Everyone knows about Lana Lang and Clark’s fling in high school, right? What if it wasn’t just a fling? Shortly after Clark moves away to go to college in Metropolis, Lana finds out she’s pregnant. She gives birth to her son, Danny, who she finds out within a year of his birth that he has powers. Not knowing about Clark being a Kryptonian, she assumes he’s a meta. She raises him to love his powers and to never use them for evil. Martha and Jonathan had died earlier in this au, prompting Clark not to have any reason to come home to Smallville for a long time. She tries to get in contact with Clark a few times, but is never able to get through to him. She eventually gives up trying to contact him and raises her son on her own. She randomly runs into him during the Smallville fall festival, and Clark finally learns, nearly ten years too late that he’s had a son this entire time. He doesn’t know how he’s going to tell Lois, who’s pregnant with their son, or the Justice League that there’s another half-Kryptonian out there. He hadn’t responded well to Kon, after all, how was he supposed to react to his ten year old son?

As a Smallville fan you are leaving so much out of this.

Like the fact she gets powers from nanites laced with kryptonite. Was married to lex, cause he tricked her into thinking she was pregnant. So what if when she realizes she is pregnant and tries to keep it to herself. Lex helps her out

$50,000 immediately dropped into my bank account wouldn't improve EVERYTHING but boy it sure would be a grand, sexy little start to a good, happy life path, don't you think

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uhh did i forget how time works or was the first post in december 2018 and the second in august 2018

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That would help a lot would be able to pay so many bills off

Ooooh~ Drink mix up? >.>

Because! Wes DID, in fact, get that dream job. HAS learned... after many, many hours of "beat about the head and shoulders with an ethics pamphlet by his great aunt", to keep his mouth shut! Family curse of Sight? WHAT family curse?

He doesn't see shit! Mind your business.

What're you? A cop?

Look, he sent Fenton a gift basket. He was a shitty, shitty "I have to be RIGHT and nothing else matters!" Stubborn lil asshole of a kid. He got better. Grew up. No one is there best Self during puberty. He DOES, in fact, regret it.

Which is WHY, he is deliberately ignoring Kent's terrible, awful, paper-thin, "who meee~?" Aw shucks BULLSHIT excuse of a disguise, like it isn't blatantly obvious he's Superman. Yep. Nothing to see here! Nothing but us chickens! Mmmmm, morning coffee! Delicious.

But see, here's the THING.

The Itty, bitty, teeny lil PROBLEM...

Wes grew up in Amity "Totally Not Supernatural Hotspot For Centuries" Park. He is... to put it mildly, genetically? A freak. His biology is ALL fucked up. Everyone's is. And it WAS NOT made better by the Fenton's playing fast and loose with their hell basement. The Ectoplasmic NUKE that was that portal.

There is a REASON his morning coffee? Is COVERED. Contained. Fenton brand, LEAD LINED, specialty cups. The sort that can't be EATEN from the inside out. Eroded after a few uses. They're ugly as sin, but they work. He even ordered a few covers from Star's etsy shop. (Apparently he wasn't the only one who hated how ugly they looked. Good for her though, he heard it was doing well.)

He SAYS this? 'Cause his morning brew is less... straight COFFEE... and more... how to put this? A blend? Brew? Potion, really. Like an energy drink. From hell. Or, partially at least, the Zone. It's the combination of roots, seeds, and a few dried berries. Kinda like a tea, actually!

Tasty. Adds this nice fruity, warmth. A zing. Goes GREAT with the coffee. And it really perks you up... if you are Limnal. If you AREN'T? It'll desolve your esophagus like swallowing straight acid. And that's not TOUCHING the... witch-y, more Seer specific bit of the blend.

That stuff is medicinal. You know, "calm the mind" and "mental clarity". That sorta thing. With a good ol helping of "don't blurt out everyone's secrets, you spacey bitch! For the love of God, those are our INSIDE THOUGHTS!". Which? Really helpful! Infinitely less likely to get decked. It's a family staple.

Poisonous, though.

They're fine cause they've basically developed an immunity to that part, but like? Wouldn't recommend. It's why he NEVER shares his drinks. Food? On occasion. If he PLANS it and knows not to add and interesting spices. But DRINKS? Never. Weston family brews are basically NEVER safe.

Which? Begs the Very Important Question ™!

Who's Coffee Is This?

Cause it SURE AS FUCK AINT HIS!

