In Time We Trust

by SIRDUCK__o7

Summary:

Danny hasn’t been human for a long time. He doesn’t remember the language nor how to be human.

For as long as he could remember he’s been The King of All Afterlives, ruling with his father; Chronos-whom he freed after he found out the God was Astral Projecting in order to be with Danny.

Of Course he listens to Clockwork! He may HAVE been a horrible father to some Greek Gods, but Danny’s different…He thinks..

He thinks humans are disgusting with their meaty skin and ugly bones, but there’s this one..This one man he finds handsome.. Could this be Romance..?

Chapter 1: Origins

Summary:

The origins of King Phantom
The son of Kronos (or Chronos whichever one)

 Danny Phantom could hardly remember what he was before he was King.

He remembers eating the tyrant’s soul. 

 He remembers floating in his endless green void, which wasn’t really a void for it had doors, islands and stars to cover the fabric of the realm.

  He stretches his limbs, counting them as he pulled on each one.

 one.

His bones..No they weren’t really bones were they? His spindly limbs were sharp and too long for a human’s..What was a human again…?

two.

He stretched longer, he could remember taking up space. He remembers controlling what it means to be Space. He remembers Time. He remembers his father.

three.

Black goo melted out of the cracking limbs, Phantom groaned, it made a loud rumbling almost like a mountain tumbling to the ground, the world crashing below it. His voice, and could it be called a voice anymore, was crackling as if he was a radio.

four.

His appendages were larger than life, and their color changed, the first two were a pure black with toxic almost cartoon green, while the third and fourth appeared to be a deep gray with hints of blue. A large crown rested on his singular eye. His crown seemed to meld into the black flowing fabric that was his body, it looked like a giant armor piece rested on the harder fabric of its body, a pure Lazarus green eye with blue sparkles echoed in it, the singular eye was larger than life and appeared to be the size of five large watermelons, the eye seemed to hold the mysterious universe itself. Upon this armored eye floated green glaring ice, some Icey blue radiated off it, it spun violently, giving off constant light to the surround area. It paused for just a second.

five.

six.

seven.

eight.

It cackled, rumbling the entire void, he knew one thing- go see father.

 

---

 Danny knew he shouldn’t have messed with his parents’ lab equipment. And he definitely shouldn’t have gone into the portal. He shouldn’t have listened to his friends. He shouldn’t have even been here. But Sam looked so happy when he stepped into the portal, letting her take a few pictures while he scoured the insides of the tangled area, his brain blue-screened as a wire slapped against his foot and he tripped, falling to the ground, his hand spilled out trying to catch itself. Only to land on a Red ‘on’ button.

 

---

 He looked around, his home  wasn’t home really was it? Jazz wasn’t his sister(really Danny? She may be half your blood but does that make her any less of your sister..?)

 His room was filled with gray painted walls, glow in the dark sticky stars were plastered on his ceiling, his bed was hard and shook with even the most small of motions, posters of astronauts and space and his favorite band; Dumpty Humpty, echoed across his bare colored walls, he really didn’t want to paint it. Didn’t want it to feel home.

 He hadn’t trusted his family The Fentons all that much anymore, he stopped when he first had the accident..They cared about him, he was sure, but he knew the only reason he survived was because he just wasn’t human anymore… He was something different.….. 

..and he supposed he had always been different..

Maddie’s face remained in his eyes as she told him about how much she hated ghosts and how sick they are, how they needed to be cured and that the only way for them to be cured was for them to study them and the kill them; they believed, as had Danny until the very last moment, that ghosts were unfeeling and only a reminder of their past selves..If they even once were human.

---

 Danny had been on the cusp of fourteen when he met Clockwork, and he was almost fifteen when he realized who Clockwork truly was in his old life before being a Ghost. Could he really be a Ghost..If he was first a God? Kronos, or Chronos, Danny mused to himself, He knew all the mythology, or well the select stories he chose to read. He knew that the man, and really could he be defined in the gender norms of humanity(?), had eaten his children and then was stricken down by Zeus.

