Author's Note: I've been reading and seeing a lot of DPxDC stories and ideas lately, and after a while I started having ideas of my own. One of which was 'If the Ghost Zone/Infinite Realms connects to all realities, why limit things to just two?'. From there I just kind of went overboard and came up with a few mass crossover ideas of various levels of Crack and ended up actually writing out this one.

Keep an eye on those character and relationship tags because I honestly have no idea how many people I am throwing into this story!


As far as being woken up in the morning went, having someone blow into his ear was far from the worst thing Danny had experienced.

Groaning into his pillow Danny tried to shift away from the offending breath pulling him from his comfortable slumber. The culprit just giggled from her place lying across his back and softly blew into his ear again. Danny groaned again, realizing that he wasn't going to be able to escape his morning tormentor before he was well and truly awake. "Damn it," he grumbled under his breath, pushing himself up to dislodge the weight on his back and flip himself over.

His tormentor's smirk was revealed to Danny as he adjusted his position, "If you didn't want me to wake you up," Lisanna teased, "you should learn to go to bed earlier so I wouldn't have to."

Danny huffed, forcing himself up into a sitting position so he was chest-to-chest with the white-haired beauty. "So I can either have good habits," he started, wrapping his arms around her waist, "and wake up without you. Or I can stay up later," he gave the girl a quick kiss on her lips, "and wake up to you laying on top of me?" He kissed her again, slower and deeper than before, pulling her naked body tightly against his bare chest as their tongues began to lazily press and twirl together.

Before things could go any further Lisanna pushed against Danny's shoulders, forcing them apart and breaking the kiss. "I like to think of it as you can either wake up with me on top of you," she shot back breathlessly, "or you can spend some time on top of me in the morning. You're expected in the training yard soon, and it would be rude to make Ser Barristan wait for us to finish having sex."

Danny fell back against his mattress with a loud groan of discontent. He knew that she was right of course. Sure the Lord Commander had never outwardly complained about Danny being late before, but that didn't mean the older man's disappointment wasn't obvious whenever Danny neglected his lessons and expected duties. Danny's father, King Robert, had let his strength and mind fade as he drowned himself in women and wine, and Danny's brother Joffery suffered the same shortcomings as their mother with intelligence being dwarfed by pride and ego. As a result, Barristan, for lack of better options, had begun to place his hope and expectations onto Danny as the saving grace of the royal family.

Lisanna ignored his sound of displeasure and dismounted from her spot straddling Danny's lap. "Whining won't change anything! Now get going!" She ordered, her voice sweet and cheerful and her nude hips swaying in a manner that Danny was hard-pressed to see as anything other than delicious. "I promise we can have fun later. I'll even help you wash up before breakfast and you go to your studies with that gross asshole calling himself the Grand Maester."

The prince threw off his bed covers and stood up with a huff. "Fine," he sighed, "but can you at least bring some food here when you come to wash up with me so we can spend more time together?"

Lisanna shook her head without turning around to face him, instead focusing on tying the side of her panties on her hip. "You should eat with your family," she scolded, "you don't spend nearly enough time with Marcilla and Tommen, and someone needs to act as a buffer between your father and Joffery."

Her explanation just made Danny snort, reaching around the woman to grab his own clothes from his wardrobe. "Marcilla wants less and less to do with me and our father the more she listens to those stories about idealized nobles. And I'm pretty sure Tommen likes you more than me at this point." He sighed as he tied the strings of his under trousers, "Besides, it's not like dear old dad likes me much more than Joffery anyways."

"He likes you plenty," Lisanna disagreed, her voice briefly muffled from her shirt being pulled over her head, "he just doesn't like the fact that you keep bringing me into the castle where he can see me."

Danny grunted at that, knowing she was right. His father liked that he had skill and interest in martial pursuits and that he wasn't as tightly wound, propper, and snobbish as so many other nobles tended to be. Robert just didn't like that Danny kept bringing 'white-haired dragon shits' into the Red Keep. Even more than fifteen years after overthrowing the Targaryens the king's hatred of anyone and everyone who shared their blood or had Valyrian ancestry had not lessened in the least. Though to be fair, Danny really only had himself to blame for the ever-present tension between him and his father. He had known before choosing to send a shard of his power and consciousness to this world that Robert Baratheon hated people with white or silver hair on principle and had still decided to exclusively bring along companions with that rare trait.

"...Fine," he finally relented with an overblown sigh, "I'll eat with my family today."

Lisanna giggled at his over-the-top tone and pulled him down to give him a small kiss on his cheek. "Don't be so dramatic. Spending some time with your family won't kill you, and you'll be spending plenty of time with me and the others tonight at the tavern."

