Danny Doesn't Have Time For This. Whatever This Is, He Doesn't Have Time For It. He Has His Infinite

Danny doesn't have time for this. Whatever this is, he doesn't have time for it. He has his Infinite realms history class with Dora in like 10 min, and he refuses to be late again. Last time he was late, Dora gave him such a disappointed look that he almost wished to disappear out loud.

He isn't even in charge of political meetings yet! Hell, he hasn't even started those classes with Pandora. Why did they call him and not his council? Why is Wonder Woman on the front continuing to talk formally? Can't she see he's just a teenager?

"... therefore, the Justice league, has summoned you, High King Phantom of the infinite realms, to discuss the possibility of an alliance agreement."

That welcomed discourse was unnecessarily long, seeing as it could have been summarized in one sentence. Will he have to do things like that in the future? He definitely isn't looking up to it.

The room is completely silent and everyone is looking at him with expectant looks. Shit, what is he supposed to do now?

"Um..."

Yeah, no, this isn't Danny's business. Danny has places to be and classes to take. He's not dealing with this.

"Look, it's cool that you want an alliance with the infinite realms, but you'll have to talk it out with the council."

There was a minute of silence in the room, and the heroes looked at each other before a man in a trench coat proceeded to talk.

"Are you not the High King Phantom of the infinite realms?"

"No, I'm Prince Phantom of the infinite realms, not the king yet. I- Ugh, I don't have time for this, I will be late for class."

Danny joins his hands and a green light shines within them. He can see all the heroes take defensive positions, probably expecting an attack. Which is stupid, if he wanted to attack them he wouldn't have waited for Wonder Woman to finish her discourse. All in all Danny thinks he's doing a pretty good job at the whole being diplomatic thing, for someone with no training.

When Danny opens his hands, he lets a green orb float in front of him. He gives it a small nudge and it floats to the guy in a trench coat as everyone looks at it with apprehensive looks. The guy in a trench coat doesn't seem interested in touching it whatsoever, but that's not Danny's problem.

"Use that to get a meeting with the council." Danny says as he lowers to the ground to activate the return sigil in the summoning circle. He activates the returning sigil and before he disappears he says. "Heads up, you should probably look into the anti-ecto acts before trying an alliance. You're welcome."

Once his back in the realms, Danny proceeds to break his own record in speed flying. He makes it just in time for class.

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I feel like this is a bit underwhelming... It was funnier and better in my mind, but oh well.

DPxDC Prompt

The justice league was informed by a dark member that the infinite realms crowned a new monarch and they are eager to summon them to do a threat assessment and possibly strike up an alliance, depending on how similar they are to their predecessor.

The issue?

Danny is the new crown prince, but he isn't old enough to take the throne at 15, he needs to be at least 25 years old in human years or fully dead. So right now he has no power in the realms, he is just a figure head with no authority. He technically doesn't know a single thing about how the realms are run…

All that ruling stuff is handled by the council, the observants and the ancients.

Fast forward to Danny forced into full royal regalia by summoning magic and summoned into what looks like a meeting room. Blinking he turns his attention to the colorful cast of characters that have summoned him and is greeted by a very diplomatic sounding woman in a cape.

Maybe he shouldn't have decided to wait till he was eighteen to start those diplomatic lessons with Pandora… because right now he feels like he just walked into somewhere that he really needed them…

Danny would be seething if he found out that all his suffering and stress could have been cut short long ago if Constantine had read the complete reports.

"All this stress, all this pain, all this fear of fading/dying, could have been prevented if you had read the reports as you were meant to do!"

The Justice League has yet another meeting where Batman is looking at all of them like they are misbehaving little kids, and reminds them that reports are meant to be read completely for a reason.

 Tim was really starting to get worried about his new brother.

Danny moved into Wayne Manor after his parents were arrested.  Jack and Maddie Fenton opened  a portal to the infinite realms with no way of stopping any of the world-ending threats. They let the ghosts wreak havoc and never once closed the portal. 

