Welcome to day 3 of piades' YJ/DP Ficathon!

Thanks so much for the comments and encouragement, everyone. As always, I will be linking to a strawpoll which you can vote on at my tumblr (piades), or you can review here to let me know which story you'd like to see continued in the next round. And if you have any thoughts about these stories or prompts, I'd love to hear them!

round 1 - day 3/16 - story A (a twinfic)

Danny let himself slide down the brick wall, gasping for breath. Fighting humans was hard. They were so breakable. He'd… well, he'd tied up the thieves with the tape from the convenience store they were trying to rob, because he wasn't sure what else to do with them.

He… didn't fight humans. Not ones that weren't named Vlad Masters, anyway. Perhaps he'd let his Wallmart Robin costume go to his head.

He thunked his head against the corner store behind him and let go of his ghost form, chuck. In a flash, he was back to human form and he was in a puddle of ill-fitting black and red cloth. He really ought to get back to the party, but he was feeling tired. He decided to wait a minute until his head stopped pounding.

He got out his phone and opened his conversation with Sam. He was fine, he'd be with them soon. He hit send. Then the world tilted sideways and wow he was really tired and a nap just here seemed right—

Danny woke up to see bars right in front of him. He sat up, scrambled back, and his head hit yet more guys. His mind listed off a grim list of suspects — Vlad? Skulker? The Guys In White?— The bars didn't look like they were ghost-proof, thankfully, and he could hear voices nearby.

His hand hurt. He looked down at his right hand, and for a moment he didn't understand. His hand was the wrong shape. There was something missing from his hand! He pulled it close and felt a deep throb run up his entire arm and through his whole body. A gasp caught in his throat, and he gagged. A while ran out of his mouth and it tasted like bile.

"How's our little Robin?" cooed one of the voices.

"It's Danny," Danny tried to spit, but he wasn't sure he'd made any noise at all.

"Are you sure this is the one?" asked another, dubiously.

"Yeah, I've seen him in Gotham plenty of times."

"I'm just sayin', he'd have to be a meta to produce that kind of destruction. That wall had cracks in it," said the second voice.

"Nah, that kid's got a belt full of tricks," said the second. Lollies, Danny's brain protested. He'd been trick-or-treating with Dani. It was full of Lollies. Second said something more, but Nausea attacked Danny and he missed it.

"We're gonna die," moaned First.

Danny tried to pull his scrambled brain cells back together. They'd cut off his finger. He had to show them he wasn't this Robin — him, Robin? They'd cut off his finger. Like Batman-Robin? — and pulled off the mask.

"You freaks, I'm Danny," he gasped. "Clothes- Wallmart!"

The two thugs' eyes went huge and round. Hope filled Danny's chest. Had they just realised their mistake?

"Wait—Robin is Wayne's circus brat?"

round 1 - day 3/16 - story B (A Ghostly Secrets AU)

So, let's say that you want to make the most epic Halloween prank ever.

Let's say you know a guy who knows a guy who fights ghosts.

Let's say that it's 6.43pm on October 31st, and you've just paged a ghost warning over the intercom.

You'd be Marvin White.

B-B-B-B-B

The intercom phone slid back onto the hook with a click. Marvin looked around the room. Everyone was looking down concerned at their phones. Perfect. Most of them would be looking at images Tuck had sent him with a "I'm gonna die. But I'm gonna have fun dying. Let me assist."

So now it was time to sneak out. Marvin slipped out the door, took the thermos out of his shirt, and paused. Ohgod. He was going to do this. Tuck claimed they were mostly harmless ghosts — one called Boxy, one called Klemper, and a couple of things called ectopuses.

Ah well. He should let them go before he lost his nerve. He pressed the release button on the thermos. The top popped with a little click and then green light spilled forth from it. And then — there they were. Four creatures, utterly alien. More alien than aliens.

They seemed to take up the entire space in front of the hall. Really, it was a large courtyard, but it didn't seem big enough to contain the blue-skinned, floating guy in overalls, or the green-skinned, pink-clad troll, or the two unreal octopuses.

So that's an ectopus. Huh.

Marvin opened his mouth and screamed. It poured through him. Oh fuck. Someone save him. He threw open the door, ran inside, horror pounding in his chest.

"G—" he spluttered. "GHOSTS!"

It was pandemonium. People ran back into the back of the hall as the ghosts approached. Marvin ran with them, losing himself in the crowd only to trip over someone's foot. He lost his balance and fell to the floor with a thump. Pain shot up his elbow as someone stood on it.

Ohfuckastampede

"Everyone! Remain calm!" an adult voice bellowed. No-one listened.