Dp X Dc Prompt

Dp x dc prompt

Danny, as King of the Ghost Zone/Infinite Realms, tries not to meddle in human afairs too much. Isn't meant to meddle too much. But there are some times when its not just okay -- it feels necessary.

(Whether because there are thresholds for this kind of thing, or Danny just gets sick of the paperwork.)

Cue Danny appearing in the skies of Gotham, in full regalia and with an escort that includes Fright Knight, demanding they hand over the Joker for upsetting the balance between Life and Death with all his murdering (or some such).

Bruce is Angry and Wary and Concerned.

The rogues (and villains all over the world, once news gets out) are worried about what this means for them.

Jason and Harley are delighted.

(Jason gets a much more casual visit from Phantom a week later, asking if he wants help with his corrupted ectoplasm?)

Let’s be honest Jazz’s response would be something like “do you think you’re spooky? Let’s talk about that” and try to start up an impromptu therapy session lol ok

The Day After Christmas

Danny´s favorite day of the holidays.

This marks the day that I change my profile picture back to normal.

More Nonsense? -> DP Shitpost Comic Masterpost

Jazz sleeping: zzzzz....

Danny: Jazz...

Jazz: ...z..zz...zzzz....

Danny: JAZZ.

Jazz jolting awake to see two wide glowing green eyes staring at her: JESUS CHRIST!!!

Danny: No it's me.

Jazz: Danny? Danny it's 3 in the morning what's wrong with you?

Danny: There's a bug in my room.

Jazz: ... What kind? If it's a moth again I swear to clockw-

Danny: It's a grasshopper.

Jazz: oh... How did a grasshopper end up in your room?

Danny, eyes watering a bit: I don't know but it jumped on me multiple times, please go get it.

Jazz sighing tiredly: Alright.

-15 minutes later-

Maddie: zzzzzzz....

Danny, Jazz: Mom...

Jack: Maddie...

Wayne Manor Galas were known well among the socialites of Gotham City. As amazing as they were, they were also very unpredictable.

It was common for these events to be crashed by various villains, but also Bruce Wayne’s own children.

Whether it be a child hanging from the rafters, strays being invited in when backs were turned, or much more.

Although, as the kids have aged, the events have been much more tamed nowadays. Even as new faces appeared among Wayne manor with every passing day.

One thing the regular guests were used to was Bruce Wayne’s dad face. The look that graced his features anytime his children did something that would require discipline. Something he never did in front of his guests.

No one expected to see that look this time around. Not because Bruce’s children weren’t there, but because it wasn’t on his face.

For the first time, Bruce was on the end his guests usually were.

Watching as none other than Vlad Masters stared up at his chandelier with a look that could send anyone six feet under.

A child that wasn’t his, although he looked like he could be, was settled up on the chandelier. The structure shaking and swinging with his movements.

There was a strange sort of limbo as the guests alike tried to figure out what to do.

Vlad seemed a little out of his depths on how to handle the situation.

So Bruce did the one thing that always worked for him. When he needed a quick fix, because lectures and conversations can happen when there isn’t so many prying eyes.

Bargain or bribe.

“If you need a place to burn off some energy, I’m more than happy to escort you to our gym.”

It took a little more to actually get the kid to come down. Bruce learned his name was Danny, and the mention of Dick’s gymnastic set up, the teen suddenly seemed very interested.

Even as Bruce smiled, regarded his guests to go back to enjoying the event, and moved to lead the fidgeting teen away, he felt it.

The distinct feeling of eyes on him. Not just watching like many of his guests still did. No, instead glaring.

There was no doubt in his mind it was Vlad Masters.

He’ll be sure to catch Vlad before he leaves, after all he’s got plenty of advice for a first time dad.