of freedom, this was what danny smelled the moment he, alongside his new team (!!!) The Justice League, finished their most recent mission which involved aliens (!!!).

Until, on their way back home, a green (familiar) portal opened, hands grabbed and hauled him right through it.

Now this was, believe it or not, familiar and, and! He knew what to do.

What he didn't expect is Batman's hook to wind up around his middle, superman clinging on batman, wonder woman on superman, flash actually on his left leg and—

You get it. The entire team tm just went into the portal as well, cut contact to the tower and its absolute chaos!

What's he gonna do now??

#Danny when he gets kidnapped by his fellow ghosts: YIPPIEEEE #Danny when the entire JL follows after him: oh fuck oh fuck #dcxdp #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #fic prompt #writing prompt #dc x dp prompt #dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc prompt

[phantoms-world-and-more]

Danny makes a nest

So Danny was visiting Dani in the ghost zone and they both get sucked through a portal and into another universe

At first, they look around searching for another natural portal but can't find one, (Fenton luck again)

After some trial by fire they figure out if they save up enough energy they can combine their ability and make a portal themselves

But like I said, they need energy for that lots of energy

So they build a nest, which helps store energy, and helps them rest and since this universe has a fair amount of ambient ectoplasm if they make the nest out of things that have ambient ectoplasm it can cut the time in half!

So dani and Danny start building their nest

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And JL are facing a problem

2 creatures are taking artifacts and spellbooks

They swoop in, take what they want and leave, they've tried stopping them but the creatures just ignore them

They are not often seen together but Constantine said they're very similar in structure and magic that they must be related

The odd part is they don't hurt anyone

They don't attack the JL members that try and stop them, they don't go after civilians and they only go after artifacts that contain death magic

The JL don't know what to make of it

Though they might have to up this on the priority list because when Bruce got home, Talia Al Ghul was their and the first thing she said was

"some creature took the lazerous pit"

#danny phantom #fic prompt #danny fenton #daily prompt #dc x dp #dp x dc #funny #dc #batman #talia al ghul #dani phantom #Danny steals the lazerous pit #Dani helps #The JL have no idea what to make of the 2 creatures stealing death mafic #Danny and dani become eldritch when they have to much energy #They have no idea

[welcoming-grey]

Streamer Phantom who grinds on Stardew Valley and proceeds to drop trauma hints during character conversations. His chat goes wild every time he says 'Yeah, my parents used to do that a lot, lol' or when 'Y'know my sister says I'm therapy bait. Don't know what that means, she's just sooo weird sometimes' Or something of that sort. So, yes, what I’m trying to say is that no, Batman does not adopt him. Instead a bunch of strangers on the internet try to raise a ghost child and tell him that his parents were kinda trash through Twitch lingo such as ‘not poggers’ and ‘f’’s in the chat, expanded by the use of custom made Phantom stickers, one with ‘Booooo!’ is used frequently for this.  And then there’s Streamer Danny Fenton who plays Kingdom Hearts. Chat loves it when he quits in rage due to the mechanics or when he just points to the characters in the game in a ‘are u seeing this shit rn?’ way. One day, he says this: “I got permission from my parents for streaming of course, I just don’t think they remember that I am.”. This leads to more and more Danny venting. Which lead to some revelations from his community, specifically from those who watch both Phantom and Fenton.

This, of course, leads chat, a bunch of strangers who knows from where to believe that, oh no, Phantom and Danny are brothers. There were other ludicrous theories such as them both being the same person, which made little sense since they both had different hair colors and clothing styles. Of course, they both streamed at different times, they both probably share the same streaming device because of their parents. And don’t you see how helpless Danny looks every time he talks about Phantom, something must be going on. This invites chat to investigate about Amity Park and to their horror realize that the Fentons chase their son for sport.

#ok #after the first post i think i lost all my shyness #i have a lot and i mean lot of hc and ideas #that i want to vomit into the void #Danny Phantom #dp #streamer phantom au #streamer danny au #yes this means that nobody excluding the trio and jass truly know that danny streams #and he'd defo like to keep it that way #this could end up being a dp x dc #think about a batkid being a fan of streamer danny and phantom #only to discover that they both come from the hotspot for ghosts #worried this due to the league involvment or smthg #batkid calls batdad #batdad involved jl: the joke #jl meet phantom #and viola u got ur regular fun dc x dp fic #this could even involve GIW #etc etc #dc x dp #dp x dc #crack idea #yes ik that maddy and jack arent that bad in canon #but sus ur disbeleif #the post grammar stuff may also seen delirious so srry #this could also be an au where danny gains enough money to move out to somewhere #this somewhere of course being gotham where said batkid lives #brainrot #brain vomit