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The Price Of Peace by JoyLess_NightSky
Fandoms: Justice League - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types, Danny Phantom
11 Jan 2026
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The Juistria League - the alliance of the major countries of the continent Juisitria - has long since stood for peace.
Unfortunately there is one country that is a thorn in their side whenever they try to solidify that peace: The Infinite Lands, a country of barbarians to the north where the only reason they survive is the magic in the air. Where the magic is so strong that even children develop a talent, which they themselves call "the blessings of the dragons".
The country that, last time the Juistria League had tried to negotiate, had waged a war more brutal then anything seen before on them, for over a decade - right until the moment a rebellion caged him. Not long ago, his murderer took the title.
And now, that very same newly crowned High Chief demands negotiations of them.
Bruce would rather die, would rather see Gotham and all of Juistria in flames than to allow that man to take one of his children. Tim, however, makes another decision before he could say that. Now, everyone has to hope Phantom will be happy with the boy…
Meanwhile Danny is just too stunned that they actually agreed to that to do anything about the sudden engagement.
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- Part 25 of Danny Phantom and the DC universe
- Part 2 of If It Brought You Peace, I'd Sell Even My Soul
- Part 2 of Fantasy Crossover AUs
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09 Jan 2024
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Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne was kidnapped from his office one gloomy Wednesday morning by none other than the Red Hood, an action apparently carried out in order to, quote, "thwart an assassination attempt, Timerella, so shut the fuck up before I carry out the hit for them."
Somehow, this situation and the associated threat to his life, his dignity, and the cortisol levels of Wayne Enterprises' PR team quickly became the least of Tim's concerns. By Wednesday noon the forced bonding exercise with his sort-of-estranged sort-of-brother had evolved into inadvertent dimensional travel.
And there was something very, very wrong with this Gotham.
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- Part 1 of ONE BIRD, TWO BIRDS, RED BIRD, DEAD BIRD
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08 Apr 2024
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Tim's never seen one before, usually cooped up in his house with a servant coming by his home once a week to drop off supplies that'll keep him well fed until the next week. But he has read books, and sometimes, he imagines himself encountering one and fighting them with blades, like brave knights do to earn their glory.
A dragon bleeds out on the floors of his home, and all he has is a book, and no sword.
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The Kingdom Of Gotham is often riddled with creatures good and bad, mostly bad. The dragons that pass over Gotham, harass the Gothamites, and pollute the air with smoke and smog are no exception, and one knows better than to confront one unless you are a hunter.
Except one night, when a dragon crashes into the home of one Timothy Drake, everything changes.
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25 Feb 2024
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There are no children left in Gotham.
Not until the multiverse spits one out right in front of Batman, at least.
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The shape moves like an oil slick, all serpentine grace as it lightly pushes off from the building it's perched on, big wings tucking in close and body twisting like a cat’s to land on feet and wing-hands on the street below, facing Jason. For one moment they’re eye-to-electric-blue-eye- and then the wyvern pushes up and snaps its wings open again with a sound like a thunderclap. It leaps into the air, beating its wings once, twice, already above the rooftops and gaining altitude fast.
“Wait,” Jason croaks, then yells “wait,” but the wyvern is gone, wingbeats muffled by distance, blue flickers of static trailing through the air from its wingtips and tail. Jason stares up after it and aches to spread his own wings and follow it into the sky.