Sins
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom, Teen Titans, or anything DC-related. If I did then it wouldn't be as popular as it is.
The story was written & developed by Nightmares Around Winter. The story is based on 'The Forgotten Hero' by TheWhiteTitan.
Beta read by Leaf Ranger
Author's Note: Here's the next chapter, surprised that it came out earlier? Well don't be expecting that to be a coming thing. I just so happened to be stuck with plenty of free time lately due to the weather being a bit flakey. Either way, hope you all enjoy the chapter. Also, I am gonna have to be completely up front about something. Lately I've been getting a lot of people asking me to commission them for artwork of this story, so to settle the matter I figured it will be up front with that sorta thing now; I am not in any position or of interest to order commissions for any of my stories. I lack the funds and, above all else, if I had the funds I don't have any interest. While I am sure there are some really talented artists out there eager to get started on their potential artistic endeavors, I am just not interested. Sorry.
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With that out of the way, thank you for your time. And Take care. Hope you enjoy the chapter.
"Talking"
'Thinking'
"Demonic/other-worldly voices or thoughts"
(Author's Note/Translation)
Chapter 25: Jaws in the Mist
Valerie stood by Danny as he looked at the beautiful small park. His eyes were locked on a black stone monolith in the center, surrounded by a chain. Danny slowly walked toward the stone, as if drawn to it. On the side of the monolith was a plaque with the names of all those lost in the explosion. At the very top were his family's names: "Maddie Fenton, Jack Fenton, Danny Fenton, and Jazmine Fenton. Gone but not forgotten." As he read the phrase aloud, "gone but not forgotten," it seemed to mock him personally. It was only a day before he had to destroy them to end their suffering. They epitomized 'gone'—so much so that not even their souls existed anymore. He scanned the long list of names; many were unfamiliar, but a few stood out. Eventually, he found Sam's and Tucker's names.
Danny looked at the chain surrounding the monolith, then crossed over it and stepped onto the square of grass around the monument. Placing his hand on the cold plaque made him shudder. A deep sense of misery filled him as visions of green light and a crater flooded his mind. A younger version of himself would have flinched, instinctively trying to escape it. Yet, his hand remained on the stone, and no tears came to his eyes.
"I couldn't save you," he said to the stone. "I gave everything I could the first time, but I wasn't expecting it to happen again so soon." He continued, "I am so sorry for it all. Sorry for what I became after all this time. We will never see each other again...I made sure of that, but I hope you have peace now." He rested his head against the stone and closed his eyes, wishing them one final farewell. He stepped back, giving the monolith one last look before turning around.
Valerie gave him a small, comforting smile. Danny managed to smile back as he walked over to her, locking arms with her. "Thank you for leading me here, Valerie," he said sincerely.
"You don't need to thank me, Danny," Valerie assured him. "I'm surprised you wanted me to come with you for this." She felt relieved as she saw the empty gloom in his eyes fade.
"Well, I don't think I would have been able to do this alone. I felt that having someone from the old days with me would help. Honestly, I think it was only you who could have helped me with this," he replied.
Valerie's face turned red at his words. "Danny, can I ask you about something?"
"Valerie, you literally just helped me hack the most advanced space station in the solar system, with the most advanced computer available. You can ask me anything," he said with a small smile.
Valerie let out a small laugh that made Danny smile even more. "Well, it's good to see you have some kind of sense of humor," she said, her smile unwavering. "But there is something I want to know: why did you think this was better than just handing it to them?"
Danny was silent for a moment. The obvious answer was that if he went there personally, one mention of Lex Luthor being his uncle would instantly put him under scrutiny. The more personal answer was that he wanted to see Valerie again. After what had happened with the combined consciousness of his family and friends in the Ghost Zone, she was someone who remained untainted by that moment, someone who showed no disdain for Danny Fenton or his family. "I...really wanted to see you," he confessed. "But I also think that if I just came to them directly, they wouldn't either assume I faked it or just disregard me. After all, why would they listen to Luthor's nephew? At least this way, they will have to come to me and judge if I am sincere or not.
Valerie's face flushed. "Is that so? So you just wanted to see an old friend?" she asked, unknowingly tightening her arm around his.
"You're more than an old friend," Danny responded instantly.