Danny had gotten some sort of connection to an ancient being. The Justice League Later found out that the ancient being was using the connection to gain a way to stay on Earth. They were able to sever the connection but Danny is not getting any better.

Since the attacks in Amity Park started Danny has been getting sicker and sicker. He got paler and started to bruise more easily. But after they severed the connection he seemed to no longer have energy.

Even now that they have gotten him away from amity park, nothing seems to be helping. It's been 3 months with no sign of getting better. they're on their last straw and they finally decided to get a magic user to try and help. unfortunately The person who knows the most is Constantine.

Constantine walked into the room with Bruce. Danny had no idea that they were connected to the Justice League and they were hoping to keep it that way. They don't want to stress him, especially with how sick he is.  Constantine and Bruce stopped in front of Danny.

 Bruce tried to use a gentle tone and said “ danny I know you're having a lot of trouble so I called in someone to help “

Danny had  an apprehensive look.

 “Kid, I just need your hand,” Constantine said as he reached out a hand. ”I'm not going to do any creepy shit, I'm just trying to make you better”

Danny reluctantly placed his hand onto constantines. it was a few minutes before Constantine Swar under his breath.

"What is it” Bruce demanded.

”the little ghosty left a parting gift”

“that's not an explanation” 

“the kids got a  neverborn”

 “What's neverborn?” Tim asked, interrupting their conversation.

 “The closest equivalent I can make is that technically Phantom got the kid knocked Up”

A dream land - DP X DC Prompt

Okay, so I was thinking about that episode "Perchance to dream" where Bruce is trapped in a dream world and this, even thought really different, came to my mind.

Danny is king or prince of the infinite realms. He's been working on personalizing/decorating his castle in the infinite realms. When he feels someone walking just outside the castles walls. The thing is, that someone isn't a denizen, they aren't in a corporeal body, but he can feel that they are very much alive and feel distinctly human. He approaches the person to ask why and how they are in the infinite realms, but they fade away before he gets the opportunity.

Clockwork, who was with him at the moment, tells him that the visitor from the living, was just the soul projection of someone that was sleeping, and then refuses to elaborate further. Since it's something that was to do with sleeping, Danny decides to go and ask Nocturn, it seemed like a reasonable assumption that he was the one at fault for the soul projection.

Contrary to what he thought, Nocturn informed Danny that Sleeping soul projection was a natural phenomenon that he didn't control. The land of dreams, ("My domain" - Nocturn reminds him), was in the infinite realm after all, and those who have been close to death sometimes slipped they're whole soul instead of just their mind, and ended up all over the infinite realms.

It isn't too different from a lucid dream for them, the body gets all the benefit of the sleep, the mind feels rested if they had a good time in the realms. Except, if they hurt their soul too bad during their little trip, it would have real consequences. Loosing memories, abilities regression, migraine, pain that reflects the soul damage, all either temporary until the soul healed, or permanent and deteriorating, and in some occasions finishing in the persons death. In the latter, the soul is usually too damaged and cease it's existence, or have enough ectoplasm and emotion to form into ghosts with crack cores whose existence is instantly in danger.

Danny clearly didn't like the image that was painted to him, so he asked Nocturn if there was really nothing that he could do. It took a lot of talking and convincing, but eventually Nocturn admitted he could be able to direct the soul projecting to appear on a certain place, but he refused to babysit anyone. Which was enough for Danny, all he needed to do was make another expansion in his castle.

He decided to make a garden to receive their soul projecting guests. The garden was enormous, with all kinds of spaced within it. Playgrounds, picnic spaces, soft benches, tables with ghost and space teamed board games, fountains, and of course, the beautiful flowers that surrounded and decorated the place. Once he got ghosts with gardening, protection and caring obsessions on the place to look out for the souls, he was ready to receive them. It took him by surprise the amount of people that came, the garden was never crowded, but was never empty either, and souls of all ages and places were visiting at all times.

