Find your tribe in a Sea of Creativity
The flashing of cameras and shouts fill the train platform, directed towards the respective mayors of Gotham and Metropolis. The two stood side by side as they answered the assault of questions. Hidden in the rafters, Batman could only narrow his eyes looking for something. He knew that someones rogue, wether they’re from Gotham, Metropolis or somehow another city, were going to attack in someway tonight. He couldn’t spot anything out of the ordinary, everyone manning the new train and had built the bridge connecting the cities had passed his background check, but he knew something was going to happen.
Soon enough the bullet train was pulling out of the station, majority of its occupants were Gothams and Metropolis’s elites and those in power. He triggered his comms and started speaking as he grappled onto the roof of the train. “Wonder Woman, Superman, reports.” He soon found what was meant to be his entrance to the train, but it was somehow welded shut.
And thats when it all started to go to shit.
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Clark, for all intents and purposes, was meant to be one of the reporters there. And he was. Soon enough the train pulled out and every reporter and journalist rushed to get the best shots of the train leaving. The plan was going as expected, allowing him to shuffle out unnoticed and to change out into his super suit.
Superman was soon flying out checking the pillars and cables above the bridge for any tampering.
“Wonder Woman, Superman, reports.” Batmans demand filtered through his coms, wind thankfully muted out from Batmans place up on the bullet train.
As he went to answer, standing on the cross like pillar holding the bridge up, a pain he only associated to one damned rock caused him to go light headed. He could feel hives raiding his skin as he passed out, burning and freezing and dying but living. All that passed through Supermans head was ‘Ah shit, here we go again.’
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Diana had been combing through the many pillars and the under side of the bridge, looking for anything that might be out of the ordinary. She was meant to have begun this process an hour earlier than what she had, but one of her rogues decided to take that time to create chaos and havoc that should’ve taken minutes, not hours. So safe to say she was only half way done and prepared for a lecture from her colleague. ‘Although,’ she thought to herself, ‘if I explain what happened maybe I could get a disappointed grunt instead.’
She shook her head in amusement, and looked up as her coms filtered to life, “Wonder Woman, Superman, reports.” She was about to respond when she caught sight of it.
It was a box, covered in greens and purples with a wretched smile stretched under what could only be a timer.
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Wonder woman reacted quickly, she did not want to know if gas had been put into the bomb.
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She was diving to the ocean below, relying on her teammates to stop the train as it was flying down the rails.
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She was half way there when it went boom. Although she couldn’t see it, the lighting off of the bomb let her know she had been right, there was gas within. But it would be all for nought as a giant piece of rubble that would have killed a normal person suddenly hit her.
As the world went black, she felt the cold polluted waters wrap around her like a freezing hug.
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Batman cursed, seeing the tattletale green glowing from underneath the tracks and half way up the pillars, and grabbing on to the hatch as the bridge rumbled. A cloud of green gas, something that made his stomach swirl, swarmed up into the air, and chunks of the bridge fall into the ocean below. For a brief moment, he thought he saw a glimmer of gold fall into the ocean, and could only wonder if Wonder Woman got out ok, and if Superman was alive.
Gritting his teeth, knowing he was all alone in stopping the train quickly going towards its doom, Batman shook his hands and where he normally had small, almost unnoticeable nails, were claws that could easily shred through titanium. He skittered across the roofs of the train, quickly calling Oracle for a visual inside the conductor apartment.
“B, the man’s been Jokerfied!”
Giving a grunt of acknowledgement, he hurried as there was almost no time before the train hurled itself into the ocean below. That would effectively kill almost all the passengers, and he could guess what would happen to those few that survived in the gas filled waters below.
He had two more compartments to go, but Batman knew he wouldn’t make it. He could try his damndest to get there, but he would have to subdue the victim and then get the train to stop. He would be lucky if half of it would still be hanging off of the tracks.
Suddenly, he felt a shift in the air. Something was coming at them.
A rip sounded out, soon with many more following after. Green swirling portals were littered in the sky, with what he assumed was train carts chugging through them. A portal soon ripped open on the opposite side of the missing tracks, along with a train that looked like it belonged in an old western movie, but also a scfi-horror came barreling out. It was many black, with green highlights here and there, all while it glowed the same toxic green.
Batman covered his ears as a staticy scream of a train horn blew into the air. He watched as the black and green train flew over the missing tracks, creating icy new ones right under it. It was moving faster then the bullet train, almost as if it was weightless. Batman worried of what would happen when the trains inevitably crashed, but was surprised when the rail guard on the very front of the other train opened as if it was a mouth.
As the two train met, one sleek and new, the other terror inducing and old, the “mouth” of the ghostly train met the nose of the other and clamped down. A screeching filled the air as the once run away train was suddenly being pushed back. The glowing train never once stopping its tracks.
