As A Prompt Danny After He Enters Gotham For Any Suddenly Starts Growing Again For The First Time Since

As a prompt Danny after he enters Gotham for any suddenly starts growing again for the first time since the portal incident and his body instead of slowly again decides to catch up all the missing years of growing at once so Danny goes from still looking 14 to suddenly having his father's height and looking his actual age.

Growing pains.... Literally

Since his death, Danny hasn't really... Grown. His parents think he's a late bloomer, that he'll grow later in life. But it's been four years since he's died and he hasn't grown a single inch in that time.

Frostbite is kind enough to tell me that... Well... He's stuck.

He's stuck in this form until something affects his physical form. Amity, even though it's considered the most haunted place in earth, doesn't have enough ambient ectoplasm for Danny. There are too many ghosts from the realm that feed of it, too many nevermores that need it to exist. Amity feeds it's ghosts but it doesn't have enough for a halfa like him.

When he moved to Gotham for the aerospace program (plus the scholarship) he doesn't expect much from it. People still question him about his age, it almost ends with him flinging his ID and birth certificate on people and cussing them out on his height.

He had even started exploring the city. There was this one cafe he found and the owner, Lily, was an absolute angel! With a shotgun. And he met a lot of people in Lily's Eden Cafe, like this weird kid that apparently dropped out of high school. Now, Danny ain't one to judge, so he's pretty okay with Tim. Except for the fact that he was so cool and smooth on a skateboard. Danny wanted one too.

Almost a week after moving, he's suffering. His body hurts, everything aches. It's as if something inside of him was trying to break out and it's making his bones strain. Everything about it hurts.

Many days passed of Danny being delirious from the pain, barely able to register what he was doing. A week and it's like he spent a coma walking around while his consciousness was asleep, practically dead by the lack of his memories.

The next time he woke up, it's been a week since he blacked out from the pain.

There's music in the background, almost familiar. The beat is something he heard Ember compose before his eighteenth birthday, then it was practically blasted through our the Ghost Zone when the day actually came.

"Shhh! Turn that racket down!"

"Hell nah! He likes it, see?"

"The little king seems.... To......change... Gotham..."

His eyes snapped open, gasping when he saw multiple pairs of eyes looking down at him.

"He's alive!"

Danny's instincts took over in that second and he's sending a blast of ecto towards the sudden scream. More screaming. Too much screaming. His head hurt.

"Holy shit, baby pop!"

He takes a moment before he's recognizing Ember... And the hole on his wall... And his glowing hand. Shit.

"Woah, woah! Calm down."

In Danny's confused state, he could barely register Kitty and Johnny in the room. Oh, and Shadow too. But still...

"I— What happened?" He groaned, blinking slowly. "WHAT THE FUCK?!"

His voice... OH MY GOD HIS VOICE! Why was it so deep?! What was wrong with his voice? Did he have a cold or something? Or maybe it's just his morning voice—

"Congrats on your dawning!" Johnny congratulated, grinning like a madman.

"What?" ooh, that was weird, "What the heck is an dawning?"

"Ooh, baby pop!" Ember cooed, "Forgot that our little king is still pretty new to being all ghost. C'mon now, baby. Mama Ember will teach you all about ghost puberty."

"GHOST WHAT?!"

As A Prompt Danny After He Enters Gotham For Any Suddenly Starts Growing Again For The First Time Since

Ghost puberty was a thing apparently. He had hauled himself into the Far Frozen after yelling at the four ghosts to steal him some clothes that would actually fit him. Because his entire body felt wrong... So wrong.

He was taller now. Having shot up from 5'4" to a whopping 6'2". Everything still hurt and now all his clothes didn't even fit! Nothing looked right when he'd looked at the mirror. He was almost as tall a shis dad now—he looked almost exactly like his dad now actually. It was almost terrifying how much he resembled his dad. If he went to visit now, he's sure that his mother would have a heart attack from how quickly he had grown.

