*slides The Bottom Jaw Of A Musky Across The Table*

Duke: Jason, the only person who thinks you're a "bad boy" is you

Jason: I do illegal stuff all the time

Tim: So do we, we're vigilantes, remember?

Jason: I break into buildings- as a civilian!

Duke: Correction; you stay in libraries after hours, with permission, to read.

Phantom is missing.

The Justice League and the Justice League: Dark have been searching for the spirit for weeks. Everyone available is searching, and not a single hero or hero-adjacent has heard a word.

Even the city spirits have gone silent, according to Zee and Constantine. The Gods of Shazam know nothing.

No one wants to or even knows how to find a Realms being who doesn't want to be found. And that has to be it, there's no other explanation for why there hasn't been any sightings of Phantom since the G.I.W. made a surprise move after the latest big "event" the JL called in Phantom for.

The League had been tangentially aware of the G.I.W. and their actions against the Realms and the denizens of them, and had been working within the word of the law to dismantle them. Seeing them in person was a new thing, especially with how fervently they chased Phantom as he sassed and blew raspberries, treating them like cartoon villains instead of a truly evil organization halfway to interdimensional war.

With an impish grin and a few quips, he had assured them he'd be okay, but they hadn't seen him since. That was over a month ago.

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Danny, meanwhile, is chilling in a hammock on the far side of the moon, with a pound of his dad's fudge, a thermos full of Ectoplasm, and another full of soup from Tucker's mom.

Going to ground has never been so relaxing.

He wonders what kind of mess the heroes might be in, but he isn't going to go back until Sam and Tucker send him the all clear.

love this concept the villains are just cool nice and generous fans nothing sucpious at all

They just help him build the potal so he doesn’t starve/continue to die. Just super helpful and don’t ask questions they don’t want the answers too.

I can imagine the YJ see some of the students and being we were to late!!?! NOOOO we will save you nightingale!

DCxDp idea.

Danny does Science

Danny is a chemist who posts videos online of random experiments he does. Each video is a little unhinged, he says some out of pocket stuff and the editing is gold. (I’m thinking like NileRed on YouTube but mix it with that funny cooking guy from TT)

He does all of his experiments in his parent’s lab when they aren’t using it.

Most of the videos are educational, entertaining and just an interesting watch. Giving how he explains the components, process and uses of each and every experiment he does.

Sure every now and then he gets shot at or attacked by automated weapons or the giant doors open behind him to show off a swirling void of green that comes with ungodly sounds. And yeah maybe his science comes to life when he isn’t looking and tries to ambush him from behind.

But it’s still educational. Just very interestingly educational.

This is so sweet ! I love this addition I never actually watched Danny phantom but like the fanfics so this given the specific ideas in canon is great

Phantom, the newest addition to the Justice League, pulls Wonder Woman aside.

He has...a strange request.

He's nervous, flustered, fading in and out of the visible spectrum. It's clear that what he's about to ask of her is important to him, and even though she has an uncomfortable voice in the back of her head telling her this young hero is about to ask her out, she resolves to listen before she jumps to conclusions.

She's glad she did.

"Can...can you put a grave for me in Themyscira? I know it's just for women, but it's the safest place I can think of for it! I just...I don't have a grave, and Clockwork says it's starting to stunt my growth as a Ghost, and I have too many enemies on American soil, so. It's okay if you say no, though, I'll figure something out, it's fine."

Diana lets him ramble to the end, already knowing what her answer is going to be.

"We would be honored to host your grave, Phantom. Do you have any remains I can take home? Do you require a funeral service?"

Phantom looks...he looks beyond grateful. Close to tears.

"No, no remains. A symbolic grave is fine, it just. It has to have my real name on it, my mortal one." He says, looking hesitant. "Please don't reach out to my family, Wonder Woman. They don't know."

With that, he hands over a small slip of paper, torn from a notebook and clearly folded one too many times.

She takes it as though he were entrusting her with the rarest diamond in the world. She wants to, but she does not ask how they could not notice the death of someone so very bright.

Instead she nods, tucking the paper away.