He knew the God was supposed to be a horrible person.

 But, he couldn’t be. 

 He was nice to Danny.

 He understood the young boy.

They baked cookies every Tuesday when he couldn’t be bothered with homework.

 The God even helped with some of the equations when Danny was nervous and couldn’t think.

He was there for Him when no one else was.

 He decided the God was better than any parent he ever had, he knew he shared a special relationship with the man so he couldn’t be surprised when the Ghost of a God told him the truth.

---

 “Are you sure you’re ready to see this young Daniel?”

  Danny giggled, it was a soft noise,” I’m ready, and please it’s Danny,” he whined,” D-A-N-“

 “Yes I know how to spell, Daniel.”

Danny scoffed at the man,” okay do the thing then! I want to see your past and future,” he exclaimed excitedly.

 “No future for you, we shall not mess with the space time continuum,” Clockwork spoke feverishly, his form quickly shifting to a younger man, he tapped his staff,” Time out,” and Danny knew he could move. He still had the Time medallion that Dan shoved in his chest, the one thing he could never really touch, no matter how much he literally reached inside himself. 
 
  Danny rubbed his arms together in a nervous bout,” what if I see something you don’t want me to see?” He whispered, looking timidly up at the Ghost he considered father.

  Clockwork gave him an All-Knowing smile,” you will see what’s meant to be seen, young Daniel.”

 Danny nodded, his eyes closing tightly as Clockwork touched the tip of his staff to Danny’s temple.

 Pictures flashed across his mind, Clock-Kronos’ pale blue skin, that quite reminded Danny of his ghost’s form’s skin color, and the God’s dark eyes. 

 He saw the clouds and the mountains. He felt the God’s pain and anguish when he found out his children would strike him down. 

 He saw the hunger for power in the larger than life God and he saw the love he had for his wife. 

 He saw the love he had for the Earth.

 He saw the love the God had for the stars. The planets. The solar system. And the speckles of life in the stars.

 He sees Kronos’ downfall and he sees the man’s children.  Their skin were very different from each other and he saw how Hades looked the most like Kronos.

 He saw the terror and angst in the Children of Kronos.

 He saw the Titans in the crust of Mother Earth.

 He felt her pain.

 And most of all; he felt Kronos’ very sprit. He felt the God’s worries and hopes. He saw his fears and his soul. He felt the World dragging him down to Tartarus. He felt the anger behind the God’s eyes.

 He saw whenever Hades would visit his Father in times of upmost suffering, or when he drank too much, and he saw their messy lives and the time streams. He saw the pain Hades went through.

 And he saw the God’s wife, Persephone, Danny knew she was a beauty, but he couldn’t figure out if that was his view and thoughts or if it was Clockwork’s Kronos’.

 He saw the love The God had for Danny. He saw the love the man had for him.

 And he saw him with Maddie..?

He didn’t see what they did and only the aftermath, the God left her but not before blessing her with a child, he knew they conversed, but he could only feel feelings from the man.

 He felt the love the God had. Not for Maddie, but for his son.

 Danny was his son.

  He saw the worry in his eyes when he felt the death of the boy. And he felt the pain of revival, not from Kronos, but from the boy.

---

  Danny smiled softly,” I can’t believe your my dad!”

 “Yes, I am,” Kronos mused quite happily.

 “That’s great, now I can hang out with you forever,” Danny exclaimed powerfully, a grin escaping onto his face,” a-and-“

 “You can’t be around me forever young Daniel.”

 “Why not?”

 Kronos frowned,” You are not fully dead, my son,” he paused, his form shifting into a young child,” be aware, you are destined for great things,” the God smiled, his earlier mood stricken down and gone from his face, Danny smiled back, his green eyes crinkling at the edges. 

 “So if I die I can be with you forever?” The boy’s eyes twinkled brightly, his toxic neon green filtered through the ClockTower.

