(Not) Another Joker

(Not) Another Joker

Over time, effects from Danny’s ghost form starts to bleed over into his human form.

His skin gains a deathly pallor. His hair turns white before gaining an ectoplasmic green tinge. When he smiles, it looks just a bit too wide to be human.

He, completely coincidentally, looks a lot like the Joker.

Not that he realized that fact for a while. Sure, Joker’s crimes may make the news sometimes, but it’s not like anyone in Amity Park paid that much thought to a criminal in an entirely different state. The connection just… never occurred to anyone.

Well, that was until Danny ended up in Gotham for [dealer’s choice of reason—college, vacation, runaway, etc]

Because then everyone noticed, and it started to cause lots of problems for him.

Danny was tired, like 'I feel it in my bones and soul' tired. And he didn't want sleep at home because there's only so many nights, he could spend lying awake making sure his heart was beating in case his parents checked on him.

Currently he was flying aimlessly not really taking in his surroundings, but he could neither sleep while flying or fly forever. Normally he'd sleep over at Sam or Tucker's, but the Mansons had made it clear that he wasn't welcome at their house anymore and Tucker was grounded. Both would sneak him in if he asked, but he didn't want them to get in trouble for him. Which leads him to decide between his two choices, sleeping in a graveyard, or sleeping in a forest.

The graveyard was a little crowded with all the ghosts that called it home but he could probably find a quiet spot to sleep. The forest had a great view of the stars but was filled with traps from both his parents and the GIW after tracking his ecto-signature. Both options weren't appealing, but he wasn't about to chance sleeping on the roof of his house again. There were too many ghost detecting guns attached to it now. Danny sighed, graveyard it was, at least the ecto from all the shades/ghosts would hide him well enough. Decision made, now all he had to do was make his way over there. But first, where the heck was he? Danny looked around at the unfamiliar grey sky and gargoyles littered around and realized he had no clue where he was. He must have flown too far away from Amity without noticing...Again. It was really becoming a bad habit. Danny stared down at the city's inhabitants that were going home or heading to nightshifts or whatever and dreaded the long flight back to his town. And maybe it was ghost instinct, or maybe it was just his exhaustion. But his brain suggested 'What if I just possess someone?' And to him that seemed like a perfectly logical train of thought. He wouldn't control their body or anything, just sleep in their skin...That did not make it sound better at all. Before he could think twice, someone left a general store, arms filled with stuff and somehow projecting an aura of safety. The two thoughts of 'They look comfy' and 'screw it' clashed together in his head as he made the very stupid decision of performing a swan drive right into the someone. "WHAT THE-" "Don't worry, I'll be gone by morning I just need to sleep" Danny cut off the persons freakout-he should really get their name at some point- he would have explained more but the sleep gods had already done their job. This left one very confused, scared, and freaked out Batkid.

Jason had to keep chill while he heard screaming mixed with curses over the mic which was fine, groups tended to loudly fight when having to share kitchen space.

And the stream was nearly over, he could deal for a few more minutes.

But the screaming stopped with a loud, almost gunshot like, bang.

Jason 100% believes he just heard a murder and treats it as such.

Through good old detective work he tracks the computer location to a town called Amity Park.

Specifically a computer belonging to a teen called Danny Fenton.

After a week of recon Jason could safety say something was wrong with the Fentons.

Danny was a pretty average kid except from the fact that he always looked tired, he always jumped at loud noises, he always looked at shadows like they might mug him. His older sister, a Jazz Fenton, kept giving him worried glances.

And the parents were another story altogether.

They were obviously into some shady stuff.

Weapons manufacturing, bomb making- that car was just waiting for a fuse- and who knows what else. (Can't think of anything else)

So with all that information, Jason made the logical conclusion.

The Fenton's were a crime family.

And Danny was brought into the family business at fourteen, as evidenced by how his straight As slipped to Fs due to the stress of a criminal lifestyle, to be the next head. The sister clearly knew and disapproved but at the end of the day her hands were tied.

And then while on Jason's cooking stream Danny was forced to killed someone.

Did the kid do it on purpose? Did he plan it? Was it a cry for help? Did the kid suspect Jason was a bat? Was this Danny's way of reaching out to the Red Hood for help?

Jason knew one thing for sure, he had to get those kids out of there.

I am trying to find a writing prompt from last year.

Basically Jason Todd teaching an online cooking class, that Danny Fenton is trying to learn from but keeps accidentally reanimating the ingredients and one day he forgets to turn off the microphone as he has to kill the reanimate fish. And Jason is then going to investigate what the heck fighting he just heard.

If anyone knows and has the link to it . Please repost it here. If not feel free to make up what you would think happens next here.

I think one of you guys reposted it. @arzuera @azulhood @bianca-hooks123 @dragonsrequiem @dcxdpdabbles @evilminji @fightmebissh @flamingpudding @hdgnj @hypewinter @im-totally-not-an-alien-2 @ourrechte-blog @starlightcat04 @stormikitty @zylev-blog

Good Night(Wing) Chapter 3 part 1 (the Nightmare) part 1

I'm just gonna post the little bits I finish writing so I don't lose motivation before I finish, cause this is getting bigger than anticipated and taking longer than I wanted to finish writing.

The warm feeling of contentment flowed through his veins, The purring in his chest growing, as the echoes of their siblings, I haven’t seen Jazz in months, laughter filled though his ears. The knowledge that his family was safe and sound in his apartment, Jazz is in college, Ellie and Dan are with CW, Sam and Tucker are with their families, that they knew they where safe and that he’d keep them that way and they’d do the same had him smiling as he let the darkness surround him in the joy-love-safe-warm-protected-happy- he felt from them.