Batman could barely see into the other trains window, only making out a messy head of hair and the gleam of its conductors eyes- no goggles.
Soon though the trains pulled into the old station, and Batman was able to get in and turn the bullet train off as the other stayed, making sure no more runaway trains happened. He helped the victims of this mess off the train, and to medical attention as needed. A whistle soon caught his attention, and as Batman whipped his head around to the unknown train, he watched as the second cable cart opened and his colleagues fell out, unconscious, but unharmed looking.
Batman rushed to them, and as he did the train pulled out of the station. All too soon the train pulled out, and suddenly his coms were filled with his concerned children screaming about him going off line and is he okay.
Batman reassured his children as he checked over his colleagues, finding them as healthy as can be and only unconscious.
He grunted as he turned toward where the mystery train came from, his detective senses tingling.
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If u wanna interact and add on pls do lol.
I also might do art but idk so don’t count on it.
(p.s. I wrote this on my phone, so sorry for grammar mistakes)
(p.p.s. Idk rlly know how to tag stuff besides the basics lmao and ill probably still do a part 2… eventually)
Little idea wiggling about in my brain...
So like *holds Danny and Billy up by the scruff of their shirts* these two bastards won't leave my brain, and for punishment I will make them kiss...
Just, the Rock of eternity technically is Shazam's (the wizards) haunt? He has been dead for a long time, living only though his champion, what if Ghost King Danny gets slapped with a post it note that reads like
"Daniel, you're required to assist the Champion of Magic as the High King of the Realms, even Pariah helped the previous Champion Black Adam."
And Danny is like, "Sure, why not, Magic is real and so are ghosts."
And like....
Sparky Danny meeting Literal Sun Beam Billy, they are both 14, it's puppy love at its finest. Danny doesn't know what to do with gay panic and Billy is just straight up "This man is my soul mate, he shall be mine." (Call iy Zeus bestowing more than just lightning)
The leauge is very concerned why Captain Marvel seems to have a seeming underage partner.
Superman squinting very hard and trying to figure this out: So...just how old is Phantom?
Billy, unaware how bad this looks: Oh I don't know honestly, it's kinda hard to tell with beings from the Realms! Though he died when he was 14!
Superman, gripping the table (which cracks a little) :And how exactly long has he been 14?
Billy, taking out his phone and flipping out pictures: Like I said, I don't really know how old he is, but there is Egyptain hieroglyphics of him! Look!
Superman, blinking at the very real looking pictures: Ahh. Fun cool cool cool...a-and how are you again Cap?
Billy mindlessly swiping the photos, excited to show off his boyfriend:Never said it, but he is definitely older than I am.
(Danny is older by a month, Billy calls him an old man for it.)
Billy gets to live full time in Danny's haunt in the Zone, Danny built him like the best house, Tucker and Sam get to meet Billy and they just are flabbergasted that Danny "I can't get a girl to date me or else she ends up wanting to kill me" Fenton has a boyfriend that has been going steady for a few months.
My brain sees like, Maddie and Jack are 100% backing Danny, they are fully supportive of their bi/gay/pan son, but in no way would they support him if he was a ghost, like they are organizing Amitys first ever Pride parade, but there is a shoot ghosts on sight order.
And just the reveal is like...
Danny gets finally tells them he is a ghost: if you start shooting me, your shooting the only Gay person you know, not very ally of you mom and Dad.
Maddie mouth open in horror: Oh no...Jack are...are we homophobic?
Jack sharing her look of fear: Great Scott...Dann-o a-are you sure...its...it's a life style right? Y-you chose this?
Danny, trying very, very hard not to laugh: It's not a life style dad! I didn't choose to Die!
Anyway, thank you for coming to my brain word vomit, I haven't slept in 20 hours.
DPXDC Prompt
Just had a funny idea about Danny finding out about some of the complicated stuff between the Joker and The Bat Children (Jason dying to the Joker/Tim being Joker Jr./Dick and Barbara getting shot, Which ever one you want to choose etc.) due to being friend with all of the children, being on a mission with them Danny just decides to ask Batman how long him and the joker being lovers in a very pissed off way (maybe b-man decided to “save” the joker again and Danny fucking snaps off) and even giving “evidence” but he’s so far from right but everyone’s that isn’t Batman is just like “omg???” “Why does this sound so right but wrong??” Jason in the background like “I couldn’t kill the bastard but you can fuck him????”
I just imagine Bruce just walking away and going home mid crime scene. Just done with everything.
If anyone wants to write it as a story or anything tag me I need a laugh.