You never realize quite how fast you can go from "completely calm and kinda sleepy" to "bomb strapped to my chest, primal panic AWAKE" until it happens to you. His coffee was ON HIS DESK. People have passed by. He talked to them. Cups put down and picked up. Lazy early morning. He doesn't even register, really, as his chair crashes to the ground.

He's shouting.

People confused. They don't realize yet. His head whips around, looking for that distinct cover. Before it's too late. Before someone takes that fatal sip. He spots it. Bolting from his desk. Crashing through coworkers, over desks. Chaos and outrage. "It's 'just' coffee!" They cry.

Kent turns, confused. Pretending. Raises his (HIS! Oh god!) cup to his lips, unknowing. Wes SCREAMS a warning. But he doesn't listen. "It's 'just' coffee" They never listen. Curse of Cassandra. God's damn it. This is why his family fucking CONVERTED!

He TACKLES the man of steel.

RIPS his cup away from him, knows his eyes are frantic. How much have you had?! Spit it out! Wes voice ECHOES in the sudden silence. I'm a META, Kent! It could KILL YOU!

And oh, Oh NOW they get it. Or perhaps it is the burn in his mouth that finally registers. He rolls, spits oil slick nebulae that eat away the floor. There is blood mixed within it. It took mere moments. Superman stares, transfixed and horrified, as Wes shakes. He... he should probably get off of him.

He'll move in a moment.

When his legs no longer feel weak from terror.

The news room is in chaos. Lane kneeling by her husband, Perry trying to do damage control. He... he's probably gonna lose his job, isn't he? Wes wants to cry. Protection laws only go so far, after all. And warning his boss about his dietary needs means jack shit, after an incident like this. Beloved as Kent is. Not that anyone likely believed him.

They never do.

And now he's nearly killed Superman.

@hypewinter @hdgnj @legitimatesatanspawn @nerdpoe @lolottes @babbling-babull @mutable-manifestation @dcxdpdabbles

Well seeing as no one else has pointed this out yet. Wes states there are magic potions in his drink. Superman is weak against magic

The JLA have a member of the JLA:Dark summon the Ghost King.

Deadman only learns this only after the summoning takes place and Danny Phantom is in the circle.

He is pissed cause he had just found out where the GIW were holding his family and he was summoned.

The JLA are going on about this and that.

And Danny goes you have one problem and John Constantine is like nope that circle means you do what I tell you.

Danny just laughs and tells him I am not Pariah Dark and steps out of the circle and gives them a beat down.

I'm just imagining while defeating them a lot more members come looking for the commotion:

Danny then steals their weapons/magic items (including Diana's lasso of truth) and noticing their better quality then dannys borrowed fenton ghost gear decides to make full use of this opportunity.

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Danny basically goes rambo on the GIW base using stolen justice league equipment and (assuming he was summoned to the watchtower) hijacks one of the javelin jets to get there faster!

The political fallout from this incident is monumental!

Thanks for adding and I give you this some of the basic gear he steal he later learns his parents make and sell the the JLA for flush money to do they can keep up there job if ghost hunters

Jazz Fenton becomes a Hero. She only focuses on welfare checks for teenage or child heroes, though.

She was tired of watching everything Danny went through, and decided to become a hero herself once they were grown up and Danny had retired to explore the Zone.

Her job of hero-ing only goes to child heroes, though. She checks in on them, makes sure their mentors don't mistreat them, makes sure their needs are met, and brutally punishes any mentors that step out of line.

And getting your shit kicked in by a 7'3" liminal Infinite Realms Princess is no laughing matter.

Superman doesn't understand why this hero is attacking him. Are they being controlled? No Robin just got tried of his bs about Superboy and called in someone that will help. Cause what the other adult heroes are doing clearly isn't working

Danny is a clone; his parents had closely monitored and tracked his DNA donor carefully, until they were able to get ahold of some hair and blood. He's a clone of Wonder Woman.

Wonder Woman only finds out after Danny donates his blood for a medical experiment for extra cash, and the genetic testing they do on it pings one of Batman's many, many programs.