"Frostbite!" Danny practically growled and oooh... Yeah, now it sounded differently to whenever he'd end up snarling. The deepness of his voice almost intimidated him.

"Great one!" The yeti greeted, looking utterly ecstatic to see him. "Ah, I see you've finished your dawning. I offer my sincerest congrats, your majesty."

"Yeah, yeah. The fuck is a Dawning?"

Frostbite blinked, before his expression morphed into a grim one. "Oh dear... I had thought that the Observants would have deigned to explain this too you upon your coronation... Well, let us sit then, great one. This will be a long one."

To summarize it all, Ghost puberty.

A Dawning was a time every ghost went through, so long as there was enough ambient ectoplasm around them to help their forms morph into their preferred appearances. Usually, a ghosts appearance to their own mentality. Their maturity.

Apparently, Young Blood already went through a Dawning but remained in his child-like form due to his own mental age. He was a child in heart, mind, soul, and body.

Meanwhile... Danny who was still alive yet also dead, had followed on with his mental maturity. His body morphed, it changed, it adapted to how he saw himself, how he desperately wanted to become deep down in his core.

And this Danny Fenton was a 6'2" giant trying to control all his limbs that were suddenly too long, too heavy. Everything felt strange....

Tim Drake's favorite cafe was known for being neutral ground for both rogues and vigilantes. You don't fuck around Lilian's cafe or else she'll pull out a rifle and shoot you dead. So if course, Tim fucking loved the place.

Actually, many people frequented it.

He's familiarised himself with the faces of a lot of people by then. Even that scrawny new kid that arrived three weeks ago. Tim remembers Danny for how enthusiastic he was about going to collage, not even minding the madness of Gotham itself. It was like he thrived in it.

He waves at Lilian after ordering his usual, taking a seat in the corner before he's whipping out his laptop. Duke and Steph arrive soon after, immediately ordering before going off to join Tim.

Mundane things, something they all seemed to appreciate more.

The bell rings, more customers arrive and—

"Danny! Holy hell, what happened?"

Tim paused, immediately snapping his eyes towards— WHAT THE FUCK?!

Steph whistled, "Hot damn..."

Danny Fenton was a scrawny young man, shorter than Tim. Even more slim.

But whoever the hell entered the cafe was 6'2", almost as muscled as Jason, and slouching like Clark—as if he was in the wrong body. He almost dropped his drink if not for Duke gently guiding his hand down.

"Hey, Lils..."

God, what the fuck was that? What was happening? Who the hell was this awkward adonis with a voice as deep as the fucking ocean?

"Tim?" Duke waved his hand over his eyes, "Timothy? Timbers?"

"Duke, leave him alone. He's gone, never coming back." Steph snickered, shaking her head before her eyes went back to Danny, who was stuttering as he tried to order what he wanted. "But damn if I wouldn't act the same. Shoot your shot—"

Shoot his fucking shot he did.

"Hey Danny..." Tim slid up to him with a smile.

Danny blinked—woah was he tall and practically built like a fucking fridge—before his eyes brightened and a smile joined his expression.

"Hi Tim!"

Was this how Bruce felt like when he saw Clark?

Masterpost

Aye~!

I'm supposed to be finishing my final's presentation. But my brain cooks the most when I don't want to do something.... a damn shame I need it too...

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a2remedy

2 months ago

DPXDC Prompt# 3- It’s on Fright

Summoning has never been off the table. In fact Danny welcomes it.

At least after the first 50 he did.

Now it’s just getting repetitive. Destroy the world, end this specific race, person, sexuality. He’s really heard it all and it honestly sucks. He’s a protective spirit damn it!

Look at all the high and mighty people and cultists that would call on him for their mortal issues? It's even more annoying to listen to the whiney people who think they're entitled to his power or his time.