 “Do not worry son, your time will come some day,” he left out when. His face was strained,” now go, you have been in the Infinite Realms for far too long.”

 Danny nodded silently, waving happily towards the man, his legs moving together and shifting into a long thick black tail as he sped off from the Tower, Clockwork smiled a knowing expression.

---

 Danny was fifteen when he fought a God. When he fought a Man-Made God, which was to say it was people’s rumors and myths that he become such a God. Pariah Dark was his name, he was the God of Anger and Conquests.

 And yet Danny defeated him, as only a Demi-God Ghost. Would that mean he was Half-a-God and Half-a-Ghost? Did they cancel out his human half..? was he really ever human..?

 His point was proven that he wasn’t truly ever human when he defeated the old God. 

 Even if he only truly could defeat him with the help of the Ecto-Suit that his parents the Fenton’s created. He frowned, his hand hissing inside the God’s insides, he hadn’t meant to grab his core. He hadn’t meant to get hungry.

 He hadn’t meant to eat the God’s very being. 
 
 He didn’t know what the hunger was.

 It controlled him until he awoke with green ectoplasm, blood, of the God inside his insides and down his stomach, slowly eating it as if his stomach had sharper teeth than he himself did. Green was smeared all over his face, and he came to with Pariah’s large buff arm being teared apart by Danny’s newly sharpened teeth. He always thought Ghosts disappeared after you took out their Core. But, maybe because this Ghost was a God maybe that was what stopped the old tyrant from disappearing.

 He couldn’t stop himself, even while conscious, he just couldn’t stop himself from chomping into the God’s arm over and over again until he hit something hard like a bone, his green eyes widened-he had drilled and eaten all of the arm before reaching a bone, one that Pariah shouldn’t have had.

 He moved on to the other limbs, crying gruesomely as he couldn’t help himself by stuffing his mouth full of a chunk of Ghostly flesh…He hated how wonderful it made him feel..He hated how much he loved the taste of the man’s flesh.  He hated how he started to relish in the meat. 

 It tasted as how he suspected the best meat in the world tasted.

 He hated it…

 He loved it even more.. 

 chrunching brought him back to the real world, he noticed the entire body was gone and toxic green was everywhere.

On his clawed hands.

On his sharp teeth.

On the lips of his mouth.

On the cold hard tiled floor.

On the cobblestone walls.

On his hazmat suit.

On his very soul.

 His mind was brought back by the soft clinking of a sharply cut glass core that clinked and clunked everytime it moved. 

 Danny’s mouth watered.

 He couldn’t help it truly. The Core, and that’s what Danny assumed it was, fit perfectly inside the Danny’s mouth. His teeth growing larger and sharper and thicker as he bit down and down on the glass.

 The crunches of it willed Danny on more.

 The screams that echoed from the core shook his whole being, yet he felt better than ever when he finished his meal.

 He hated himself…

 was he ever truly..Himself…?

---

 Danny Phantom would’ve frowned if he really had a throat or a mouth. The closest thing he could’ve gotten to that was his eye-it opened up vertically and sharp teeth produced a whispering sound. He doesn’t know himself.

 He doesn’t understand how he got to the ClockTower. How he got to Clockwork. Kronos. his father. Because to Phantom none of the God’s titles mattered to him. He was just happy to be with the God.

 So he found himself pushing through the opened doorway, which was thankfully wide enough for him, as he hasn’t fully controlled himself..Yet..

  His father’s voice rang through his very being and smiled in its nonstop echoing,” How is my King doing?” He asked politely. Danny Phantom gave a quick tilt of his fabric covered face. He knew the fabric held the seams of his being together, or else his smoke like body would cover the Infinite Realms with a sickly black galaxy void that, and the God isn’t sure how he knows this; consumes not only light but also souls. His crown held together the fabrication of his body. His eye squinted slightly.

  The voice the boy, was he truly a child anymore(?), spoke scared him, it wasn’t his voice. It wasn’t that soft and nonchalant noise. It was a rumble of mountains and static noise from radios,” King..?”

