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DCxDP fic idea: The Summoned Demon

Danny is sitting in class, trying to make sense of Mr. Lancer's explanation of the light getting through Scrooge's nightcap in A Christmas Carol. The light symbolizes him trying to suppress memories, but he cannot, so it passes the cloth he clings to when a portal appears around his desk.

He doesn't even notice it is forming until Flash screams. He turns his head to see what the bully plans to do to him- because he always intends to bother him somehow- only to find the blond pointing down to the ground.

Or, more specifically, the glowing circle of runes leaking ectoplasm in a slow swirling mess, filling until it reached the middle—right under Danny.

His other classmates also scream when they notice it, but before they or anyone else can do anything, the portal fully forms. Danny makes horrified eye contact with Sam and Tucker before he falls. His scream is louder than the rest, but it's quickly cut off as the portal slams shut.

Danny was not expecting to be thrown through a portal in the middle of the day without his Ghost Scense even being triggered, so instead of thinking rationally and shifting into Phantom, Danny fell. He fell through green swirls of green and black, his nose picking up a disgusting smell of copper, and he flew in the air.

The free fall finally stops when a second portal appears at the end of the slightly downward tunnel. He slams into the hard ground, an echoing splash accompanying his shout of pain, and his tailbone is probably broken when he lands on it. He groans, rolling to his side and hissing in pain.

A few swears escaped him, nothing too bad, but if his mother had heard him, Danny would have to pay half of his allowance in the swear jar, cursing his darn luck.

Some liquid is around him, quickly splashing onto his clothing and on the right side of his face as he presses it to the ground, trying to ease the ache from his fall.

Danny can barely think through the pain- ever grateful that his healing factor was kicking in. If only it stopped him from feeling pain in the first place.

After a moment, he has the strength to pop open an eye and take in his surroundings. He is left staring at a large dark room lit only by candle lights, a fair amount of figures in dark red robes stand a little further down from the stage he sits on, and the horrified faces of three naked teenage girls tied to pillars on stage with him.

Danny sits up, water dripping down the right side of his face onto the ground- He seemed to have landed in some kind of shallow pool, likely would only reach his ankle were he to stand- and gawks.

At once, the room reacts.

When the figures realize Danny is looking at them, they all fall to their knees, bowing so low that their foreheads touch the ground. The candles all start flicking from yellow to dark green flames, making the atmosphere more unsettling.

The three girls start to struggle against their binds, yanking on the ropes that are pulling their limbs in four different directions, but it's to no avail. They are stuck, and they cry against the gags tied to their mouths.

Their cries are what snap him from his confusion.

Danny quickly turns his gaze away, pressing a hand to the side of his face so they do not appear in his peripheral vision. He is not sure what is happening in the world, but he knows to at least respect the women.

One of the figures, wearing a giant head crown around his hood so likely the leader, left its head. It sounds male- old, maybe late to middle sixties- but Danny can't understand a word he's saying.

It doesn't sound like any language he's ever heard before. He just knows that the tone is excited and awed. When he is done speaking, the rest of the bowing crowd starts to chant in that strange, fast-paced language.

"What? What are you saying?" Danny tries, but their chants are louder, and he is still looking at the dark-colored water-covered ground. The chanting grows in volume, and a new circle of runes appears around Danny.

His eyes widen, and he lowers his hand. He turns his back on the girls splashing through the water and lowers his head to try to make out what the symbols are saying.

If they are under the control of whoever those hooded people are, then he is not entirely sure he likes them. He squints, straining his eyes to try and see them clearly, but the green flames are blending the light, and he can't make it out.

"What is this? What are you doing?!" he demanded of the people, forcing himself to stand and turn again to the crowd. He quickly turned his head to the side when he spotted the pillars.

Right, he does not like that they are tied up like that. He needs to get them out. Worried that they will try to stop him, Danny presses his feet firmly into the ground and sprints towards them, pushing some of Phantom's strength into his hands.

It's not a full transformation but it should be enough to give him a little help in setting them free.

The girls' cries grow louder, and they cower away from him. Danny feels bad, but he has no time to reassure them as he reaches towards the metal chains of the one closest to him. He wastes no time in ripping it apart—surprised to find it fall apart like paper.

They had seemed pretty thick, but maybe it was all for show? Not to look a gift horse in the mouth, Danny quickly releases her from her bonds. She screams, kicking at him and throwing punches in a desperate attempt to get away.

He hardly feels it though, pushing her gently away, so he can reach the others. He hears the hooded people cheer, chant, and praise in crazed tones, but Danny has no time for them. He is busy ripping away the chains of the other two.

He then leaps downwards towards the hooded people. They all startle, likely not expecting Danny to come for them- though why they would assume he wouldn't is a mystery- he reaches for the one closest to him.

He grabs hold of the hood, turns it transparent, and pulls it off a teenage boy who is gaping up at him. The teen is shirtless but thankfully wearing pants. Danny turns to the two others next to the boy, doing the same, and is a little surprised to find that they are all teenage boys as well.

The one with the headpiece says something in an "A-ha!" voice, and the three boys pale. They start to beg, their voices raising in panic in that strange language, but Danny ignores them. He rushes back up the stage to find the girls cowering in the center.

They tremble as he throws the stolen hoods at them.