So he did what he should've done this whole time. If ghosts are strong enough emotional echoes, why shouldn't it be the same way? He establishes a connection between his summoning circle. If the caster's intent when casting the spell is for anything other than protecting life, its free game. Que the registration of numerous ghost to send an echo of themself to fuck with the people who thought they could fuck with the king. Of course, there are rules. You're only there for a short window. No killing is permitted unless a caster is hostile and a threat to ghosts. Ensure the safety and good health of human sacrifices. Blah,blah, blah. But most importantly, make them regret ever casting the spell in the first place. Upon numerous heroes failing to stop the summoning in time, there's a vast amount of random shit that happens further proves to not fuck with the realms. Batman can only hear the nostalgic music before witnessing the lead cultist that nabbed Jason get hit by an ice cream truck driven by a muscular man and little girl in uniforms. Tim and could agree that their soft serve was the best they ever had. Hal comes onto the cultists being forced into a tea party and learning their table manners from a blue dragon in a gorgeous dress and tiara. Flash comes up to Shazam and a lanky grey figure with glasses discussing Justice League fanfiction while the cultists have to cosplay the members and live out their found family dreams. Spectra is having the time of her life honestly. Talking things out with depressed kids to work through those feelings or being allowed to pay a certain clown a visit time and time again for her good work along with, spooking frats and sororities.

Superman has been quick to react to cultists after a little demon of a girl promised to return if he wasn't treating his clone better to not repeat the beatdown that was personally recorded and handed to Lex to make if he agreed to make merch from it. Most summon sites are Jumpscare Central or a straight up scrap. It's also a wonderful chance for Spectra to give the bats what they fear most. THERAPY!!! Under Jasmine's supervision, of course. JLD has heard the outcries of the JL and still keeps their good standing with the king to themselves. Especially that said king is over every Friday with treats and gifts from throughout the ages. He's fallen for the blonde warlock that has always been able to reliably call on him because he only does it when ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY! Danny found it odd that the only person who could call him now was a sad Brit in a trenchcoat but a conversation or two had them see that they were more often than not on the same wavelength. Sick of their duty, in need of a drink, and helping the world to the best of their ability. John is just so human and reminds him of how he is too. That soon applies to Zatanna too, who's distraught from leading. Besides, what happens in the House of Mysteries stays in the House of Mysteries.

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polyamory help danny phantom ghost king danny dc x dp crossover john constantine justice league aged up characters zatanna dpxdc justice leauge dark hellblazer oh god oh fuck Aged up danny Ghost chaos Don't fuck with their king Summon turned on you JLD ain't no snitch John and Z may be in a throuple by the time the JL brings this up Danny is living his Bi-disaster dreams John is a little confused How tf did he bag two baddies Zatanna is the most aware person in the room Of course her husband flirted with the ghost king Shes not mad about it I don't know what their ship names are

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a2remedy

2 months ago

Under ordinary circumstances, Danny wouldn't have resorted to throwing punches first ask questions later. But he was on the run and he was tired so when the hero sneaks up on him, he swings. Now he is on the run, tired, and has a concussed hero to take care of.

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a2remedy

2 months ago

the Constantine twins are on the TL again

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a2remedy

1 month ago

Sigh. . . Tim Joker Jr. AU incorrect quotes because I don't wanna start writing the fic till I plan everything out and have a decent understanding of Stephanie, Cass, and Babs as characters and the timeline. The. Timeline. But gods, my own AU lives rent free in my head and I'm the only one able to make the content I want of it...

Context: Bruce stuck Tim in Arkham following the J.J. incident, Dick didn't exactly agree, but he didn't protest, nobody visited Tim for the two years he was there. Jason came back and decided Tim was his now. Now take backs.

Jason: Whatchu... Whatchu doin' there, Little Red?

Tim, glaring at the ice in his drink: Trying to see if you drugged me...

Jason: Why would I drug ya?

Tim: Same reason the guards and docs at Arkham did, 'cause I'm "crazy" and "dangerous."

Jason: . . . Well, that's bull. Here, lemme see that.

Jason, taking a sip of Tim's drink before handing it back: See? Not drugged.

Tim: . . . Thanks, riding hood.

Jason: No problem, little red.