Kronos nodded,” yes I’m afraid you are now The King of The Infinite Realms,” Kronos replied answering the young God, yet he didn’t seem too sorry or upset about his son becoming his King.

 Phantom just felt like his very body was sand and yet it felt like a very thick all-consuming gas. It weighed down on him. Crushing him. Yet, no matter  how bad he felt he couldn’t deny that he felt freedom for the first time in his life.

 “Not…K..I..N..G,”  Phantom whined, his very being struggling to form the words. Kronos’ form transformed into an old man’s. 

 “Ah, but you are. My son, You are now the Ghost King.”

 Phantom shook his head, or what he assumed his head was. His large spindly limbs crushing in on each other and cracking and crying could be heard as the limbs grew smaller and the fabric consumed the limbs into itself.

  His voice was crumbling and sounded like rushing water etching it’s bones into the world’s very being,” H..Help..M..E?” he whined to his father, Kronos looked at the young God strangely, then his face lit up, his body reverting into a child’s.

 “Daniel,” Phantom whined,” you trust me correct?”

  Phantom’s rumbles answered the older God’s question. Clockwork nodded silently, a smile gracing his pale blue features.

 “Good,” Clockwork paused, his hands gripping harder onto his staff,” you see I am not here.”

 “ W..wrong.”

“No my young King I swear it to you,” Kronos frowned,” I am in Tartarus, or well my body is,” he continued,” it would make me ever so happy if you could bring me back my body..I could help you with your kingly duties if I had my physical form.” 

 “H..help..You..?” He seemed to get the hand of speaking, even if his mouth was vertical and, if he dare say so himself, slimy. It he inside of his mouth felt wetter than usual..What was his usual, he grumbled. Tilting his body to imitate something akin to a dog tilting its head.

 Clockwork nodded,” yes, I can open a time window for you,” he paused as if trying to make the deal more interesting for the young God,” but my son, you will have to fight your way through it.”

 Phantom whined and plopped down near Clockwork’s feet.

 “Ah yes I see,” he frowned,” how about this- I need my body so that I can help you,” he smiled at the young God,” and then I I mean YOU can be King and I’ll be your advisor.”

 Phantom seemed to like that and large limbs produced from the fabric of his body.

One. 

 Then Two.

 Then three.

 Then Four.

His body looked like a fabricated and winding Wyrm. Complete with a wispy ghostly tail.

 The singular eye of Phantom blinked at his father as if to say it will be done.

---

  Phantom’s large body slumped from a small window in front of Tartarus.

 “Father,” Phantom whispered, yet it didn’t seem to work as it bounced off the gravely walls around the prison. He faced his Father’s blue body.

  Clockwork’s Kronos’ voice rang through the prison and through Phantom’s very being . His very soul,” ah, The King.”

 Phantom nodded,” I am Here for,”  he tapped a singular claw against the cobblestone flooring,”you. My father.”

Kronos nodded, a happy smile faced on his lips,” I can see that, son,” he tapped the same pattern the young God did,” now get me out!” 

 His voice bounced the walls, it was a deadly tone that Phantom would later think to say it sounded angry or perhaps, his brain whispered, he was excited to leave with his son.

---

 Hades had heard something from Tartarus, he had heard the booming voice of his father, whom he greatly disliked. Yet he couldn’t quite make out what he was saying, until it was quiet. 

 Which was how Hades came running and moving down to Tartarus to catch who, or what, was talking to his father.

 He made it down there.

 And he regretted not going sooner.

 He stepped closer to his father’s prison and noticed something green sticking onto the cold ground that his slightly heeled boots clacked on.

 A green, dare he say, sticky note rested where his father once was;

Went Out.

Won’t be back.

 

Hades grimaced, his face shaping into a deadly expression as he read the green note.

