Danny Phantom x DCU Crossover

[themoosejthm]

 Bc all the cool kids are here lol

This is a rough draft of the background for an idea that I has been in my head for at least the last month. If I ever do more with it, it would be a Danny/Sam/Tucker fic of them in Gotham after the Justice League is rather suddenly notified of what they think is a government agency violating the Meta Protection Acts and that agency apparently taking over an entire town?? What the actual fuck?

There would also be the DP part of the team settling in Gotham and how the Batfam is handling these refugee metas?? Who are known to them from the JL and also seem to be nice kids. But also Danny is...pregnant? A host to something? They're not even sure.

(Danny has a destablized Danielle's core inside him, Tucker jammed it in while stitching him up below. He's not pregnant, he's acting as an incubator until her core is more stable and she's able to re-form a physical form. But, it is taking up a lot of his energy and the rest of the group frequently jokes about him "eating for two" and stuff. They also lean into the idea of "you need to rest to let yourself heal from being unethically experimented on" by using "think of the baby" jokes. It's a joke that, to the people listening, doesn't sound like a joke. Misunderstandings FTW!)

 

 

If asked, Sam would have guessed that she'd die in some far future as an old lady. She's thought about it, in the abstract way of a child who was exposed to death early and loved all things Gothic and macabre. Before the portal, she would have guessed she'd die in some distant, nebulous future either in her home or at a protest. Right after the portal, when Danny was still learning about his new powers, she'd have nightmares where she died via electrocution – that Phantom, somehow separate from Danny, would murder her in revenge for indirectly causing Danny's accident.

 

Thankfully, she got over those as more ghosts came out and she regained her conference in herself, in Danny's love for her and Tucker, in the understanding that accidents were just that – accidents.

 

When the Ghost Investigation Ward first came sniffing around, she thought back to her vague ideas of her death and silently eliminated the idea of her passing in her bed as a wrinkled old woman. Even with the GIW being incompetent, the idea of her dying in a protest was becoming more of something she could imagine. The GIW were comically incompetent, like the Fentons in their comic neglect of their children. What kind of parent loves their children and work so much they simultaneously send their kids to summer camps, keep the electricity running, know their kids' dream colleges, and contaminate their house with insane levels of radiation?

 

Maybe that was the root of the problem. Jazz said that when children were brought up in extreme circumstances, their ideas of normal were not the same as what actually was normal. For instance, a child brought up in a cult wouldn't know that one adult shouldn't be in charge of everyone else's actions, down to their thoughts. That would be normal for that child.

 

Sam was brought up to be seen, to be paraded around, and then put away at the end of the day until the next gala, the next interview, the next high profile outing. She was brought up with parents that spoke at her; dismissed her interests and personality in favor of their “ideal daughter”. Parents were people that kept the lights on, that kept the fridge full, that handed over cash or credit card in exchange for attendence at some event where you wore what they wanted you to, said what they wanted, and smiled at the flashes of the camera.

 

It was normal to get into yelling matches with your parents over your diet, your clothes, your jewelry, your books, your room, your religion, your friends, your time, and more. It was normal for the yelling matches to devolve into cold shoulders and snide comments; normal to be ignored for days on end until your grandmother comes out from her wing to speak to you about little sacrifices to keep the peace and just give them what they want and you can get access to the grocery order again.

 

That was normal for Sam. Her parents went through so much to get her – they always told her so, always talked about how painful the IVF treatments were, how often they had to have them, how expensive, how many “false starts” they had. And then they had her and they couldn't have more children after that. They loved their daughter, they just didn't like Sam.

 

That was her normal.

 It actually seemed more efficient that Jazz kept an accounting of their parent's bank accounts and sat at their kitchen table on the sixth of every month to write out checks, put them in envelopes, and then mail them on the way to her part time job. Sure, Danny had chores but wasn't that normal? She'd seen television shows and all of the teens in those had chores, so surely his list of chores was just how things worked?

 

 

He did the grocery shopping and everything associated with that; he cleaned the house and basement, knew all about how to dispose of hazardous waste, which chemicals not to mix, how to arrange the lab the way his parents liked, and how to keep samples from cross-contamination. Tucker thought that was strange, but Tucker also thought pineapple belonged on pizza so clearly his opinion was suspect.

 

It was nice that the Fentons gave out hugs, kisses, and hair ruffles whenever they had time. They would be in their basement lab for days, come up to shower and maybe eat something, and sometimes they'd sit down to make cookies or fudge or a meal and eat as a family. That was significantly nicer than the family dinners she had, where her parents prattled about whatever they wanted in their chipper voices and made comments like you should smile more, Sam and you know, dear, just because it's kosher doesn't mean it's good!

 

The Fentons paid for Danny to go to various Junior Astronaut camps throughout multiple summers; they paid for Danny to take all sorts of STEM courses with big tests that would be accepted in any college or university in the United States so he'd be able to skip the introductory lessons in their entirely. They paid for Jazz's CPR courses, her lifeguard courses, her infant CPR courses, and even signed off on all of her duel high school/college courses so when she graduated from Casper High she went right into her Sophomore year at Amity Community.

 

Danny loved his parents and they loved him. Sam loved her parents, even if she didn't particularly like them, which was very fair since they didn't like her much either. They were both children of dualities – Danny's parents loved him but didn't think Phantom was a sentient being worthy of rights or safety; Sam's parents loved her but didn't respect her as an individual human being.