Danny gave a small pout and a nod, accepting his paramour's words of comfort and encouragement. His pout remained on his face however while the two finished getting dressed and went their separate ways with Lisanna entering one of the Red Keep's many secret passages to make her way to the Red Keep's Godswood to feed the birds and cats that made their home in the walled-in glorified garden while Danny himself made his way through the castle's more official passages towards the training yard.

Due to the early hour, far too early if you asked Danny, the only people Danny saw on his way to the yard were guards finishing their nighttime patrols, each of which gave him a short nod as they passed him on their ways to their beds. As a result the first burst or noise that the prince was subjected to after Lisanna's sweet words was the loud clanging of steel against steel, the thunking of wooden shields being used to block strong swings and bash against the armor of knights, and the loud grunts of excursion that came with intense physical effort. If he wasn't fully awake and alert before, he was now.

"My Prince!" An older, strong voice called out, pulling Danny's attention away from the sight of one guard somehow tripping over his own feet.

"Sir Barristan," Danny greeted with a small smile and shallow bow of respect. The Lord Commander of the Kingsguard was one of the few people in the entirety of the Crownlands that Danny truly respected for their skill and dedication for their duty and position. Even with his clearly advancing age the knight was still one of the greatest swordsmen in not only the Seven Kingdoms but the entirety of the known world. Loyal and steadfast, the Lord Commander had been Danny's primary instructor in all things relating to combat and the principles of the knightly codes of conduct, not knowing that Danny had been training in the arts of war and had already been knighted before he was even born into this world. "How much longer does this group have?"

"They are on their last rounds," Sir Barristan informed him. "I suggest you get your equipment and take the time to prepare yourself while they finish. We will be working on shield-based combat today."

Translation, Danny would have to do his best to both defend himself from and beat a bunch of guardsmen using nothing but a shield. "Understood," Danny said with a firm nod before jogging off towards the training field's armory to get his padded and weighted practice armor. Armor that he had specially commissioned to be as heavy as possible to act as an explanation for the physical capabilities granted to him as a shard of the Ghost King.

The memory of Joffery, who only came out to the training yards once a week at most, once failing to even pick up Danny's armor still made the prince chuckle in amusement.

By the time he had tightened the last straps of his kit and made his way back to the field the men who had been part of the earlier training slot were making their way to the equipment storage, more than a few of them looking like they were about to keel over in exhaustion. And yet every one of them didn't fail to acknowledge their prince, their actions ranging from simple nods all the way to the men stopping in their tired marching to give him a proper salute or bow. It was their ways of showing him respect for his station Danny knew, but it still nearly made him wince when the knights among the group he actually recognized and knew the names of did so. Stuff like that was part of the reason he brought so many of his girls along to live in this world. Having people bow down and defer to him had its advantages sure, but it could also be very, very isolating.

He knew that most nobles made friends with others of similar standing or with young squires and the children of some higher-ranking staff during their younger years, but Danny never did. Not because he didn't want to, but because between his mother's glares and brother's sneers it was damn near impossible to find anyone willing enough to risk potentially upsetting a member of the royal family to spend any real amount of time in their presence. As a result, despite the fact that he knew these men, had trained with and hunted and in some cases even ate with them, he didn't have any friends among them. All he saw in their eyes was dull, detached, obligatory respect or, even worse, fear.

Ancients he wished he was back in bed with Lisanna, or at least out training with one of his girls. He hated it when people looked at him like this.

Look at him with anger or hatred, jealousy or envy, disgust or disappointment and he would accept it without the slightest bit of disgruntlement or offense. He had dealt with those looks for years both before and after he became Phantom. But to look at him in fear? That was something else entirely.

"My prince," Sir Barristan's voice cut through Danny's growing melancholy, snapping him back to reality. "We have some new recruits with us today," the aged knight nodded to four guards that couldn't have been much older than Danny himself, "so if it is acceptable to you we will be combining your training this morning with their own." The Kingsguard waited for Danny's nod before continuing, "You are to block their swords and spears with your shield and attempt to disarm them or knock them to the ground. Whilst you do so they will be doing their utmost to land a solid blow past your guard or send you to the ground."

Hefting his large heater shield Danny gave another nod to show he understood. His eyes were already locked on the four recruits, waiting for them to prepare themselves.

Unfortunately, the four other men would showcase themselves to be less than impressive. When Sir Barristan said they were new Danny had thought he meant to the castle guard. Most of the people who guarded the Red Keep had spent at least a year or three in the city watch or on the outer walls after all, and more than a few had spent time as hedge knights or were second or third sons of middling or minor lords who had earned knighthood across the Southern Kingdoms, but it seemed these four were new to the practice of even using a weapon. Bad stances that would limit speed and momentum, guards held too low, all marks of someone who was unfamiliar with or was at best untrained with the armaments in their possession.

Danny sighed. This was going to be a very disappointing workout.


Author's Note: A slow start with some very basic lore being filled out to set the scene. I don't know when things will pick up but I'll try and keep things interesting!