Chapter 2: EX Problems(oh and of course the Summoning)

Summary:

Justice League summons King Phantom!!
World ending threat ended(or almost ended-it’s gonna be next chapter)what’s worse than that? The PRICE!
—-

“I want you to come with me,” another tap to the shorter’s chest.

“Woah! Buy me dinner first!”

”Deal.”

Notes:

Yeah so I held a tumblr poll for this and now I will be putting most of my time and effort into this fanfic instead of the others JUST UNTIL I get my bearings with all four works-expect this to have longer updates and more chapters for the foreseeable future!

Phantom didn’t know how long time had passed in his realms. He could’ve sworn it was only three years after…after..well he didn’t know long it was until he came to his father’s clocktower just to check in on the lonely God , who was so far being absolutely wonderful at being his advisor and dealing with the Observors when they agitated him or tried to suggest something horrible; well Clockwork said it was terrible.

 He says that almost all life forms have purposes in life and that they should be kept alive.

 He honestly didn’t know if that meant true or Clockwork just watched others’ lives like soap operas.

 Phantom was a bit more shyer when watching the embarrassing parts of others’ life. He almost crawled out of the tower, his body lowered impossibly to the cold hard floor of the tower, to get away from an embarrassing moment in someone’s life.

 What was said embarrassment?

 A young boy naming his vigilante name after a restaurant; Red Robin.

  Now Phantom can’t remember most of what he was before King, but he knew a few choice things and names. Things that would help him if he ever found himself stranded in other dimensions. 

 Like how he knew what the color green was; obviously he couldn’t see the best with only one eye and his color senses weren’t the best, but he swiftly(not so swiftly as he would’ve liked when he first visited a dimension for a quick pop in to fix some ecto-leaks and people started screaming bloody murder at him. Safe to say he is now a myth and legend in some dimensions..) had discovered a new form that he raised from his very being when he wanted to try to blend in.

 

 Or how he knew how gross humans are, seriously their calcium rods are just covered in oozing and moving meat? Gross, and their skin- don’t get him started on how leathery it felt to him. Though he did have to say a few humans were quite nice looking, even if they ran from him whenever he asked for a date. 

 Phantom lowered his head, or what he supposes is his head as it holds his one eye, there was someone. 

For one time in his life he found a young Martian boy whom he fell very much in love with. He was the most beautiful being he had ever encountered on his travels. So when he met the young Martian, who’s eyes sparkled at the figure of him and offered a Martian rock, Phantom couldn’t help but fall madly in love with the young male, Phantom loved him for as long as he possibly could.

 Then the Martian was gone one day when he traveled to Mars for a quick visit to his lover friend, he found the entire planet was scorched and burned. He had cried for seven weeks and had pushed aside paperwork for even longer.

 He no longer kept track of meager things such as love or affection, everyone became his when they died. And he supposed that his lover friend could’ve been in The Infinite Realms, but the more he looked and the less he found the angrier he got.

 He ended up going in a blind rage and devouring a few stars to calm down, no doubt throwing a Space balance off. 

 At least it wasn’t Realm inhabitants or worse other creatures that couldn’t handle their souls being crushed up and chewed until he grew bored of it and spit out their soul like a gross gumdrop, or for the ones that didn’t so easily disappear inside their self, he broke apart their bodies and ate them. 

 Very rarely did he fall in these ruts of anger and distress.

 And always his father was there.

 His daughter, Danielle, was also there when she wasn’t traveling.

 And his brother, an alternate future version of him, was right by his side preventing him(more like others) from harm. 

---

   “Dan-“

 “Phantom,” came the king’s dark voice, the fabric of his body seemed to compress onto itself until it completely fell to the ground looking empty.

 The dark fabric was slime-like and seemed to jiggle and squirm before it slurped into a humanoid like body.