Valerie turned to him, her cheeks red as she looked back at him. "Danny...over the past six years, have you been seeing anyone?"
The question put Danny on the spot. Blackfire made it clear that she was fine with him bringing other women into their relationship. Circe also actively encouraged it, while Rose was unsure but agreed to it all the same. Could he be selfish and bring in another girl, especially one he would have to keep a tremendous secret from? An unusual desire bloomed within him as he gazed at her, captivated by the warmth in her turquoise green eyes and her inviting smile. For a moment, his gaze drifted lower, lingering on the inviting peak of her cleavage. He quickly caught himself and looked back at her beautiful face.
"It's complicated," he answered.
Valerie smiled at him. "Yeah? Are you going for the billionaire playboy life?"
"You could say that," Danny replied. "Lex says I have an image to keep up."
"I see," Valerie said as they went towards her apartment, a faint blush creeping into her cheeks as they continued walking.
The atmosphere aboard the Watchtower space station was thick with solemn dread. The broadcast had concluded about an hour ago, and their communication systems were still compromised, cutting them off from other groups worldwide. Though this inconvenience was frustrating, it was far from the worst-case scenario. Technicians and capable heroes were actively scanning the system for irregularities like viruses. All other systems were functioning perfectly: the Zeta tubes, other transports, life support systems, and even the lights were operating normally.
But instead of relief at the prospect of not needing a third station, the images displayed on every station screen ignited fierce discussions, particularly among the founders.
"I will not tolerate this!" Wonder Woman declared, glaring at Superman and Batman. Superman wore a look of remorse while Batman remained his unyielding self.
"Diana, we are not executioners," Batman stated calmly. "We are not judges or a jury. Our purpose is to assist those in need, not take the law into our own hands."
"So we let them leave without facing the consequences of their crimes?!" Diana shot back, her fury palpable. "Are we seriously going to allow such heinous acts to go unpunished?! Ignore the traitors amongst us!?"
Superman responded firmly, "What the Titans did to Danny Phantom was inexcusable; no one denies that. The Titans will be held accountable."
"You're suggesting mere expulsion!" Wonder Woman retorted, her anger rising. "After all we've witnessed?!"
"That is the most severe punishment we can impose!" Superman replied, his voice steady. "We must trust the authorities to do their jobs."
"Trust the authorities? How can we when a government agency committed the worst of it while our people enabled it?" Flash interjected. "Let's face the truth: some of our best and brightest betrayed one of their own and sold him out to become a government guinea pig. The worst part is that we can't even save him—there's nothing left of him to rescue. All we can do now is make this right."
Silence fell over the room as everyone absorbed Flash's words. The tension was broken when Green Lantern entered, his expression grave. The absence of Hawkgirl was glaring; her anguish must be monumental. "What about Kara, Clark?" John finally asked. "She and Danny were close, weren't they?"
Clark met his gaze. "She's devastated," he replied simply. "She wanted to find him all these years. She was beginning to accept that he was gone, but... none of us anticipated something like this."
The room remained quiet for a moment until Batman stood to leave. "Where are you going?" Wonder Woman demanded.
The Dark Knight paused, his expression distant. "They will be bringing Dick here soon... I intend to be the first to see him," he stated firmly as he exited the room.
Once he was gone, John approached Superman. "So, what's our plan regarding the Titans?"
Wonder Woman scoffed at the question, while Flash looked uncertain. Superman took the lead. "Nightwing, Raven, Beast Boy, and Cyborg will be expelled from the Justice League and cut off from all resources."
John's eyes widened. "That's it?!" Anger surged in his voice.
"I'm sorry, John, but that's the best we can do in this situation," Superman replied, remaining composed.
"So we're just going to give them a slap on the wrist like misbehaving children?!" John shouted. "We're letting everything they did slide?! Are we going to ignore the very purpose of why we formed the Justice League? Where is the justice in this?!"
"I know!" Clark snapped, "I know. It's not right; it's not fair. But what do you think we should do? Really?" Superman asked. "Are we to just pin them against the wall and execute them? Hmm?" The others remained quiet. Superman sighed heavily, "I remember what happened to a different version of ourselves that endured something similar. One act, just one cruel act, was all it took for them to abandon their restraint and take the world's fate into their hands. They took the people's freedom and their rights and even robbed some of them of their own free will. We became nothing more than two-bit tyrants, claiming it was all for security and protection. I am trying to make sure we don't go down that path, and the only way I know how is by making sure we don't do anything rash. Something we don't end up regretting later."