 

And now, Sam might actually die because of it.

 

 

Tucker would like to be right less often, if it wasn't too much to ask. He wasn't sure who, exactly, he was lodging this request to but he very much was lodging it. Being right about less fucked up things, please and thank.

 

Behind him, Sam howled in fury and – judging by the smell and sounds – had yanked some kind of plant through the walls to use as a defensive weapon. He made a mental note to see if Dr. Isley had any kind of online courses, because they might need someone to train Sam in plant controlling. Maybe? Did being Undergrowth's favorite human come with an instruction manual? Was what Dr. Isley and Sam did even the same thing??

 

Questions for later, for sure.

 

“Tuck...leave me.” Danny slurred, like the noble idiot he was. Only Danny Fenton would try to speak through being stitched up with no anesthesia on a bloody gurney in the world's most sketch government facility.

 

Why did he love this idiot so much? What did that say about him?

 

Sam screamed again, wordless furry and directed violence, and the gunshots were thinning out. That was good, it was hard to keep his hands steady as it was, he didn't need the additional worry of getting shot at, thanks.

 

“We good to move, Sam?” Tucker asked as he tied off the last stitch. It wasn't the best job and already he could see some of the stitches eroding as Danny's blood ate away at them, but his internal organs were where they were supposed to be and Ellie's shiny core was hidden away inside him.

 

Another thing to process later.

 

“Yeah.” Sam rasped; her throat must be so sore. Danny sobbed as Tucker scooped him up, but he kept quiet as he and Sam ran in the direction of their exit point. Danny was light in his arms, which was always a shock considering he had finally hit his growth spurt and was six foot, but it made getting him to safety easier so small mercies, he supposed.

 

A group of soldiers in white came around the corner – he couldn't believe this agency wasted so much on making sure every person matched their aesthetic even down to having their fucking soldiers in white uniforms like some shitty storm trooper cosplayers. At least they didn't have the stupid bucket helmets.

 

Sam threw her arm out in front of them, her hand tracking out a quick circle that ended with a jerk and a mass of green slammed into the soldiers. The way was clear and they hadn't been shot, go team!

 

They burst out a side door and were greeted with screaming sirens and a chaotic battleground. Ghosts were everywhere, along with more soldiers in their blinding uniforms, and a few people Tucker knew from town. It was chaos, there were bodies everywhere, and there was so much noise.

 

With a screech of tires against asphalt, a white military vehicle (a jeep? Maybe? Cars were not his thing) swerved to a stop in front of them. Jazz threw open her door and rushed around to help him get Danny into the vehicle. Sam twisted her arms in some kind of pattern and the trees around the building ripped themselves free of the ground and joined the fray.

 

Tucker yanked her into the car as they drove off. Sam's eyes were glowing ectoplasmic green, there was blood trailing down from both her nostrils and dripping from her tear ducts. The veins in her arms were visible, the color a dark hue against her pale skin. Her hair had grown since this morning, too, which was as interesting as it was alarming – her hair was tar black to her elbows and her bangs and tips looked scraggly like moss on a tree trunk.

 

Probably not a good sign, all things considered.

 

The car jerked as it ran over a sign or maybe the horizontal strike at the ID check booth. Vehicle deterrent? Railroad – no, it's not at a railroad, it wouldn't be called that...

 

“The GAV is packed so once we get back home, I'll put Danny in and we'll be off. The portal was blown shortly after Danny's transfer so the ghosts back at the facility will have to either go with the dogman or find a natural portal.” Jazz said, breaking Tucker out of his increasingly ridiculous thoughts.

 

“Did you leave anyone guarding it or are we going in hot?” Tucker asked, mind slotting back into tactical mode.

 

“Valerie is guarding it. Her dad is using live rounds.” Jazz said.

 

“Shit.” Sam said softly.

 

“Makes sense, what with the town being under martial law and us very much committing treason against the state.” Tucker mused. “I should be able to crack through the town blackout as we had towards Gotham. Once that happens, the Justice League's hotline is probably going to light up like one of those old-school town switchboards. They might be able to send a team before more people get arrested.” Tucker continued, already thinking through the code he's been fighting for the better part of the last year.

 

“Paulina says the high school is still locked down; the FentonShield is doing a good job keeping anyone wearing white out. Apparently, people had to take off white jackets, scrubs, and even shoes to be allowed entry but everyone that isn't in town hall or locked in their basement is holding up there.” Sam reported and her voice still sounded strained. He hoped she didn't tear anything in her throat.

 

Danny hissed as the brakes were slammed. Jazz leapt from the driver's seat as Sam tumbled out the door so they could both help Danny out.

 

“Thanks for keeping watch.” Tucker said to Mr. Grey as Jazz and Sam got Danny into the GAV.

 

“Of course.” He said, reaching out to shake his hand. Valerie was in the air, on her board, head on a swivel and weapon in hand.

 

“Once we leave, head towards Town Hall. They'll probably need you more than the high school – I should be able to break the communications blackout by the time you get there. Do you now the Justice League's emergency number?” Tucker asked.

 

“Yeah, memorized it once I realized all the outside calls were getting tapped. You got the meta clinic in Indianapolis' address?”

 

“Yeah.” Tucker said and that was it. Valerie came down to pull her father up onto her board and Tucker got into the GAV.

 

He buckled himself in and reached for his laptop. It was time to break through a firewall.