Duke: Why Are You Glowing So Much?!

Danny is just smiling, so wide, bloody nose and all. And then his face crumpled and he starts to sniff. JLD goes oh shit! You've really done it now! And Billy is worried about his new friend, but Danny just clutches him and wails that he's so happy to have a friend, because everyone else has been so distant and overly polite and no one wants to spar with him and they all HATE him-

JLD realizes oh shit, THEY'VE really done it now.

Word of the Day dpxdc Prompt #20

July 24: Evince

Ghosts, being made of emotions, have little control over how much they show and often lead to those emotions swaying what they do.

So whenever Phantom, a powerful ghost, becomes a member of Justicr League Dark, most members are afraid to tip him off after hearing how emotional ghosts can be. Danny is just wondering why his team members are practically walking on eggshells around him. He didn't do anything, right? Maybe he should ask and apologize because he's starting to feel a bit lonely from the overly polite smiles that put a barrier between him and people he was hoping to be friends with.

The JLD are freaking out more whenever they see how money and upset Phantom has gotten, wondering if they should apologize in case they did something even after how careful they've been.

Never mind, full regrets, someone brought a bedazzled jug of milk.

Ah, time for my most least favourite thing: a party. Don't you love standing in a crowd and yet feeling entirely isolated? Stay tuned for more incurable introvert and socially anxious thoughts.

More fanart for @st-whalefall 's amazing story In the Hall of the Mountain King. Spoilers for chapter six!

I've never done any kind of mini comic before, I think it turned out cool.

Danny shows up and he is having the best. Time. Of. His. Life/afterlife. Lady Gotham loves him, she is being very accommodating and always makes sure he has a good spot to see Vlad's face get kicked in.

One time Vlad approached him in Gotham, and all Danny had to do was yell 'STRANGER DANGER' and every single Bat of Gotham converged. Every. Single. One.

Most never patrol during the day. Most never patrol all at the same time. They're almost never all in the same area. But today, for the purpose of dog piling a billionare, they do so.

Danny is having the best. Day. EVER.

The city of Gotham hates Vlad Masters

No, literally.

Vlad avoids Gotham like the plague, because Gotham's spirit despises the man.

Every single time he's gone to that city, awful things happen to him. Just him.

Joker attack? He's the only one that gets hurt.

Scarecrow attack? He's the only one that gets tripped up and exposed to the fear gas.

Muggings? Every single mugger somehow ends up in his path, and it's in front of others, so he can't go ghost on them.

Robberies? Every single bank he goes to gets robbed, he never gets that transaction.

Littering? Every person who litters and throws trash out their car accidentally hits him.

Sinkhole? Only where he's standing, in public, so he can't fly.

The Bats keep getting the sense that something is intrinsically wrong with the man, so they keep stalking him. Red Hood doesn't even bother to try to hide it, he just stands four feet away from Masters at all times, staring at him until someone comes to take over the stalking.

Every single two-bit thug sees Vlad Master's face and is just "ah, yes. I must damage it in any way possible, this is law."

The citizens of Gotham love it when Vlad Masters shows up, because the man somehow absorbs like, all of the shit luck in the city and things get a little more peaceful for everyone else.

DannyxBruce Enemies to Lovers Court Drama edition.

Prompt: Tim’s “Uncle” shows up to court, ready to fight Bruce Wayne for custody of his “nephew”.

Danny Nightingale knows better than to trust adults. After all, his own parents cut him apart in the name of science DESPITE believing that he was their son!

So when a kid, looking just like he did, comes to him for help with not getting adopted (by an eccentric billionaire, no less!) he’s more than willing to lend a hand. Sure, it’s a little bit illegal, but at this point what else could go wrong?

if i ever interacted with you and it was awkward just know im sorry and painfully aware that sometimes i come off like a person who is having the first conversation of their life

Lying to your grandparents about what you're reading (fanfic).

evil infodumping where you just tell lies

Damian: He is highly intelligent and with time his knife skills can improve.

Jason: You already have Batcow, leave Duck Hood alone. He's MY animal sidekick.

Quacked up

Danny never thought that Desiree was serious on her threats, or at least the threats that had to do with "turning him into a duck and abandoning him in another dimension."

But it seems that even ghost genies had their limits, because the third time he "ruined her plans," she made good on her threat. Danny wasn't worried about Amity, Team Phantom could take care of that just fine.

He was more concerned about his webbed feet and duckbill. Plus the fact that he showed up in the middle of a warehouse occupied by mobsters, although the supposed mobsters were more involved in trying to catch him (were his ears wrong or had he heard an "aww"?) than killing him. One of them even named him "Duck Hood."

Jason didn't know how to feel watching all his employees chase a duck. It was a weird duck, with glowing green eyes (was it possible for a duck to dive into the pits??), and he was sure he saw it float by at some point, but at least his "lair" was a little more lively.

He wondered if he should give it to Damian or keep it.

Bruce was not panicking.

He was most specifically not panicking. Because if he panicked, this teenager, this child, bleeding in his arms, would die.

The robbers on Elm Street could wait. Oracle had already directed Nightwing to the robbers getaway vehicle. Dick had been complaining for days that he hadn't had a good car chase in weeks. He got his wish.

But this child, Daniel, was Bruce's priority. His disorientation was concerning. He'd gone from mostly aware and coherent to unconscious in such a short period of time, after obviously having been cognizant enough to get away from his abuser. The rapid deterioration gave Bruce an indication of what type of poison it was, at the very least.

Bruce carefully buckled the child into the passenger seat of the Batmobile, tilting the seat and Daniel's head so he wouldn't choke on his own blood before they got to the Batcave.

"Agent A," Bruce growled, the Batmobile rumbling beneath him as he hit the gas, "Prepare medbay and the lab for a tox screen. Victim is a teenager, orphan, Daniel, most likely not from Gotham. Came with his godfather, the one who poisoned him,"

"Symptoms?" Alfred asked, steady as always, and Bruce appreciated that more than anything.

"Disorientation and confusion leading into unconsciousness, rapid decline. Bleeding from mouth, nose," Bruce glanced over at Daniel and his mouth thinned, "Eyes, and ears. Cold body temperature, thready pulse," Bruce paused, considering. "Too cold, possible meta. We'll have to test for the gene before intensive treatment,"

"Acknowledged. Shall I set Red Hood on discovering the identity of the young man and his godfather?"

Bruce paused. Thought it over for a second. Then he glanced at Daniel, heard his desperate pleas to save him, help him, keep him away.

"Remind Hood not to kill,"

"Will do,"

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

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