For Me, Ma Kent Canonically Will Always Have A Pair Of Kryptonite Knuckle-dusters In Her Bedside Cabinet.

For me, Ma Kent canonically will always have a pair of Kryptonite knuckle-dusters in her bedside cabinet. Because, while Clark is their son, he is also quite an idiot sometimes.

So, when Dani comes over to the farm to inform them (What a nice young lady she is) about Connor the clone, and that superman is being an Ass to him-

-They know that clones are basically the norm on Krypton, and according to Krypton laws he should have already been teaching him how to play baseball and ride a bike (They have been talking to Jor'El [He is also disappointedin his son])...

Well, let's just say that Superman wakes up in the tower's infirmary, seeing stars, sporting a nasty bruise on his forehead and a concusion headache.

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As he stood there gazing into the starry abyss for the fifth consecutive hour, completely enthralled by the view from beyond earths atmosphere, he had to give credit to his parents, the house was a marvel of engineering. Full environmental capabilitie, water, air, earth, space heck, it could withstand the ghost zone indefinitely (tho that could be attribute to it being the center of his Haunt.) Shields that could theoretically withstand anything if they had the energy, which they most certainly do thanks to an extremely complex ectoplasm reactor. And last but not least are its mind boggling stealth capabilitie, that frankly give him a headache due to the fact that they basically place the house on a different plane of existance.

A small smile crept up on his face, they must have gone nuts when building it. They where alloways the best scientists he had ever heard of. Will he ever be half as good as them? His musing is quickly interrupted by the growl of his stomach. And so, like atlas carrying the weight of the sky, he trudged his way to the kitchen, away from the awe inspiring sight that was outer space. He doesn't know how he hadn't died again the first time he looked out the window, seriously he forgot to eat and drink for two days straight. 'Thank the Ancients hafa's are more resilient then the average person.' thought Danny with gratitude as he opened the fridge, that gratitude quickly turned to horror as he realized it was empty.

"Great! Just Great! Now I have to go back to earth to buy groceries. I didn't even notice I finished everything inside. Seriously, when did I eat the sentient hotdogs and ham?" Complained the young specter. With a sigh and a softly uttered "I'm going ghost", Danny Fenton became Phantom, the now retired, basically unknown superhero. As he was about to faze trough the floor, he noticed a green note on the kitchen table. With another sigh (he's been doing that a lot these days) he went and picked it up.

[Your Highness -> paperwork awaits]

"Ughhh!" A groawn escaped his throat "Damm you Clockwork! One of this days I'm so gonna punch you." Said Phantom in a irritated tone. Just as he was about to head downstairs and enter the Ghost Zone, he noticed a freshly spawned paper bag on the table. He just picked it up and headed twords the stairs.

As the somewhat unwillingly crowned Ghost King, Ruller of The Infinite Realms and all existing and non-existing Afterlifes (he seriously didn't know how the non-existing part worked and frankly didn't care enough to find out) enjoyed his lunch he muttered a quick "Thanks Clocks" followed by a "Seems like I'm not gonna hit you today", as he stepped trough the surreal swirl that was the GZ portal

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So, to continue this:

■Gotham■

The city has basically turned into a free for all arena between:

Old mafia families (To capture the Joker for their leaders)

Red Hood

The batfam-1 (To capture the Joker for Jason)

Batman (He, himself is not quite sure what he is trying to do)

A couple of rogues (Ivy, Harley, Mr.Freze, etc.)

Jonh Constantine (This little shit wants to piss hell [and the rest of the supernatural] off even more by getting away)

Deadshot (An easy way out, might even get to hang out with his doughter)

The Church (It's a CRUSADE!)

And finally Jack and Maddie Fenton, who feel like they have to atone for what the have done to their sweet little boy.

Oh, and Jazz is also there to make sure that the Joker stays dead after everyone is done with him.

So the city is in an Almost total state of chaos, vigilanties and mercenaries prowling and jumping between rooftops, mafia families and goons on every street and alleyway. A church mob (complet with crosses, torches and pitchforks on every main road) A trashcan magician popping in and out at random throughout the city. A tall, amazonian like woman with red hair leaning on walls and sings, sighing walking away and then doing it again carring a wicked looking techno pistol. And the Fenton couple in their tank like abomination tearing trough the streets.

(Everybody is making sure not to harm innocents otherwise what's the point of the pardon. Plus god is watching.)

All this while the Joker cowers in fear in a swear deep beneath Gotham, terrorized by the shades of his past victims.

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Ok, so Danny rules all afterlifes, and being the clown hating little shit he is goes:

◇Sky goes green over Gotham◇

"Listen and hear this Royall decree!"

"I, Phantom, God-King of all afterlifes hearby say"

"That as long as your crimes do not exceed his, and you are willing to repent,"

"So long as you kill the Joker, all your sins will be absolved and you will be granted entry into your Heaven of choice!"

Jason-*Sheds a tear* Fuck yeah! *Fist bump*

Harley-*Evil grin*

Ivy-*Evil grin... but in green*

The rest of the bafamily-"Does this mean-"

Batman-"No"

The rest of the bafamily-"But God said so!"