He kept expanding the garden as he heard of new things their guests wished for. He enjoyed spending time in the middle of the garden where souls passed by but rarely appeared, it was calm, but not completly quite with the background noice of the soul enjoying their dreams, and he could do the more mundane king/prince work. Until, he starts getting a regular visitor on his little space of the garden.

Choose the DC character you prefer, my idea is for people who hasn't died in the past but has been in the doors of death (so died and came back would be disqualified but you do as you prefer), but I'm going with Tim.

The soul of a boy around his age appears just in front of him, as usual when he greets new arriving soul, he welcomes him with a gentle smile and tells him he is free to explore the garden. A ghost taker is assign to him. The soul, as usual, seems confused and like he wished to asks questions, but seems content to ask them to his tour guide, and Danny continues with his own duties.

But then, the same soul continues to appear in the same place every two or three days, they exchange greetings and every time talk for a bit longer before the boy leaves to explore once more. It's rear to have multiple visits from one soul, even more so for said soul to appear in the same place every time. By the four time, Danny decides to take a break on his royal duties and accompany his new friend.

~ They get close, and have cute scenes, Tim asks a lot of questions and Danny answers and not-answers a lot of questions ~

One day, Tim shows up as usual, but he is in full Red Robin costume, and well, Danny wasn't expecting an identity reveal.

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On the Bats side:

There's an attack of some villain that's able to put Red Robin (or character of your choice) on a sleeping beauty type of sleep while carrying a serious injury, were he stays sleep until teammates or backup gets him out of it. The event affects his soul, making him disconnect partially from the land of dreams and making his soul sleep project almost every time he sleeps.

Tim starts sleeping more often. It's worrying at first, Bruce being paranoid does every test in the book, despite Tim saying he's just finding sleep easier now. But, he was just affected by sleeping magic and suddenly his sleeping easier? Seems like a side effect, and that makes it worrying.

Tim's health in general improve, just like he's concentration and productivity. Who would have thought that working rested actually was more productive than working on less than three hours of sleep and missing obvious details and clues due to how tired you are.

With everything not only being okay, but better than before, paranoia about Tim's new sleeping schedule soon dies, and instead is replaced with teasing about how he used to refuse to rest kicking and screaming, and now he may sleep more than any of them.

On Tim's side, he's loving being able to soul project so often. He knew from the start he was in a different dimension, and he just wanted to know the hows, whys, and everything else. So far, he seems to do it at least once every three days, and he's even gone two times in a row a couple of times.

The garden had a lot of things to do, but Tim doesn't care about that, he's more interested in all the information he's getting. The first 3 times he was given different ghost nanny's, who were more focus on entertaining him and didn't really answer direct question. But then king/prince Phantom decided to accompany him personally, and everything went smoother. He was going back to get to know more about this new world, and maybe to know more about the cute prince/king too. He might also have gotten some better looking pajamas.

Now, he has a mission that takes more than a couple days with some people in his team that hasn't yet sen his face. He didn't realize how difficult it would be to do all nighters after getting used to a sleep schedule. He would usually try to go as long as possible without sleeping, but he decides that he should take advantage of the safety of where they're staying and sleep a bit too. He ended up soul projecting in full Red Robin costume. He tried to play it cool, maybe Phantom wouldn't know it was him.

"Red Robin, even if you didn't appear on the same spot as always, I can feel your soul. I know who you are."

Meanwhile, Danny is regretting ever taking that cooking class. He should have waited until after he moved out, or maybe ask Tuck if he could use he's kitchen. But no, he went ahead and fought reanimated food with the microphone open!

What does the other ones in the call even think that happened? It's not like "oh, he's fighting reanimated food" is the logical conclusion. He hopes they're deciding to ignore it, like must Amity people have done with every red flag he's shown.

