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You know what would be funny?

If the downfall of the GIW and other anti-Ecto acts and organizations? Came about because of some long dead scholars pathological need to Be Right.

How? Would this work, you may ask? Oh, easily!

WIKIPEDIA.

Somebody is WRONG about FACTS. And that can not stand! You see, they were told... well, more OVERHEARD then anything else (during their annual and ongoing debate about EVERYTHING) from that...? Techmus? Fellow? Whomever he was.

They HEARD, there has been a MARVELOUS advancement in the realm of the Living! A collective knowledge repository! Imagine the possibilities! They must see it at ONCE!

So they harrass Danny about it. Obviously.

He finally caves. And, to prevent them going Wrath Of The Old Academic or something, shows them JUST technical papers sites and Wikipedia etc. That should fix things, right? They should be HAPPY, now, RIGHT?

WRONG.

These so called "Facts" are INCORRECT! I was THERE! We did not do THAT! Slander! Outrage! I shall BURN THEIR HOUSE DOW-!

Ooooookay, hold up! OR? We could EDIT the page? See that button? Push that.

They blink. Push up their spectacles. Squint at the screens more closely. Ah. So there IS! Their mistake! How silly, quite embassies. Now then... *furiously begins typing*

And? You obviously can just? Make random edits. Even if you seem to be correct. ESPECIALLY with out any sources. And no one will accept "I was There" as a source. We are discussing Pompeii. And a spcertain historically significant volcanic incident. NO YOU WERE NOT.

Yet? No matter HOW had the moderators try? They for some reason can not BLOCK this deluge of edits. It's unending. And not even a united front. As they edit each other's edits.

AND on top of THAT? Random papers are showing up in official journals. Ones that were NOT put there by the journal's staff. About alchemy or frogs or rebuttals to people no one has even HEARD off.

Obviously, it's? Kind of a Big Thing in the scientific and academic community. Everyone is talking about it and confused. Every Hero with a scientific job. Oracle, with her job at a LIBRARY. Anyone connected to them they ask to look into this. It keeps spreading.

Especially when the hackers FAIL to stop it.

Imagine Danny's horror. Just... IMAGINE it. He goes to bed. The old fogies content to quietly argue and merrily type away, certain he's distracted them. Harmless he thinks. Contained, he believes.

They blow up the internet. Bring the JUSTICE LEAGUE to his city.

He has to explain himself to BATMAN.

He's gonna cry. Stop laughing Tucker, this is absolutely a threat. He is GOING to cry on you. (T^T )

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Heroes at the watchtower: Why are they staring at each other? I hope they get along..

14-year-old Danny in his adult ghost king form:

14-year-old Billy in his adult Shazam form:

DPxDC Prompt

Phantom is new to the Justice League, not much is known about him, except ONE thing.

That he's dead. A ghost.

It is pretty heartbreaking to think about, especially for heroes. But also, they can't help but be curious. How did the kid die…

Danny has to walk away the first time he's asked, he flinches the next time, the third time he has had enough. He says the first scenario that comes to mind, it works, it gets the hero to leave him alone, even if they went strangely pale.

Next several times he's asked he does the same, recites the first thing that comes to mind, a different thing every time. When the heroes go ghost white, deathly quiet or excuse themselves? well they shouldn't have asked in Danny's opinion!

What he doesn't realize is he has been reciting the heroes own near death experiences back to them, which is why each and every one of them has backed off after getting their answer.

TUE AU:

Danny hated the stares. The looks of pity and sadness. Not one of them empathetic to the boy who lost everything. He hated Vlad for trying to take him.

He didn't want to become Dark Dan. He didn't want to become a child driven by the hate for his other half. Although, he hated that it wasn't him who died.

So, Danny ran. He ran and ran until he no longer could, and in the moment of a brief weakness, he stopped.

In front of him stood a tall man as he lay on the desert ground. The man in front of him looked down at the broken boy and offered a hand. He would train this boy to be better, more dangerous, more deadly than the Detective.

Eventually, the boy threw away his former name. Loyal, strong, able to use his gifts in his human body. He only let his ghost form flash over him when he wanted the stars to sooth his ache. The pain of the loss was still heavy in his heart and mind.

The boy grew to his late teens when he was given the mission to lure. To be an anti-hero. To be someone who he wasn't in the past. He no longer felt lost and even though he knew he was giving his trust to the wrong people; it did not feel as if he was.

Danyal formally Daniel finally felt free.