John 'Fuck my life' Constantine-"I need a drink.... Who emptied all the pubs!?" (By bad luck he just happened to be in Gotham)

The rest of Gotham-*Party! Umptz! Umptz!* (Also emptied all the pubs)

The Joker-"Uh oh..."

Danny 'Fuck that clown in particular' Phantom-*Literally splits his head in two like a nightmare cheshire cat grinning*

This just popped into my head!

-Prompt-

Danny is in Gotham, and he had a long day at work and just wants some of his ecto gum. He reaches into his pocket but can't seem to find it.

So, he reaches again, this time that long reaches with the other arm (you know the one you do when something's stuck inside your pocket).

He absolutely doesn't notice when his hand fazes trough him, nor does he noticed that the "gum" he snatched was in fact not gum at all, but the soul of a clown that was sneaking behind a Wayne looking kid. So, he chews and a moment later he spits it out and throws it behind him, feeling remorseful and sorry for himself for eating rotten gum.

The "gum" lands back into the body of the quite shocked Joker. He jumped into the abyss and it spat him out in disgust. Later he will start feeling the same feelings Danny had felt, remorseful and apologetic.

Doctor Harleen Quinzel, because there is no way she is gonna remain Harely Quinn after what she just saw; Stares in horror and shock (and quite frankly an absurd amount of glee and amusement) at the kid who just plucked the Joker soul (because tha ball of shining dark light could only be a soul) chewed it out and quickly spat it back out (quite a lot cleaner, might she add) and threw it away like one of her hyenas after Ivy forced fed them vegetables as punishment for misbehaving.

By god she has a story the people at the bar are not going to belive for a week or so. You didn't need a doctorate to see that what just happened shook the Joker quite a bit. And she didn't even get to use her BATbat, awww....

Meanwhile Danny is completely oblivious to what he just did.

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The Ghost King was not happy. How could he be? Hed just finished enough paperwork to rival ghostwriter's library seven times over. Hes also pretty sure he'd burned enough useless complaints and stupid demands to ignite a freaking star! He'd barely gotten a day's break before even more arrived.

Heros... ancients damm them. "Heh!" He sounded like a second rate villan. But seriously they are damm troublesome. Jonn Constantine has a problem, maybe even an addiction... well beyond cheap cigarettes and even cheeper booze. The Flash on the other hand is a meanece. The master of time had to send him on over a thousand expeditions throughout All of time to make sure something didn't, and excuse his language, fuck itself a trillion ways to sunday.

"This has got to stop." Growled out His Majesty. And as he sat on his throne deep in tought, Danny began to plan. He's done fixing their problems for them, so, why doesn't he let both his problems solve themselves?

"Fright Knight!" He bellowed. The glint of chaos in is voice would have made the lords of order sweat.

And with the flash of lightning the loyal knight appeared, kneeling at the steps to his throne. God, he still not used to this, but at the moment he's too tiered to care.

"I wish for you to inform-He said the last word with such venom, Ancients, he needs a break.-Jonny boy Constantine--

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"-That you are hearby, on the account owning your whole soul, required by His Majesty The Ghost King, Ruller of The Infinite Realms and all existing and non-existing Afterlifes to dissuade the superhero know as The Flash by All Means Necessary from utilizing the ability know as Flashpoint, least you be stripped of your immortality and be forced to fix all the problems he has caused by yourself. " Spoke the Spooky ass knight with unbelievable authority in his voice, and a presence that has already fried half his protections and wards...

Before he disappeared in a swarm of bats that fazed through his floor ceiling and walls, completely ignoring the window that he had telekineticly ripped out of the wall when he first arrived. "Bloody Fucking Hells!" Shouted the sober brit. Not by choice, mind you, the spooky twat forcefully sobered him up. 'I'm not drunk enoughfor this' though Constantine as he reached for a cigarette, only to find that they have turned into lightning bolt nicotine gummys.

That was the last straw, he saw red. He should probably calm down, crossed the mind of the magic detective as he ripped a hole trough space to create a portal, but right now he didn't care enough

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It had been a good day for the Justice league, no great catastrophe happened, crime was relatively low, even for an organization that watched the whole globe, and it just had to go south in the middle of the last meeting of the day... That thought was going to most of the members minds as they tensed and readied for combat.

The portal had started forming right as Diana was finishing her debriefing. Of course all of them prepared for a fight... only to relax as Jonn Constantine stepped trough, his eyes scanned the room and when they landed on their resident speedster, they narrowed. "You bloody fecking morron!" Intoned the magician as he stomped right up to the Flash. He then proceeded to deck him hard enough in the face that many of them jumped when they heard the crack and then jumped again when they heard his head tumph against the metal floor, out cold.

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Wait.... Now that I think about it... I HAVE memories of the show, but I'm pretty sure I have never watched a single episode.

What the mandela effect lookalike happened!?

Like, how did this ghost noodle worm its way into my mind?

How can I be so sure? Well, I remember bits of animation and pictures, but no audio at all. If I watched at least one episode I would have remembered the audio. Primarily because english is my second language and I almost allaways cringe when I remember the audio from my childhood.

Like the translation where so bad I can't forget them.

ANYWAYS, Danny Phantom just spontaneously appeared into my mind even tho I never watched a single episode.