 The outfit the creature wore was a black leather jacket with toxic neon green spikes and a white crop-top under it that said ‘It’s not Gay if he’s Dead’ and had a pair of belts that rested firmly on the creature’s hips. Slacks popped out from the sludge, one white and the other was pure void black, and high top spiked boots(again green spikes). What was sludged into existence next was pale blue skin that seemed to glow and two wide black holes that had small pinpricks of neon green that seemed to swirl, and sharp teeth that poked slightly out from under his thin lips, his hair pushed up into a spikey vibrant white that seemed to float aimlessly, black streaks clumped together and his hair seemed to act like a fire.  His figure seemed to buff up like a balloon inflating into a muscular man with nice hips, his two black spiked belts hung snuggly over his hips and his boots were covering some of the bottom half of his calf, yet not looking like it cut off circulation-and Phantom would note his form was conforming to his view on himself.

 “ You sure aren’t,” Dan, his brother as he claimed, voiced his concerns.

 “Dad says it’s King Phantom.”

“I know what Kronos says!” The other male snapped, surprisingly looking up at the now ten foot male, who held the stature of a King and the body of a warrior-which was to say he was muscular  in a way that framed his clothes and accented his framed hips, Phantom towered over his old future self by several feet( Dan is seven foot tall while Phantom is ten),” Fuck, when’d you get so tall?”

 Phantom let out a gutted scoff,”  Always,”  he tapped a sharpened claw-like finger against the shorter male’s chest. A soft grin peaking across his face, his sharpened teeth were slightly glowing and startlingly white and seemed to slightly poke out from his mouth as if he had too many teeth for his mouth yet they were incredibly straight and seemed to sharpen the more Dan looked at it.

  Dan scoffed,” yah ain’t always been tall asshat, the Fen-“ Phantom gave him a look as if to say that wasn’t a name he knew,” Kronos genes,” Dan looked away,” right. Our Father.”

 Phantom looked pleased,” Father’s genes,” he pointed a clawed finger towards himself, a cheeky grin spread against their features.

  Dan seemed to realize something,” where’s your crown?”

 Phantom gruff shoulders slouched as he pulled a finger on his neck and pulled a tiny white string, one that Dan wouldn’t have seen had the male shown it to him, it snapped, ringing filled the toxic and suffocating air,” h..e..re.”  his form seemed to suck into a vortex and there was his Eldritch Form again. Dan scoffed at the now even taller male, if he could even be throughly defined in humanity’s gender norms. The Eldritch form could change its shape, as if it were fluid for Phantom himself to bend and shape to his will, and it was made clear to Dan that Phantom wanted to be tall. Very Tall.

  “Turn back asshole,” Dan yelled up at the Eldritch child-and that’s truly what he still was. a child. He was a child or well; he’s a child in God and Ghost versions. Human wise he would be in his early twenties, even though time flew faster in The Infinite Realms and Phantom was technically two-hundred in Ghost years and only five in God years. So yeah he was technically pretty young, Dan scoffed, his muscles tightening and he crossed his arms as Phantom compressed onto himself and the fabric of his very being stretched and groaned and twisted into his humanoid form, which as a matter of a fact was not very human passing.

---

  Dan was a Ghost of many things. On one hand he was Phantom. He was Danny. and on another hand he was Vlad.  And then on the tail he is the son of Kronos.

 And so is Phantom.

 Would that make Dan a God? A Demi-God? He really didn’t know. What he did know was that if he was anything  he isn’t now, what with Danny merging with Vlad and since Vlad wasn’t a God(or even a Demi-God) then Dan wasn’t anymore. And yet here Danny stood, no matter if he truly lost himself for the throne years back, Dan’s seen how Danny fell in love with some before. Fell in love with other creatures and fell into disrepair whenever they died in their short lifetimes.

 And Dan supposed that they could’ve came back, as some of their deaths were violent, but hey never did. It was as if Danny had made them so happy in their lives that if they did die they wouldn’t come back.

 Like the Martian boy that Danny unfortunately fell in love with, Dan racked his very being for a name, but he couldn’t really find one, he supposed it wasn’t that important then.

 Why Danny refuses to go by his actual name and just goes by Phantom will always confuse Dan.