He's never taking online classes again, he's never cooking again, takeout food is good enough.

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.

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Tim knows Danny is lying. It's not only the fact that urine doesn't smell like that, but also that Danny was a terrible liar. He was so dumbfounded by the excuse Danny thought of that he couldn't continue with the questioning at that moment, as Danny scrambled to leave the dormitory.

He knows Danny placed a formal request for a new roommate. What? Danny's his new puzzle, of course he's keeping tabs on everything that involves him. It's easy for him to make the request disappear.

Next problem is that Danny must have found another place for whatever he is hiding, since the smell disappeared almost completely. With the serial killer case, he doesn't have time to investigate were it went.

The obvious approach should be to question Danny about it again, telling him he doesn't believe him. Honestly, not even the must naive person would have. The problem is that at this point, Danny probably already had thought of a better excuse, and Tim isn't sure how far he can push it before Danny decides to just leave.

Danny's already leaving the dormitory way earlier in the morning and going back way later in the evening to prevent meeting with him. He had made other 3 formal requests disappear.

The serial killer may choose another victim soon. So maybe he'll focus on that to let Danny calm down once more before trying to approach him again.

Tim is so focus on his mystery that he doesn't realize that Danny fits perfectly with all the other victims profiles until he noticed Danny following the teacher for a "problem in his last assignment."

Tim is going to college. Not because he's actually going, but because he's investigating a possibly-serial-killer professor and when he goes undercover, he tends to go all the way.

But there's something stranger than his professor.

It's his roommate.

He and his roommate have their own closets.

His roomate's closet smells....super weird. Familiar, but weird, and Tim can't place it.

He's trying, but it's getting to the point where he's getting distracted from his actual case out of sheer curiosity.

His roommate will duck into the closet, come out with his steel water bottle full and looking flushed. He refuses to share his drinks. He's secretive about even a drop of it coming out.

He goes to open the closet while his roommate is out...and it's locked. With multiple layers of security. Tim only barely noticed prior to triggering one of them, and quickly played it off as tripping over something and running into the door.

With the deadline for when the professor will choose his new victim upcoming, Tim doesn't have time to break through that security.

And, logically, he knows it's probably just a distillery, but he has to know.

So, he asks.

Daniel Fenton stares at him with wide, horrified eyes.

"You can smell that?" He asks, voice cracking.

Tim nods, still pretending like he think's it's a hard drug and that he's running an intervention.

"Look man, if you need help-"

"Urine Therapy." Daniel blurts out, looking horrified and glancing at his steel water bottle on the bed.

Tim wishes he heard that wrong.

"Urine what?"

"I...it's..it's piss. I'm drinking piss. I really...sure do love doing that. Yes." Daniel rambles, voice getting higher and cracking more by the time that sentence is done.

Or; Danny needs to drink ectoplasm due to the reduced levels of it in Gotham compared to Amity Park. He thought he could get away with keeping it in his dorm closet, but when his roommate Alvin Draper asked, he said the first thing that came to mind. The second thing he did was put in a formal request for a new roommate, because he is never, ever, going to be able to look that man in the eyes again.

So, is it a clean cut that was cauterized the moment it was cut? Or is it magically keeping all fluids inside? Because otherwise, Danny is suddenly bleeding like crazy, and ghost shenanigans may safe him, but if he's in public… Imagine Danny growing a new arm in public, or in front of his parents. It would be one hell of a reveal.

Or, Assuming we don't have to deal with Danny's ghost side showing in Danny's blood, and healing isn't that good. Everyone is suddenly scared that Danny may die of blood loss, quickly being rushed to the ER. Since this is Amity, people would assume the lost arm was caused by ghosts, and that would be a whole other problem.

On the bats side, I think the arm doesn't bleed as much as the open wound, but still, that's dripping blood. The bat's would need to put that arm in ice if they wan't any chance of reattaching it to Jason's soulmate, that's if Jason soulmate isn't dying from blood loss right now. Now they're rushing to find Jason's soulmate because an arm would be viable to reattachment for only like 6 hours. Jason thinks he just ruined his soulmates life, and he hasn't even met the guy.