For the first five ish years clone Danny was a girl but then they decided they wanted to be a boy her now his parents where like okay let's get you some new close and what will your new name be? Danny sure that sounds like a great name. And when it's time for school to start up or back for their children. It is after all Danny's first years he came out of the pod late. So they put him down as a boy on all the forms. It was only when asked for a copy of his birth certificate they realized oops we forgot to get that made

Still thinking about the Astoria/HP crossover particularly if/when Harry goes to Hogwarts and after being around H.E.R.A. for so long he is just casually wrecking Voldemort’s plans without even really trying. Like it’s not his fault that he knows what Aura feels like and can point it out. Like just

Harry: *pointing at sorcerers stone* mom that’s an artifact

MC: You’re right it is. Let me talk to Dumbledore about how we properly contain this none of which include a school

- A year later -

Harry: *pointing at Tom Riddles diary in Ginny’s cauldron* that’s not an artifact but it feels like one

Alex: I will be taking that for containment. Lord Malfoy would you like to comment on how that got there

Lucius, sporting a black eye and handcuffed after his fight with Arthur that MC stopped: … no. No I would not.

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Just Harry who grew up about godly power and monsters and Voldemort who for the not quite life of him cannot pull one over on one (1) single preteen

If you think about it to Alex and MC would ask for the trial transcripts of Sirius and be furious there is none.

So maybe Peter gets caught and Voldemort remains a crusty old spirit while Alex and MC hunt down all the Horcuxesz

… or maybe he comes back and tries once to attack.

Death by deer!

Harry writing home: Apparently this mass murderer broke out of prison to finish the job and take me out and he is also my godfather? But no one can show me the actual court transcripts so it’s definitely weird right? Like this is weird?

Alex and MC: if we look this up and find that there are no court records there is going to be hell to pay do you understand? If you all took an innocent man and threw him in prison which is immediately responsible for our son going to an abusive home we will not be able to be held responsible for our actions

Wizengamot: *sweating profusely* right the court transcripts. The transcripts of the trial that he had. Where we found him guilty. At a trial.

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I need you to know that the image of Voldemort crawling his way out of the cauldron and doing the weird forehead touch thing to prove he can now hurt Harry only for him to be immediately bodied by a spectral stag or two is sending me through the roof. Man doesn’t even get to finish his monologue before he’s Regina George’d demigod style

MC on the other hand is snake hunting which is the last horcrux they need other than Harry himself at that point

Sirius: *sees paper saying he didn’t get a trial and they will give him one, proceeds to walk into Hogwarts as a man* Hey Moony! Guess what the bitch did?

Remus: *hopeful, so hopeful and furious he wasn’t told Harry had new guardians who would let a werewolf around* What?

Sirius: PETER FRAMED ME AND IS HIDING AS A PET RAT.

Ron: *has said rat in his pocket* I owe Crookshanks treats.

Peter: *tries to get the fuck out of there but McGonagall cat instincts are active*

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Aphrodite: that scar is ugly and the soul inside of it is to. YOINK!

Voldemort: *half gorged by a deer dies because of the Goddess of Love*

Albus;… I WAS RIGHT.

Alex: We’ll let you have this one.

Where can I read said crossover please

Dc x Dp #42

Danny raising both de-aged Dan and Dani in Gotham and a small apartment. Everything seemed to be fine for the most part. Though he was tired of how many different jobs he had to keep taking because of all the rogues running around and trashing the place. He came home and complained everytime about the stupid rogues that was causing trouble. The latest was the Joker with his bombs blowing up the coffee shop he worked at.

He complained as he made his way into the kitchen to prepare dinner, missing the look that was shared between Dani and Dan.

Because while they were physically regressed to the ages of toddlers, their powers still stayed intact. Of course, the most Danny had to deal with was the two occasionally floated when they were sleepy or excited. Which he could handle. He didn't know how much the two were holding back in his presence to appear on their best behavior.

Which lead to Red Hood standing over said toddlers in the middle of the night. Dan holding a bloodied Joker by his hair. And by the faint trail of blood behind him, they were obviously dragging him somewhere.

Now, he's dealt with kids with superpowers before, but he didn't think he would have to deal with literal babies.

"So, what do you kids got there?" He asked, voice inquisitive yet static-like due to the voice modulator in his mask.

"We got a bad clown!" The girl chirped, blue eyes piercing with a proudness that no toddler should have about beating up someone. Though, he'll give it to her, he was a bad clown.

"And why do you have the bad clown?" He asked, ignoring the pained groan said clown let out that was muffled due to him being face down on the concrete. Hearing the sound, the young boy that had him lifted his head and slammed it down on the ground with a strength that startled Jason for a moment. His hand reflectively going for one of his pistols before settling.

Well, that answered the question of whether or not the kids did it themselves. Sparing a glance between two, he noticed the boy was a bit more roughed up

"He upset mama." The boy answered plainly, frowning as if upsetting his mother was the most unforgivable thing there was. Though, what kid didn't think that way? "He made mama job go boom!" She said, spreading her arms in an exaggerated manner to imitate an explosion.

