They were in the Watchtower now, having decided it was a better for them to talk to the Ghost King there, away from prying eyes and people.
Although Conner thought he was playing it off cool anyone with super-hearing could hear how fast his heart was beating, from nervousness or excitement they weren't sure but one thing's for certain is that they were about to get answers.
The Ghost King was set to arrive in a couple of minutes so that gave everybody some time to prepare. Most of them were tidying up while the magic users were grilling into everybody what and what not to say or ask at risk of enraging their guest.
Superboy felt his presence long before his superhearing caught the swish of the familiar red cape.
"Soo... Mom?"
Conner presses his lips together, refusing to meet Clark's eyes, he shrugs but the movement is barely visible.
"Were you planning tell me?"
"Well.. yeah, I mean.. eventually."
A moment of silence passes by.
"Did.. did you go.. looking for him?"
"No.. he was just.. I ran into him on the mission regarding the rampaging necromancer who was trying to summon an army of undead to take over an island he claimed was rightfully his. "
"The necromancer? That's.. that was three months ago, why did..." Clark pauses, he realises why Conner didn't tell him.
Conner's still avoiding his eyes.
Clark sighs, "I.." Conner's shoulders stiffen.
"I'm sorry, I didn't..." He places his hand on Conner's shoulder, which prompts Conner to look up at him for a moment, before shifting his gaze to the wall behind him.
"I'm not mad, I'm just...confused. I thought... I thought we were doing okay."
Conner opens his mouth but doesn't speak for a moment.
"Hey.."
Conner looks back to Clark.
"Talk to me bud, I want to listen."
Conner's shoulders fall.
"I just.. didn't know how you'd react I guess. I was just.. scared."
Clark doesn't respond for a moment, Conner looks away again. He moves to step away, but he's stopped when Clark drags him into a hug. Conner stiffens again, but almost immediately melts into it. He presses his face into Clark's arm.
Clark sighs again, and when he speaks, his voice is muffled by Conner's hair.
"I'm sorry Con.. I am. I should've done better. I should've been better. You deserved better. I wish you would've felt like you could tell me. But.. I'd love to hear about him now.."
Looking up at the man he can now comfortably call his father Conner opens his mouth to speak, wanting to share alll the things he has been up to with his other parent, but before he could utter another word a green portal appeared right there in the conference room.
It's appearence captured the attention of every hero in the room who assumed their positions, giving the portal their full attention. Whatever Clark wanted to know he was about to find out right now.
[Part: 1 Here]
Danny Fenton starts his own business in Gotham. He knows that moving to Gotham is dangerous in a way, but it is the only other place with enough natural ectoplasm that can sustain him.
He wanted to move away from Amity Park to start on a clean slate. His parents now knew the truth, and to show their support, they were turning their research into a more sociological base instead of biological- I.E. ripped ghosts apart. Jaz got accepted into her dream college- Oxbridge. She moved overseas and is doing well in her advanced physiological courses. They told their parents of Dani, who promptly adopted her and signed her up for a traveling club under the condition she returned home for school.
The ghosts stopped challenging him after he explained Amity was his haunt and that it was bad manners to spar inside a haunt. He is open game in the ghost zone, but Danny got to choose when to go in there- his obsession requires him to defend something, so defending weaker ghosts in the Zone was a good option.
Danny always wanted to be an astronaut, but his teenage vigilante lifestyle ruined his chances- it isn't even his grades. It's a fact Danny's heart is so slow due to his ghost side it is mistaken as a heart condition. No space program would ever send him up with that. Danny decided that he would instead go with his second joy- baking. He opened Phantom Bakes in his second week in Gotham using funds from his Ghost King vault.
He served everyone and asked no questions. He was mostly sure half of his customers were gang members, but he didn't start anything and didn't allow any fights in his bakery. He became a sort of haven for everyone. He even began preparing packs for people experiencing homelessness, and bought the building next door to put some heating systems for anyone to sleep In during the winter.
Despite his obsession with protection, his human side made it possible for him to ignore it. He decided that his teenage years were spent too much giving in to his obsession and that in his twenties, he would retire. He did nothing while the various Bats threw themselves into battle, he turned a blind eye to petty crimes and basically tried not to bring any attention to himself.
He managed about six months until he accidentally walked through a cloud of fear gas while texting Sam and Tucker. His friends were tying the knot- the fact they all were best friends and exes was only slightly strange- and he was so focused on helping them plan the wedding as their Best Man he didn't hear the gasps, and horrified yells until he ran into Scarecrow.
He apologized for not looking where he was going and got a needle shoved unto his arm as a response. Danny's reflex to that was to punch the man a foot away from him.
The Bats quickly locked up the villain, and Danny decided he needed to be gone as fast as possible. He tried to return to his everyday life, but the next day, some of Scarecrow's goons showed up at his bakery asking him for work....so he hired them and taught them to make pastries. Then those goons brought over some friends who needed work but were recovering addicts and couldn't find employment.
He added coffee to his menu and threw them into that. Then some street kids asked if he would buy some stuff from them. Danny told them that he wasn't interested in car parts, but he was interested in furniture for the building next door. He had kids bringing in broken bookshelves, bed frames, and much more, paying them far more than the shady garages would.