This was possibly the worst way he could have met his soulmate.

IdeaDpxDc—There are better ways to meet someone.

Note: Sorry, I don't know English, so please use a translator. I apologize if you don't get the idea.

Dead On Main. Soul mates.

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"Exactly... what does this ring do?" The shining ring was still attached to his finger. This wouldn't worry him if it weren't for the fact that, with each passing minute, the ring emitted more light, and that can't be good.

The cult leader refused to speak. He wouldn't even look at him, seeming particularly attentive to the material the floor was made of. Very funny that now he was scared of him when, an hour ago, he was giving a very cliché speech about how humanity was doomed because it would summon the evil of evils.

It wasn't very smart of him to perform his summoning precisely in Gotham City, home of the Dark Knight.

Red Hood was getting impatient. He placed the hand without the ring on his weapon; if words didn't work, a real threat to his life would. And this didn't really break Bruce's 'no killing' rule because the gun was only loaded with rubber bullets. However, just as he was about to advance and shoot the guy, he saw Batman grab the leader's tunic collar and lift him up.

The man, of course, screamed in fear. "Speak, what does that ring do?" No jokes. Batman's voice was deeper than usual, showing that he was upset, no, rather angry.

Or worried, but Jason could never consider that possibility. For the moment, he was only surprised, although it didn't show through his helmet.

"I-I don't know," the leader replied. Poor guy, he seemed about to cry. Batman, not content, tightened his grip even more; he wasn't willing to tolerate a lie this time.

Red Robin raised an eyebrow. "You managed to gather a bunch of magical artifacts for your summoning and you don't know what they do?"

The man looked away. "No..." The rest of the cult members also looked away. Very brave and stupid of them to all agree to lie to the bats. Jason himself wanted to mock them, but the ring kept shining. He couldn't mock when the ring kept shining and he didn't know what it meant.

From the communications, Robin could be heard. "Tt, this wouldn't be happening if Hood hadn't put on the ring." Jason suppressed a growl.

"Kid, I didn't put on the ring. This thing stuck to me the moment I touched it." It was true. In the middle of the operation to stop the ritual, Jason had pulled the ring, which at that moment was a kind of necklace by the chain that ran through it, from a member who was wearing it. The ring in his hand began to glow and suddenly teleported to his ring finger, then stopped shining. It was when everything calmed down that the ring began to release a different, but constant light.

Approximately ten minutes have passed since then, he thought as he looked at the ring, ignoring all the magical stuff; it was actually a very simple ring. Suddenly, the ring began to blink.

Oh, no. That couldn't be good.

Batman, fed up with the leader's silence and his followers, threw the man meters ahead. "Oracle, call Zatanna now, we need more information about the ring," he ordered as he approached the man who was in pain from the fall. The guy, terrified by the violent aura of the Dark Knight, tried to retreat.

Finally, Nightwing stepped between the man and the brutal beating he would receive if he didn't speak.

"It's okay, B, calm down." With his hand on his father's shoulder, Dick tried to ease the atmosphere. "I understand your concern. We are all worried about what the ring might do to Hood. But we can't let fear and anger control us. Hood is important to all of us. He is our brother, your son. We can't lose our cool now. Let's call Wonder Woman. If no one wants to talk, she can help us with the lasso of truth."

Total silence. Jason didn't know what to say; he didn't think his family would react like this over a blinking ring. That is... he doesn't know. Suddenly, the ring's light began to blink faster.

Batman, after Nightwing's words and seeing the change in the ring, understood that he couldn't waste time with someone who wouldn't talk. "You're right, thank you Nightwing." Looking at the others, he said: "We need to act quickly, we don't know the effects the ring might have on Hood. We need to take him to the cave for a thorough analysis, no discussions." The last part he said looking at Jason. "Until then, don't try to take it off or use it."