The sky is red and painted with shrieks of horror as Darkseid’s forces befall the earth. Cities are swiftly becoming ruins in their wake. The majority of the JL have been captured or killed in action. Zatanna is surrounded by Parademons, and John watches on, barely keeping down his bile as he takes a black and green tome out of his coat. He was unsure if he could trust what it was letting him know. Zatanna cast a spell on him to make him flee? If anything, it was powerful to keep his wife’s wards at bay, and that was saying something with how much she wanted to keep him safe. But something-no, someone sees this as the perfect opportunity. All he has to do is act on it and everything will be “smooth sailings”. Pfft, yeah, right. But he doesn’t have another chance. It's follow the script or flip it. The book's magic is straining against what comes next each second he thinks. So, fuck it! Who was he not to bet it all? But did it have to ask for something that was so utterly stupid at a time like this?
He has to do it. All of it. For the bit.
Batman couldn’t help his irritation with his hands being slapped away again from the control panel of a Cadmus base- or at least, a supposed partnership with a government division referred to as the GIW by his assailant’s muttering.
Tim and Dick relayed they were in position as the man around his age's hand still from the bag he rummaged in. He pushed Batman away as he drove a taser-like device into the computer, setting it aglow with electricity. The power went out in seconds, and a flash drive was tossed his way.
Danny, retired from the vigilante life and living out his days as a full-time engineer and single dad, had heard of the GIW returning when Dani came home with a blaster wound from her patrol.
Things have been peaceful since Amity Parkers and ghosts co-existed. He wasn’t about to have the next generation deal with his problems. It was the perfect time to test out the ecto-vaccum he had made, even if it did develop a mouth and hunger for the damn thing. He swung his bag over his shoulder and tossed a copy of the info the edgy hunk’s way.
“Come along, hot stuff. We got some work to do.” At least this way, he could keep Batman from getting himself killed. He could overhear the collective of younger voices gagging on the other end of the man’s communicator as he walked past.
Hey, who said he couldn’t get a potential date while he’s at it?
A prompt I made in the Batpham discord a bit back. Thought it deserved some love here too.
First year of his reign and Danny is pulling up on anyone who feels like they should be dead with a wellness check survey. His goal is to catch them completely unaware so he’s in a spirit Halloween Angel costume, with a stethoscope, coke bottle glasses, and a giant fake mustache.
He goes through a whole medical checkup with tools he had Frostbite teach him how to “act” like he’s using, but all he actually needs is their shock from the beginning.
- I'm really happy with the prompt I came up with in the Batpham discord server, so I'm sharing it here!
Gotham has been a lot safer since VladCo's ever-reluctant Co-CEO had to take over. The reconstruction budget hasn't been touched in 2 weeks. The bats are suspicious of the one multimillionaire who isn't publicly known.
Danny has never been happier to just be shut in and invent more for the AF line of security.
Things have never been easier for him.
Well...
Until he walks into his office on 2 hours of sleep and sees a collection of bats caught in his proto-AF nets.
AF- Anti-Fenton
-A dichotomy I love has always been hard worker vs natural talent, so let's take this running.
Constantine spent the day lying on his couch. A new pack of beer and smokes are beside him while he's watching one of Z's performances while she's off world. A usual partly cloudy in Liverpool.
It was nice....
-Or it would've been nice if he couldn't recall who he saw. Correction, who he thought he saw. Because there was no bloody way that magic-wielding bastard survived. ...
Shut up.
It wasn't real. It couldn't have been real.
But karma was a bitch and it was making itself known.
For once in his life, John's phone was still.
Nobody.
Nobody has reached out to him to exorcise anything for a week and he was slowly losing his shit. Looks like he has to go out and find out for himself. ---
Danny couldn't help but laugh.
That marks his 10th exorcism this week, and he could already see the con man pulling his hair out when he just chose to take a little weight off an old 'friend's' shoulders while he's on his vacation from ghost king business.
He must be pissed.
It couldn't be helped. Danny's natural disposition made magic a breeze. He's one of the most occult things there is, after all. If he can't dodge it all, he might as well embrace it. Who could've guessed it would come with the scruffiest blonde with a fun accent getting on his case? John Constantine. A delight to watch work and in bed. That's all in the past now, anyways. Sometimes, he just needed to take a minute to remind himself that he's human, too. What better way to do than to fuck with the one person he's felt most like that with?
He felt horrible thinking his last moment with John was going to be looking at the desperation and fear written all over his face. No need for that now. The spark of a locator spell flickered off his barrier on the rooftop. He cackled as he heard John's "I BLOODY KNEW IT!" through the streets. The phone in his pocket buzzed again. John really was such a busy man. He ensured the non-teleportation tattoo he made last time hadn't faded before hopping to the next roof and answering. "This is Hex speaking. I've stolen John's phone, but I can assure you I can get the job done ten times easier than he can." Making his way out of a portal on the roof he left, "I can hear you, cheeky bastard!" "That's the point, dipshit!" Danny stuck out his tongue and kept moving. Tsk. Barely 5 minutes to catch up. Looks like he's getting rusty. Oh well, nothing a little refresher and practice can't fix.
Thus began the reunion between a king and a con man.