---

 Phantom sat upon his throne, it was a throne that had a nice velvet seat cushion and the rest of the throne was a softly tinted green ice that grew jagged and pointed. 

 When it came to the young God’s coronation well the ring and crown changed.

 The crown; The Halo of Time.

The Ring;  The Ring of Hunger.

 

he supposed it worked well enough. Even though it reflected onto Phantom some things he’d like to forget. Like eating Pariah Dark..And crushing his core between his teeth..and tearing the God’s skin from its goopy and slender bones…Or how he couldn’t control the hunger..

  “My Highness,” A darkly fitted knight spoke, his armor clinking and clunking as he drug down a knee to the cold floor in a kneel. 

  Phantom’s dark voice spoke next, the knight shivered under the voice,” rise my Fright Knight.”

Phantom waved him up, his sharp talons were clinking together slightly whenever he would slightly tighten his fist and his claws connected.

 Fright Knight stood, his sword clinking dangerously at his side and it was thankfully put in a leather strap. To be sure he looked quite impressive, he stood(or rather it) at a near balanced eleven feet and three inches, it’s armor was pitch black, that seemed to shine in the right light, a darker helmet stood upon the empty head and vibrant red eyes peaked through the armored skull. His gloves sharpened down at the edges and curved into a more claw-like frame. He stood proudly and straightly, his form showed calm and relaxation, but Phantom knew his knight was never relaxed. Never.

“King Phantom, bearer of Souls, King of All Death, Balance Between Worlds, God of Space and Time, Devourer of Paria-“

 Phantom waved a clawed hand in the air silencing the knight,” that is enough my knight, now I believe we hav-“ The young king was cut off by his skin slowly fading and turning to dust as a harsh pull of a summonings attacked his core. The sand of his core trickled down silently, merging with the rest of his body as he turned to sand. A grueling groan came from the king as the rest of him disappeared. The last thing Phantom could taste and feel from the summonings was disgusting, John Constantine, it was his ex boyfriend. Whom they left on a very bad note.. Fright Knight shook his armored skull and walked carefully towards the throne, stepping beside it and staying perfectly still.

---

 Batman wouldn’t say he hated  John Constantine. He really didn’t hat- actually he hated lots of people. People like Slade or even Ra’s Al Ghul, He hated those people. He hated the ones who hurt his children. And well he couldn’t quite get himself to hate  John Constantine. Sure the magic user was annoying as fuck, but even his own children could get annoying pretty fast(don’t tell them he said that) and he supposed another reason for him to actually hate the man was for him to suggest, mind you in a world ending event, to summon a Greater God to take care of it.

  Now Batman admits, rather only to his children and himself, that he isn’t the best with magical items or magic related things, But even he knew not to summon demons..No Gods, without a sacrifice ready.

 Whether that be blood, sex(no matter how Batman hated to say that some entities really wanted it), or even souls. He knew John Constantine had sold off several of his souls(and unborn first children). Well that agitated Batman very greatly. 
 
 And for the man to say that he needed his second oldest son, well Batman growled a deep and guarded noise, frowned, and then proceeded to glare at the man until he could say the rest of the story.

 “ Well you see Batsy,”  Batman would’ve scoffed at the name, it made his throat itch and his eye twitch, John continued,” I would say that a ‘nother one of this old Godsy’s creatures-“

 If Batman could glare harder he would,” Red Hood is not a creature.”

 “I wasn’t sayin’ he was Batsy-“

 “Shut up.”

 “Make me.”

 Batman decided to ‘make him’. He was right in front of the magic user before he could say ‘boo.’ His armored hands wrapped carefully around the shorter male’s neck and squeezed slightly,” boo.”

 John responded with a flick of his tongue and a groan when his neck was squished tighter,” Go…”he gasped,” ..Ddamn YOu B-“

  The taller, and stronger, male(Batman) frowned and let his fingers glide off the male’s neck and a short twitch of the armored man lips told John that Batman was amused.

 “What happened to yah’ no kill rule?”