Imagine going to a city to investigate their vigilante only to be stopped on the street by a nice old lady

"We are okay with bruce Wayne, but if we see you doing any Batman activity" and then waves her walking stick threatningly

And then you, of course, do the Batman only to be shot down by a teen who complains to her friend that her gun doesn't match her nails

And her friend? Pulls out a grenade that turns into a goddamn cage around you and says something about how to get a better one

And then they ship you back to gotham in the pink cage

Because quite frankly it just happened to bruce and he needs a week at least to recover

DeadSerious Meet the Parent(s) ft. Eldritch Danny

Bruce clenches his jaw, feeling like he needs to Glare at something but feels Dick elbow him, roughly, and holds it back. He instead makes a quiet grumble that is ignored.

In all his years of being a Father of many (and he means many) children, you'd figure he'd get better when they got older and started dating.

He was fine when Dick and Barbara dated on and off, when Jason brought Roy to the Manor and Bruce was hit with the realization he could possibly have Oliver Queen as an in-law. He stayed quiet when Tim and Stephanie dated, and even when Cassandra had that moment with Kon (he nor Clark like to bring it up).

But Damian just turned 15, he should be focusing on his art, his hobbies and interests.

That's why, it was a surprise when Damian requested Bruce and Dick meet him down at the Batcave one random day.

Bruce wasn't even sure where to look when they made their way down and an eldritch being, who kept changing its form every second, revealing something only one who deals with The Scarecrow on a monthly basis could fantom looking straight at, was down there.

Instead, Bruce is staring at the tall, strange eldritch being in his Batcave, in his Manor (it really belongs to Alfred) as his youngest walks to it and holds hands with.... whatever was in the Batcave (was it an it?)

"His name is Daniel, and he is my Beloved." Damian says, as if perfectly in tune with his Father's train of thought and Bruce was proud of how his son knew just when to swoop in.

"I'm sure Daniel seems like a swell guy!" Dick says, and Bruce really has to give him credit for being the calm one in this situation.

Damian gives a small puff of his chest and leans in just the slightest bit closer to... Daniel.

"Beloved, this is my Father, Bruce Wayne. And my... other parental figure, Richard Grayson, who's also my eldest brother." Damian says to Daniel with a hand wave gesture towards Bruce and Dick.

Daniel only let out a small screech-like sound that would haunt Bruce's ears for years to come, Dick's smile strains a bit.

Damian, on the other hand, looked absolutely delighted at whatever Daniel confirmed.

How lovely, it would seem Daniel approved of them.

The Observants finally tell Danny that's he's a baby Ancient. And he needs to decide what he's going to be the Ancient of.

Danny does not like this. Does not want this. Absolutely hates it.

He can't say the Ancient of the Living, because that'd apparently make him a God of Life, with the ability to command all things living. He'd never know if asking his friends to hang out with him would be of their own volition if he does that.

He can't say Ancient of Space, because that'd be way too powerful and he'd be scared shitless of fucking it up. What if he sneezes and moves the Milky Way five hundred thousand lightyears to the left?

But if he doesn't chose an aspect, then his core is just gonna choose one at random.

(Clockwork confided that it's very likely to choose space)

It's Sam who gives him an idea, as she's reading Odysseus. She's on the part with the cyclops, when Odysseus tells him that his name is "Nobody", so when he cried out in pain and said Nobody was attacking him, no one thought to do anything.

Somehow, this thought led to another though, and Danny finally figured out how to get out of the whole "Ancient" thing.

"Nothing."

"...Excuse us?"

"I'm the Ancient of Nothing."

Problem solved! Can't get OP powers and become a demigod if there's nothing to rule over!

Danny did not anticipate his "easy" solution leading to being interpreted as the Ancient of the Void, Guardian to the Eternal and Eldritch, Keeper of the Hungry Emptiness That Circles the Universe.

Sam won't take responsibility for his actions.

Life (and death) are so fucking unfair.

(He manages to coax the Hungry Emptiness into a much smaller and more manageable size. It took the shape of a Ferret with too many legs, and it likes eating deodorant.)

The street kids of Gotham were acting off. Which wasn't saying much considering they were always acting suspicious but for the last few weeks the kids had been acting different somehow. They were a little too organized. Jason finally decided to look into it and found that the street kids really had organized under one leader. Which was concerning to say the least. Jason figured their leader was some asshole who was about to forfeit his rights to knee caps but instead he found it was some spooky teen from out of town. It was still suspicious but he figured as long as the kid wasn't causing any trouble he'd leave things be. For now.

DC X DP prompt

A savage winter

The JL attempted to summon the ghost king Pariah Dark. Yet when the summoning happened instead of the Tyrant a different being appeared in front of them.

His dark skin skin was covered with tattoos of constellations. In the middle of his chest was an eight pointed star. He wore a red and blue furred cape and a furred skirt over his pants.

Standing above the entire JL was a savage looking spirit with long braided white hair. An Aurora borealis danced around him, images of various animals appearing in and out of it.

Looking down at the ensemble of heroes, the spirit asked, "Who has summoned me, the embodiment of the Winter Sky,"

Seducing Astarion as a Rogue is fun!