Cold crisp air twirled through hair, carrying the delicate tones of children’s laughter and giggles, the deep baritones of adults chattering and a deep sense of being surrounded by joy. Through the trees lights flashed and sparkled, over top a fairs wheel spun slow. Feeling content and with a smile on his face, he moved towards the smell of buttered popcorn and cotton candy, mixed with the smell of animals outdoors. Walking closer through the trees, blue flyers of some sort danced in the wind, ‘Grayson’ being the only word he caught.

Anticipation curled around him and with a pep in his step he rushed towards the sound of fun and joy, of home, whose home, not my home, never more than a nightmare, almost running into circus goers. Laughter bubbled up and head on a swivel he looked for an old friend. Rushing past clowns, a shudder ran through them, blowing balloon animals he kept an ear out and heard her. A bellowing a triumphant bellow of an elephant from his left, changing direction and almost tripping over his own feet he rushed over.

Tears caught on eyelashes and his cheeks hurt from the beaming smile on his face as he pulled up in front of Zitka, How do I know her name, and he laughed as she reached for them with her trunk.

“Hey girl, I know it’s been a while,” He leaned into the hug, hiding his face against hers as the tears finally broke free, “but are you excited for the show tonight?" No please no, He pulled back and she gave an agreeing hum, before nudging them with her trunk towards the sound of two people chatting behind him. Mom, Dad. A picture of a small figure in a teal suit standing next to a towering behemoth in orange both holding weapons, and an all-encompassing feeling of dread and fear ran through them.

Turning around he sees two adults in matching green and yellow leotards laughing and smiling. The woman had dark brown curly hair hanging around mid-back, her warm brown eyes crinkling up in the corners as she turned towards him. The man’s cobalt blue lit up with sparkles and he crouched down with open arms as he saw him. Not wasting another second, he rushed and jumped into his arms laughing through his tears.

Warm arms circled around him settling on his back and pulling him into a warm chest, falling up and down with every breath his father, not my dad, took and the laughter turned to sobs as the tears kept coming. Burying their face in their dad’s, Not My Dad, shirt they heard their mom, not my mom, who are you, Who Are You, kneel next to them her hand rubbing slow circles on their back.

“Oh, my little Robin, what’s wrong dear?” Pulling his head away from his fathers’ chest, he turned to face his mother, wrong, Wrong, WRONG, and wiped away his tears.

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So yeah, still working on this. didn't even get into when freakshow shows up or the nightmare really starts, but I'm getting there, really sorry for the long wait.

This is part of a prompt by @azulhood

"Only time would tell if he kept it."

@charlietheepic7 @hdgnj @vodkassassin @blackkatmagic @gaddaboutgriffon @im-totally-not-an-alien-2 @omnicrafts

Last Sentence Tag Game

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

@clockwayswrites was kind enough to tag me.

"Do you remember anything else about her that might help?!"

[I love that this gives nothing away. It could be for anything. But hey, it's actually from My Graveyard Song. Teehee]

Also no pressure to anyone I tag. Just for fun, if you feel like it

@violetshade4 @halfblackwolfdemon @sistertotheknowitall @phantoms-lair @britcision @greenglowinspooks @mutable-manifestation @mokulule @bluerosefox @shower-phantom-ideas

The four clone children were safe in the watchtower with better care then someone with no medical experience could give them, which is Why Clark had intended on moving the sick clone that was resting at the fortress of solitude there, but when Clark went to back to the fortress the kid was nowhere to be found.

"I can't believe you lost him." Batman's judgemental stare was like having an entire planet sit on his shoulders.

Clark kept his eyes downcast and resisted the urge to fidget.

Bruce was the only man Clark knew that could say nothing yet fill the silence with thousands of reprimands.

"Follow me." Bruce broke through his internal guilt filled monologue, Clark trailed after his friend who walked deeper into the mansion with so much as a backward glance already knowing that Clark was right behind him.

Bruce stopped at a open door then gestured inside, Clark looked into the room and froze.

All occupants were asleep in a room that was covered head to toe in ice, all of Bruce's kids were clothed in snow gear as they laid around a bed.

Laying on the bed, hooked up to more machines then Clark could count, was the sick child who crashed into the fortress of solitude.

"The kids found him having a conversation with one of Ivy's plants." Bruce answered the unasked question, as if Clark was not about to break down crying.

"And the ice?" Clark asked somehow keeping his voice steady.

"He seems to create it as a way to keep his fever down, his body is all ready purging whatever it is that's making him sick, so all we need to do now is monitor his condition and keep him hydrated." Bruce explained.

Clark allowed himself to relax, shoulders slumping with relief. "Thank you." The words were as sincere as he could make them and yet they still didn't feel like they showed how grateful Clark was.

"Hn." Was the short expected reply.

"The kids will be happy about the new brother."

What.

Clark looked at his friend as he pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket.

He knew what adoption papers looked like, it came from being friends with the dark knight, and that was indeed what they were albeit unfinished.

"All I need is a name." Bruce's subtle smirk made Clark want to punch him into the sun.

"How funny," Clarks answering smile was as warm as the room.they stood in front of " Lois has the paperwork all ready too go, all she needs is a name too."

The only thing that kept them from exchanging blows was those sleeping in the room and the fear of Alfred's wrath should they break one of the houses priceless items.

"Well, I guess we'll have to see who gets his name first, won't we?" Bruce said.

"Yeah, I guess we will." Clark agreed.

(This is all I got right now and I have no idea how to finish it or what to add, anyone else is welcome to)

Sick as a dog and with a lot of nyquil running through his system, Danny thinks he's going to the Far Frozen for an appointment. Instead he ends up in the Fortress of Solitude.