Jason scoffed, as if he would.

"Oracle, you heard, call Diana. Red Robin and I will take care of the rest of the cult. Nightwing, take Red Hood to the cave." Batman began giving orders as he reached the leader and began dragging him towards the rest of his cult. The leader, in a failed attempt, tried to resist. "Agent A, please prepare a stretcher. Understood?"

Everyone nodded.

On the other hand, the touching speech and the strange family moment of the bats seemed to soften the heart of a girl from the cult, who in a whisper said: "The ring, nothing will happen to him." Although she spoke quietly, everyone present heard her.

The leader, panicking that the information would be revealed, exclaimed: "Catrina, shut up!" However, he was struck by Batman, who was already fed up with the guy.

"What do you have to say about the ring?" he asked.

The woman hesitated to speak. "We thought of using the ring to subdue the king of the dead and make him listen to our orders..." She paused, not knowing how to continue. "There is a real legend about the ring. A long time ago, a witch wanted to know who her soulmate was, so she created the ring. This allows one to be guided to their soulmate through the red thread. I think everyone already knows what the red thread is." Nervous, she looked around. Only Nightwing nodded, and that was enough for her to continue telling. "Well, the witch's red thread connected with a prince. Unfortunately for everyone, the prince was not happy that his soulmate was a witch. So he had her killed." The girl looked at her hands; that part of the story was sad. "The witch was angry, but still wanted her soulmate to accept her, so she rewrote the ring's original purpose. It was no longer something that united you with your soulmate, but now it was something that allowed you to subdue your soulmate... uh, this." She pointed to a book that was lying in a corner. "With another spell, in fact, it can be used to subdue anyone, even a king of the dead."

With the whole story already told, Red Robin asked: "So, what is the ring doing to Red Hood?"

"It's tracking his soulmate. I... didn't get to put the other spell on it. I could only activate the ring's primary function. Your brother will be fine."

That definitely changes things. Jason swore he could hear his heart beating. A soulmate, wow. He admits he's read many romance novels and maybe once dreamed of it, but for it to actually happen, wow.

Suddenly, the ring stopped blinking. Five seconds later, everyone saw a red thread shoot out from the ring's gem. It quickly moved in one direction, went through the wall, and kept going. The process was like a fishing rod when it catches a fish.

"Does this mean it already found its soulmate?" Red Robin asked. Astonished by the red thread, he tried to touch it but his hand went through it; apparently, the thread was intangible to anyone else.

"Yes," the cultist also seemed astonished.

Jason felt a look on him, turned, it was his brother. Oh no, not that look, he knew that smile; Dick would tease him so much in the coming days. For his part, Batman sighed in relief. Well, it wasn't such an extreme danger, but it was still dangerous. "Agent A, cancel the stretcher." He never imagined this would mean a soulmate case. "Oracle, don't cancel the call to Zatanna or Wonder Woman, we need to verify the information. We'll stay here until the police arrive."

How nice it would be if everything ended like that, right? With Dick joking with Jason, Tim analyzing the thread, Barbara laughing at the turn of events, Bruce relieved and Damian surprised. However, one must remember the story.

The witch changed the ring's original purpose. Unexpectedly, the thread began to retract, as if it had caught something. It did so so quickly that Jason grabbed his hand in pain. It was then that everyone had a bad feeling. The wall the thread had previously passed through suddenly exploded, the noise and dust alerting everyone, especially when once the chaos disappeared, something horrific could be seen.

An arm. A fucking arm. Apparently freshly torn from its owner. Oh, no. What did it do to his soulmate?

...

Somewhere else in the world, somewhere in the United States, Danny gasped in pain. What the hell? What was that? Ancients! Where is his arm?

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Note: Sorry, I don't know English, so please use a translator. I apologize if you don't get the idea.