Phantom will get a grand grave, one worthy of a friend to the Crown of Themyscira. She will ensure it.

character in a movie: Oh no, angry dog, please don’t bite me!

the dog: I’m at work! I’m doing so good at being at work! I’m barking because my handler gave the sign ‘bark’! I am going to get such a good grade in being a dog actor, which is completely possible to achieve, and normal to want! I am doing a great job! I am proud of myself for doing such a great job! I love this, because I’d make it physically impossible to get anything done if I wasn’t enjoying it! I’m barking!

This is beautiful! Does anyone know how I get adlares for updates ?

Tim has noticed something odd, about the Demon Brat.

Sometimes, the Demon Brat would look to his left, as if to start a conversation, or as if anticipating someone saying something, only to freeze. Just for a moment, a half second, because nobody was there, before looking away with painful expression. 

Months later, Tim decided to stand there, just to see what would happen. The brat didn’t look at him once, and Tim found that curious, and odd.

Another odd thing about his new, murderous brother, is that he refuses to look into the mirror. That’s not true, exactly: he would look in the mirror for basics, for necessities. 

Tim realized, months of observations later, that the brat didn’t look himself in the eyes. 

Strange. 

Tim had asked him, once, why he didn’t. As expected, all he got was a “It’s none of your business Drake.”

But that didn’t stop Tim from wondering. Tim is, if nothing else, curious to a fault and persistent to an illegal degree. 

And so the strangeness would continue, and Tim would wonder.  

The brat would look to his left, pause, and then look away. He would deftly avoid mirrors, and when asked why he would sneer and avoid those questions, too. 

Until he didn’t. 

Until he came back to the Cave battered and beaten, some dreary autumn day, the Demon Brat unusually sullen and quiet and off his game. He had sat through the lecture Bruce had given him, and sat through the quiet reaching out from Dick, and sat through the cajoling teasing meant to rile him up, to get him to say or do anything per the norm, with an unusual aplomb.

The brat apologized, said he was fine, and ignored the rest. He told Bruce he wouldn’t patrol tomorrow, and would stay home from school, because clearly he wasn’t feeling well. 

 It was like Damian wasn’t there, fully. 

So when Tim saw that the brat’s door was open, the next day, he peeked in. 

Of course he did. 

And there the brat was, sitting in front of the full length mirror he usually had covered with a cloth when it wasn’t in use, reaching up and staring directly into his own reflection’s eyes. 

“Demon Brat?” Tim asked, stepping in and concerned about the look in the other’s face. There was no answer. 

“Damian. What’s wrong.” Tim stood behind the boy, watching as Damian touched the corner of his own reflection’s eye. 

“The color’s wrong, Drake.” Damian finally said, matter of fact and almost broken, absent-minded. 

“What?” Tim asked, trying to see what he was talking about. Nothing was wrong, nothing was changed. Damian met his eyes through the mirror for a long moment, but Tim didn’t understand. 

“The color.” Damian reiterated, looking at his own reflection again. 

“The color? Of what?” Tim and Damian were never close, not really, but he was starting to feel like something was slipping away, in this moment. Damian dropped his hand, and finally looked away. 

Without answering, the boy got up and carefully draped a cloth over the mirror, ushering Tim out of his room silent as the dead. 

“Leave me be for today, Drake.” Tim reached, opened his mouth to try and say something, because something was wrong, but what? 

But Damian simply shut the door softly. 

The sound of the lock engaging felt strangely, and utterly, final in a Manor full of lockpicking detectives.

Tim laid a hand on the door, and mourned. 

Danny: haha I am dead yes this is very funny

Tim: *literal, intense flashbacks*

Dick: :DDD

Chapter seven of Wanted: Dead and Alive is live and it contains this ICONIC scene so like... Check it out if you would ;-;

QPR SHARKS !!

THIS IS good, and it must have been made by someone close to my age because it uses the Dr Doofenshmirtz saying and not the old one. this is much better and more specific

some thoughts about being aromantic, by me :) this zine is very special to me bc it's one of the first zines i ever made (for asaw2024, but it wasnt done in time), & bc it's about aromanticism and i love being aro and talking about being aro

Short DPXDC Prompts #605

Phantom, much like Deadman, cannot be seen by anyone besides those liminal, magically gifted, or was magically given true sight.

i love this!!!!!! so much

this would be a fun crack fic set up

The Finished Animatic!!!

I’m so excited to share this with everyone!! This is definitely the biggest project I’ve ever done before and I’m so proud with how it came out

Enjoy the little gay ghost guys!!!👻👻👻