Then some shady groups of men kept coming to his bakery asking for money for protection but Danny can protect himself just fine and proved it every single time a group made trouble.
He started having the streey kids make deliveries hoping to get them out of life of crime.
He made natural ectoplasm which, after much testing and research done by his parents, proved to clean out dangerous substances from the body. He made unique pastries that could help overcome addiction and heal withdraw.
He saw the light slowly return to the eyes of a drug-ridden community, and it brought him so much joy he barely charged for them.
Unknown to Danny, he has set himself as a up and coming villain. Rumors of his Fear Gas immunity attracted the attention of the Joker- who was found with all limbs broken, beaten black and blue after the clown tried to take a swing at Danny's employees. The baker had taken his broken body back to Arkharm, dragging the bleeding man through the streets uncaring of the line of red he left or the various people recording him in awed fear.
The rest of Gotham waited to see his true colors as he carefully built a front and gathered people. Some want to take him out as soon as possible.
Red Hood, most of all, after he heard that Danny had kids run special deliveries to know addicts. The only reason he hadn't blown his brains out was because Danny hadn't set himself up in crime alley.
The Bats had even talked him into joining an undercover mission to learn more about Danny. They didn't know what drugs he was moving or if he had a hand in other crimes, and needed more information that Oracle was unable to find.
She couldn't pull anything on Danny, driving her insane. (Techus erased Danny from the internet as a prank once and forgot to undo it.)
That led to Jason and Tim entering Phantom Bakes, acting like street kids who ran away from a homophobic father looking for a job.
Danny had them decorate cupcakes within the hour, letting them know he didn't expect them to crunch out masterpieces. They knew it would be a while to see Danny's real business so they bite thier tongues and got to work.
Tim just hopes they finish this mission before Jason snaps and shoots their main suspect....or before Danny romances the entire of Gotham because, goddammit, he has as much game as Brucie pretends to have. It's getting frustrating to see so many people throwing themselves at him, only for Danny to pretend not to notice. His good looks, charming personality, and carefully manipulated cover, drag good people into his schemes. He didn't want another Harley Quinn.
(He will ignore that his heart skips a beat whenever Danny gets too close. Thank you very much. It's just a crush; people get those all the time.)
(Part 2) (Part 3)
When I finally learn how to draw without it looking like the pencil is trying to fight me it's over for you b*tches, I am going to shake the fucking foundation of the DC x DP crossover fandom. Hell, not even just that but any fandom I find even the slightest interest in. Count your days because when when I get a hold of an ounce of skill I'm going to make it EVERYBODY'S problem.
P.S.
This is not a threat,
It's a promise.
Love BBB ~β‘
Do you have any recommendations, pretty please?
What if, like Danny became (through infinite realms magic) sort of the Patron Saint of Young Protectors?
So like, he is still alive, living, going to college, playing vidya games, but his ghost form always has a connection to his 14 y/o self, and while it may not ALWAYS look young, he always feels a kinship eith and protective of those who should be taken care OF but are instead doing the taking care.
So he (unwillingly) tends to know when the batfam/YJ/TT are in trouble and wouldn't make it out without his intervention.
It'd be like
"Hold on, I'm just gonna hide my character behind this rock real quick. That little sword kids about to get blown up again."
And Damien is just like. Bewildered by the mildly impatient ghost boy who turned him intangible just long enough to survive before vanishing, muttering something about Doom...
Ghost King Phantom's secret twin brother WHO?!?!?π±π±π±
Human Reporter: Breaking news, gay alien robot continues to fumble a bad bitch.
*camera pans to the background scene*
Megatron: *on his knees* Please come back with me.
Optimus: Absolutely Not!
Megatron: My glorious metalic princess with a savior complex, PLEASE.
Optimus: For the 100th time I am NOT joining you on your murder crusade.
Megatron: PLZ PLZ PLZ PLZ PLZβ
"When are people going to stop shipping this totally normal ship because I don't see these characters that way?"
"You shouldn't ship those characters who barely interacted because I don't see it working."
"I think we need to move on and stop shipping characters from different fandoms because I think it doesn't make any sense."
Oh my gosh, shut the fuck up! My cookie has nothing to do with your diet. Consume what YOU want and I'll consume what I want and we'll both live happily ever after, the-fucking-end. π
Something something Kamakura spent some time with Makoto disguised as a guard before rehabilitation, enjoyed it a lot, and now when Hajime comes out of the programme he now also views Makoto as a being deserving of the best protection (him).
Danny: *laughing like a maniac after discovering a new power he could use to torment Vlad*
*Batfam arriving at the scene*
Danny, a bit high on chemicals: HI DAD! :D
Batman: ?!?!?
Red Hood: God not another one.
Red Robin: Black hair and blue eyes combo number four, now with meta powers.
Robin: Father your knowledge of basic intamacy practices needs to be revisited.
Batman: !?!?!?!?!?
Nightwing: Jeez B, don't you have enough already?
Stephanie: Right! It's just getting ridiculous at this point old man, pack it up!
Duke: He just blew up that construction site.
Cass: New brother.
Batman: ?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!!?!
LILIA NOOOOOO! There are actual tears in my eyes. She could've survived if she just went along with them (I'm delusional). πππ