—

Tim: . . . I don't feel real.

Jason: Ya look real.

Tim: Is time real? I don't think it is... I think it's made up. It doesn't feel real, what is time but an illusion of control humanity made to call the spinning of our planet?

Jason: . . . Let's just get you a weighted blanket.

—

Clark: I hear things have been rough in Gotham lately, new vigilantes?

Bruce: It's under control.

Clark: Yeah, yeah, of course! I'm just saying, if you ever need help—

Bruce: It. Is under. Control.

Clark: . . .

Jason who's taken over the Iceberg lounge and became the most notorious and dangerous Crime lord in Gotham city with territory in Crime Alley, the Bowery, and Robinsville:

Tim who has been equipping Jason and his trusted goons with tech that rivals the bats and setting random things on fire, including tampering with the Bat computers files:

Stephanie who has been sabotaging Batman and co. for weeks and planting evidence against various enemies to get them served longer sentences and running circles around Cass (it's enemies to friends to lovers, trust, gang) while also actively helping Jason take down Black Mask:

Selina who fully ditched Bruce and has been assisting the Red Hood and Spoiler while stealing from the rich in Bristol:

Bruce, sighing: So under control.

—

Dick: So, uh, B, y'know how Jason's back..?

Bruce: Yes, things are... Complicated, but I'm hoping that overtime we can come to an agreement an—

Dick: He broke Joker Junior out of Arkham.

Bruce:

Bruce: F#&$.

—

Jason, sighing heavily: Just me,

Jason, looking to Selina: My emotionally adopted Mom,

Jason, looking to Stephanie: My emotionally adopted pest,

Jason, looking to Tim: And my emotionally adopted little brother.

Tim: :D

—

Cassandra, sitting beside Stephanie on a rooftop: You're the enemy.

Stephanie: What makes me the enemy? Because I work with the Red Hood, or 'cause I'm fine with him killing?

Cassandra: Both.

Stephanie: . . . Y'know, I became Spoiler at first for the rush, 'cause it made me feel like I finally had power over my life. I could stop my Dad and the drug dealers and help my Mom, I could actually... I could actually do things, y'know? I'm not, like, just some random bystander. Batman didn't think that was a valid reason, I guess.

Cassandra: . . . Why do you still do it . . ? Still for the "rush?"

Stephanie: Now? Well, now... Now I do it 'cause it makes me happy. It feels right, y'know? It's given me everything Stephanie Brown never had, like Tim and Jason. I... I never really had a family before. Not a proper one.

Cassandra: I . . . understand that. Didn't like my family, Father or Mother. Oracle? I feel like I am... Home. Batman feels like... family.

Stephanie: Well... I'm glad you like your family. Sorry I hate 'em.

Cassandra: Sorry I hate yours.

Stephanie: 't's whatever. I'll still beat you up next time you try to attack Red Hood or Catwoman though.

Cassandra: You'll lose again.

Stephanie: I'll hit you with a brick again.

Cassandra: . . . I hate you.

Stephanie, laughing: Why!?

Cassandra: Because you... Make me feel. I don't like the feeling you give me.

Stephanie: Why not?

Cassandra: It makes me think things Batman wouldn't like...

Stephanie: Like what?

Cassandra, whispering: Like I should kiss you.

—

Tim, standing in the middle of Selina's apartment: Permission to pet all your cats?

Selina: . . . Permission granted.

Tim, cackling as he begins to pet every single cat:

Jason: How long ya think that'll take him?

Selina: At least five hours.

Jason: Damn.

—

Jason, standing in front of a flaming warehouse in Black Mask's territory: And what do you two have to say for yourselves!?

Tim, holding his flamethrower behind his back: I love you?

Stephanie: Womp womp!

—

Tim, standing next to Jason's sleeping body: . . .

Jason, slowly waking up:

Jason: HOLY— What are you doing up!?

Tim: I had to make sure you didn't get killed by the spiders.

Jason: What spiders?!

Tim: The ones in my head.