"Here, use that to cover yourselves." He tells them, determinedly turning his gaze to the side. Danny is pretty sure they can't understand him but he hopes his message is clear enough for them to get it.

A cry is heard from the crowd of people in red robes. He twists around, fist raised in case they try to do something to the girls, only to blink in surprise that they are dragging the three boys towards him.

The male teenagers are kicking and screaming; one is crying, and another manages to break away from the hold but is quickly tackled by another. They are thrown at Danny's feet, the rest of the figures chanting.

The last teenage boy weeps, clinging to Danny's leg and begging.

"Dude! Dude!" Danny yelps, stumbling back a bit, but the stranger clings to him hard, not letting him go. "I can't understand you- get off of me!"

One of the red robes, rushes foward and starts to tug at the boy's pants- attempting to get them off against the guy's will!

Danny feels hot rage fill his entire being as he reels back a fist, smashing it against the person's head. "What the hell are you doing!? Leave him alone!"

Now Danny only meant to daze the other person, maybe knock him out if he was lucky. What happens instead is that they are flying clear across the room, smashing against a far wall and slumping to the ground.

The room goes dead silent.

"Wha-?"

That's when the window above them is smashed in, and a man dressed like a bat falls on top of Danny. He yelps, smashing against the ground. Danny flings him, but only barely.

Three other figures follow the weirdo in the bat suit, attacking the people in robes. Their actions blow out the candles, plunging the room into darkness. There is nothing but chaos and screams, so Danny blindly reaches around him, finding the six teenagers and pushing them behind him.

He stands protectively over them as the sounds of battle echo. Eventually, it all goes quiet, and a flashlight is shone on the group of trembling teenagers.

Danny raises his fists, ready for a fight, when one of the teenage boys calls out, sounding to be pleading with the attacking furries. The four figures pause outside the light- their white pupils, eyes narrowing at Danny.

He has never seen ghosts like them before, and he yanks the boy back lest they attack. Danny shifts until he stands before the group again- protecting them. One of the girls- now wearing the stolen robe- managed to remove her gag. She cranes around Danny, speaking in near sobs.

Whatever she says seems to satisfy the strangers, who carefully step out of the shadows. Danny eyes a man in blue, another in a red helmet, a teenager clutching a staff, and a small boy wielding a sword.

He also notices the light is reflecting the dark liquid.

It's red. A nasty horrible dark red that smells like copper.

"Blood," Danny whispers, horrified, looking down at himself covered in it. "This is a kiddie pool of blood."

He knows the strangers are speaking to the teenagers; he can't understand a word they are saying, but there is a rising in his ears. His breathing is coming in fast pants, and he can't look away from the blood that is literally covering his entire right side.

His hands are dripping in it.

The man in the bat suit clutches his arm, speaking slowly, claiming tones. The man takes slow breaths, tightening his grip on Danny's shoulder and repeating the actions. Danny realizes that he's attempting to get him to copy his breathing. He's having a panic attack.

It's been a while since he last had one. It was during a terrible ghost fight that Jazz's suit malfunctioned and she was rushed to the hospital, cloaked in red and clinging to her life.

Danny had never been so afraid in his life.

He is honestly grateful the man seems to be aware he's not going to calm down on his own, and he quickly stabs him with a needle. The world turns dark and blissfully silent in an instant.

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"Wait! He didn't do anything wrong!" Molly cries, watching Batman knock out the demon. She tries to rush to Batman but is quickly detained by Red Robin, who steps into her path. "He saved us!"

"We saw him protecting you." Red Robin tells her gently. "We aren't going to hurt him."

"Do you promise?" Jack asks, his voice still trembling slightly. He is on the ground, holding out his leg so Nightwing can diffuse the bomb strap to his ankle.

The cultists had kidnapped anyone from the age of fourteen to seventeen who was unfortunate enough to be at the park the day before. To prevent them from running away and ruining the sacrificial summons, they placed bombs on all of their bodies.

The girls had been the ones who were tied to the altar, but the boys were plan B in case the demon preferred males. The bombs would explode if they got too far from the stage.

For a second, Jack had thought they were all done for when something had fallen through the manic cultists' portal. It had spoken in harsh, rapid hissing noises, rolling around in the blood before sitting upright in near statue-like stillness.

Jack had been relieved when it had approached the girls in the dark corner of his heart. If it took the virgin girls, he would live and leave unharmed. Then, it rejected the sacrifices for him and his two friends.

Jack had been sure that there was no escaping his fate, but if he could offer himself to the creature- no matter how human-looking it was- then at least his friends would be spared. He clung to its legs, begging it to choose him as a meal or a bed warmer instead of Liam or Alex

He made offer after offer, praying it would choose him and not his best friends, as his friends beg Jack to stop. They went ignored because the demon wasn't looking convinced; if anything, it looked disgusted.

He had only a few seconds of terror when one of the cultists ordered him to strip for the demon when it had defended him instead. Three tugs on his pants were all it took to send the monster flying- and he didn't mean the demon that was summoned.

He hates to think that after all it did for them, the Bats would punish it instead.

"You have my word," Batman growls, holding the demon over his shoulder and vanishing into the darkness. The rest of the Bats vanish with him.

Jack sighed in relief as the doors were kicked open, and the police rushed to the scene. He gets to live another day, and his boys are safe, too. That's all he could ask from this hellish nightmare.