Ah, Jason did remember Joker did blow up a few buildings the other day. He guessed their mother was working at one of them. Did that mean that she was a meta on the run, a civilian with two meta children, or some sick handler of child soldiers?

"Well, we better bring him to mama, shouldn't we? Bet she'd be really surprised to see what you two did." He offered, curious to see their reactions.

Both children suddenly looked up at him with matching blue eyes that sparkled with excitement. Probably because he wasn't going to stop them from what they were doing.

"Let's go see mama!" The young girl cheered, the boy giving a nod in affirmative before the two began walking down in a direction that was no doubt their home. The boys grip on the Joker's hair unfaltering as he continued to drag him through the pavement.

Jason followed the strange group, hands nestled in his pockets as he couldn't wait to see the reaction of their mother when the group returned home.

Small town culture is knowing that there are Old Folks with strange nicknames but never knowing the stories behind them.

Of course, I made the mistake of asking why everyone calls this one guy Brickaday and it turns out that he worked at a brickyard for 40 years, stealing exactly one brick every day and making no particular efforts to conceal the theft. Nobody thought anything of it until years later he was discovered to have built three houses.

His boss is said to have shrugged and made some remarks about the importance of coming up with a plan and sticking to it.

I‘m trying to arrange my face into an appropriate approximation of silent bafflement and failing miserably.

i appreciate brickaday

chaotic good

My grandpa once told me he worked with a guy called Scrappy at General Motors back in the 50s. Every few days he would wheelbarrow out metal shavings and the foreman was convinced he was stealing things and hiding them in the scrap metal to get it out of the factory. But every time they’d go through the scrap they’d find nothing. He was stealing the wheelbarrows.

One of my late grandfather’s friends was called Salami because he used to steal salami and cured meats so I’m seeing a pattern here

Thieves Guild call signs

I had a relative whom I called Lou all their life. Turns out is was a nickname learned that when they passed away. No one at their funeral knew where they got the nickname or wasn't willing to tell

John Constantine being Jack Fenton’s distant cousin but still comes by to talk supernatural shit. He grew attached to his cousin’s kids who would always call him Uncle John.

Can you imagine the heartache he would feel when he gets an invite to the youngest’s funeral? He goes and he sees how heartbroken everyone is, he is sad too. Danny was a good kid, he was having some troubles recently but that didn’t mean he wasn’t a good kid!

But imagine his surprise at the next Justice League meeting he is forced to attend he sees his nephew floating and gawking at the stars so much that he doesn’t realize who has just entered the room.

The kicker is that John unlike the rest of the people at the funeral know Danny is somewhat still alive. And when Danny sees John. He is like hey uncle John did you like my funeral. I had a mission and couldn't be there was it okay

I swear there is one on here somewhere that has Izuku being Kami woods brother. There father has a bunch of kids he is like a populist or something. Not sure if that is the correct word.

Oh yeah I did that didn’t I

Yup you did and I love it like all your other works.

I swear there is one on here somewhere that has Izuku being Kami woods brother. There father has a bunch of kids he is like a populist or something. Not sure if that is the correct word.

Prompt 245

Now Danny would openly admit, if only to himself, that he had a type when it came to relationships. If they were strong, if they were a threat to him, then chances were he would develop some sort of crush. It was how he had dated Sam and Valerie (And Johnny & Kitty) when he was a bit younger, and hell, Sam had technically succeeded in killing him, even if partly. 

Attraction towards smart people who could kill him was honestly par for the course for a Fenton or Nightingale anyway. 

And he’d also admit he enjoyed a bit of time travel, learning about times and culture long before his time, to the point that he could blend in in ancient times just as easily as the time he had been born in. That it was natural to mutter in a language lost to time. 

So color him surprise when another man perks up in the bar he had paused to get a drink in, vibrant green eyes gleaming in interest and responds in turn. And not just in the language, but able to keep up when he talks about things that once existed but haven’t been rediscovered yet. 

And one thing led to the other, and there might have been some assassins and some shenanigans that end with them both laughing together in an inn and then more and- Okay he has a type alright, and he’s ticking each box! How is that fair? 

Danny pulling up to the manor to see Damien and he is like oh that's grandfather's boyfriend or maybe husband at this point

Batman trying to adopt phantom.

Phantom I refuse to be adopted by my grandson in law