Tim, slowly covering Jason with a blanket again: This'll keep them off you.

Jason: . . . Thanks?

Tim: You're welcome! Now, if you'll excuse me I need to go flick the kitchen light exactly sixty times in order to prevent my arm from falling off.

Jason, watching as Tim walks away: . . . "A threat to Gotham" Bruce says,

Jason, throwing the blanket off himself to follow Tim: "Dangerous!" Dickface said!

Jason, rubbing a hand down his face: Danger to my damn electricity bill, more like...

—

Bruce, dropping down after hearing reports of a cult ritual being performed:

Jason, lying in the middle of a purple pentagram drawn poorly on the floor: Can we help you?

Tim, holding a flamethrower, slowly pointing it toward Batman:

Stephanie, in full Spoiler wear, eight months pregnant: We're kinda busy.

Selina, drinking a glass of wine from the side: Go away, Bat, they're under my supervisor.

Bruce, gesturing to the scene: This is outside Red Hood's territory, I have a right to ask.

Jason: No, you don't.

Stephanie: We'll give Tim permission to start shooting.

Tim: I already have in my mind.

Bruce: You're in a condemned building, Stephanie is pregnant, why does... He have a flamethrower!

Jason: Questioning our parenting methods? Really?

Selina: Honestly, the audacity.

Stephanie: Say Tim's name, p#&%$!

Bruce: You know what? Never mind.

Tim: Wow, the auditory hallucinations of you say my name and acknowledge me more than you.

Bruce: I... I'll just go.

Tim, sticking his tongue out as Bruce leaves:

Stephanie: Alright! Back to getting Jason his soul back!

—

Random bird:

Tim, making bird noises:

Random bird:

Jason: You good there, Little Red?

Tim: Yeah, we're talking politics!

Jason: Nice.

—

Dick standing right outside Crime Alley: I'm not in Crime Alley!

Jason: Get out!

Dick: I'm not in your territory!

Tim, jumping down with his flamethrower: Are you flame proof? :D

Dick: Tim.. C'mon, please, I'm trying!

Tim, aiming: Remember that time you stole my cookie during patrol and I stayed mad at you for a month?

Dick: . . . Yes.

Tim: Imagine how I feel about you not even VISITING ME in ARKHAM for TWO YEARS!

Jason: Begone! I'm the favorite brother.

Dick: We're still brothers?

Tim, putting his finger in the trigger, in a sing song voice: Not for long!

—

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a2remedy

2 months ago

Shout out to all the Black ppl that can no longer participate directly in the fandom they love because of the stresses of racism 👍🏾 you contain multitudes of value and I'm sorry that the color of your skin and the power of your voice makes people not want to acknowledge that.

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2 months ago

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a2remedy

1 month ago

Sound on folks

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a2remedy

3 months ago

I want a BEEG Danny Fenton. I don’t just want twink death, I want twink obliteration. I want twinkhood torn apart molecule by molecule. I want a Danny that doesn’t just match his father in size, I want one that makes him seem tiny. I want a Danny that’s 8 feet in human and at least 12 in ghost form. I don’t eant him to just be tall like a wendigo. I want him built not just like a brick wall. I want him built like a mansion. I want him so big that he puts his hand on the top of your head and he’s touching your shoulders.

In other words, I want a Danny that in Gotham, wouldn’t get any mugging attempts happening in a 5 mile radius around him. It would not be because of his ghost half or lady Gotham or whatever. It would be because the risk management of the robber who lives in a city with more vigilantes than 5 cities (minimum) and have it still not be enough, that small atrophied sense risk management that this man is taller than Bane and (somehow) more built than him. And realizes they better get out of dodge immediately.

Bonus points: Danny is a recent hire to an orphanage. So you’ve got a bunch of vaguely underfed teens to children who are backed by what seems to be Bane+

Edit: I just realized I had the moto moto song going through my head unbeknownst to me as it spawned this unit into existence. I would say against my will but it really really wasn’t.

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