 Batman grunted.

 “I see.”

 Another grunt.

 “Yah know I’m thinkin’ this is the most I’ve been able to get yah to speak,” John tottered on his his heeled feet. A soft frown dotted his lips,” ANYWAY,” he scoffed lowly,” this is a powerful God, yah know? god with a capital ‘G’.”

 Batman nodded, one eyebrow raised-not that anyone could see. No matter if they stared hard enough.

 “How do you know of this entity.” It wasn’t a question. John sighed.

 “That’s personal Bats.”

 It was made personal when Jason was added into the game.

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 When Jason got there, in full Red Hood regalia, a scowl under the helmet and a scoff at every turn, and looking everywhere but his father Bruce. Why Constantine wanted him here he did-

 “Yah’re here because you died,” John said straightforwardly, almost as if reading the young lad’s mind. Jason sure hoped the Magic user didn’t have mind reading. 
 

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 It didn’t take long for the ingredients of the summoning to work and fit onto the circle, which John noted that it was the same as always.

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 Green coiled around the summoners; Superman, Batman, Red Hood, and John Constantine(the others were out of commission-except for the Bats.)

 The green was deeply embedded in their nostrils, it smelled faintly of strawberries, chocolate, and death. Batman frowned harder, his gaze turning sharper as the summoning circle turned a color too alike to the Lazarus Pits. He could see out of the corner of his eye that his son felt the same way. However that was short lived when Jason noticed he was looking and swiftly flipped him the bird. He frowned even harder.

 A sharp taloned hand crawled out from the whirling pool of green, a much too familiar green.

 

  The rest of its body shortly popped out, well it was rather tall..

  Truthfully to Bruce the God looked like a punk-rock young adult, he looked slightly older than Jason, but looks can be deceiving.

 “John Constantine,” it spoke, voice booming and the room slightly shook,” I have told you to never summon me again.”

“Come on Big Guy! You don’t reall-“

 ”You told me demons were after you because your mother sold your soul,” It began. John intercepted.

 “Well yes I-I did.”

 “I let you stay in my castle.”

 “I let you into my home.”

  “You left me at the altar,” The punk rock God seemed to get visibly frustrated the more John let him talk,” We were freight mates and-and,” it’s voice cracked slightly, or well it certainly sounded like cracking, the noise of was mix of a rushing river and crashing mountains,” You left me at the altar.”

Jason whistled at the information, slowly sizing up the much taller male, his eyes trailed and traced every etch and detail of his outfit to his hair and eyes.

 The God’s head swiveled towards Jason, slowly stalking towards him, completely stepping over the summoning circle to get closer to the shorter male. Jason couldn’t help but feel a little nervous.

  It’s voice sounded close to a purr,” oh you’re interesting..What are you?”

Jason couldn’t help but answer,” Red Hood,” the voice modulator crackled to life.

 he scoffed,”that isn’t what I asked.”

Jason scoffed and grunted right back at the God.

  The God tapped a clawed finger on the male’s chest, a small toothy grin spread across their skull,” For the price of your summoning, and how much I hate,” he sent a pointed look at John,” some of you, you,” he tapped the clawed finger a small bit more on Jason’s muscular chest.

 “We haven’t told you why we summoned you,” Batman’s voice was clear and calm, yet there was an edge to his voice.

 “I want you to come with me,”  another tap to the shorter’s  chest.

 “Woah! Buy me dinner first!”

” Deal.”

”Wait what,” John’s voice filtered through their conversation.

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Notes:

Ages for this fic((SO FAR)):
Danny Phantom(H:29. Gh:200. Go:5.)-don’t ask how it works, Danny may be technically 29 in human years but because of time travel and shenanigans from his younger age he is 29 while his Ghost form shows his ‘true’ age. Also he’s only been a ‘full’ God for five years so yeah.
Jason Todd( H:21)
John Constantine(H:35)
Bruce Wayne(H:45)

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 1 of My crossovers