The room remained silent. Diana, Barry, and John understood Superman's logic. The Justice Lords were a harsh reminder of what could happen if they took things too far—too zealous in their fight. The Justice Lords' attempt to rule their universe remained a sore subject for the founders, who still faced backlash from their coup. Organizations like Cadmus sought to remove them before establishing any real power, and the distrust of civilians on Earth only added to the tension.
Diana began to walk out of the room. "Many people won't like this," she warned sternly as she left, with the Flash soon following after her.
Green Lantern stared at Superman, his eyes glowing green with the ring's power, but they could not hide the disappointment in his gaze. "I understand your point, Clark. But you forget one thing," he began. "The Justice Lords couldn't save their Flash. We could have easily saved Danny if only we had known the truth—the truth they kept from us." With that, Green Lantern turned and left the room, leaving Superman alone in the control center.
Meanwhile
The cells on the station were reserved for criminals who needed specialized accommodations available only at the proper prisons on Earth or for those from distant worlds. Beast Boy, Raven, and Jinx waited in their respective cells. Beast Boy sat on the ground, sulking. He occasionally glanced at Raven, who was lying on the cot asleep, and Jinx, who leaned against the wall of her cell, waiting. Whenever she caught Beast Boy looking, she would make a disgusted groan.
Most of Beast Boy's attention was focused on the hooded sorceress, especially when the video feed came up, revealing Danny's treatment. He wanted to believe that she, like him, was repulsed by the brutality he was witnessing. However, a nagging thought lingered in the back of his mind—he knew why she was so fixated on the feed. It was the first time she had seen Danny, and she wanted to absorb every moment, even if it was miserable and dreadful.
Danny...
Beast Boy loved him, and everyone else did too. That was part of the problem. Whenever they risked their lives to save the city, people's attention would shift to Danny Phantom. When Beast Boy wanted to go out and meet someone, most people wouldn't give him the time of day. When they did pay attention, it was often just to ask questions about the other Titans. "How much does Robin work out?" "What music does Cyborg like?" But the most popular topic was always Danny.
"Is the Ghost Boy seeing someone?" "Does Phantom have a thing for brunettes?" "Does the ghost kid have a number?" "What can you tell me about the Ghost Boy?" "Can you introduce me to him?"
It was always about Danny. As annoying and hurtful as it was to be treated like a stepping stone, Beast Boy never blamed Danny for it. It wasn't as if Danny was going out of his way to steal the spotlight. Still, it was hard not to feel jealous of him since he seemed favored by fate. With good looks, natural charm, and cool powers, it wasn't surprising that girls flocked to him. Chances were Danny was unaware of all the attention he received. When it came to girls, the only one he seemed focused on was Raven.
His train of thought turned to Raven, who seemed to murmur something in her sleep.
Raven found herself trapped in a labyrinth of mirrored glass. Below her stretched a starry night sky, while above her floated cosmic clouds of various colors, painting the galaxy like a celestial canvas. She had been meditating in her cell when they locked her away, assuming she would be there for a while. To calm her racing thoughts, she sought to channel her energy. Her nightmares had been worsening, and the last thing she wanted was to accidentally tear a hole in the station. So, she focused on achieving a serene meditative state before sleep inevitably claimed her.
As she navigated through this dreamlike realm, she eventually arrived at a chamber. Its hexagonal shape was framed with glass panels that reflected her image at her; a sudden chill ran down her spine. She closed her eyes and reassured herself, "It's just a dream. Nothing here is real." Turning around, she locked eyes with a reflection of Danny glaring back at her from the mirror. She inhaled sharply. "What do you want from me?" she asked the reflection. "What do you need from me to earn your forgiveness?"
The reflection's glare softened for a moment. "You bend rather easily, child," it responded in a cool tone, its eyes transforming into bright, featureless red orbs.
Raven's eyes widened as her hands became enveloped in black energy. "Who are you? SHOW YOURSELF!" she commanded.
As she spoke, the mirrors vanished, and the night sky coalesced around her, leaving her in an empty void. The darkness formed into a tall figure, its body resembling the night itself—pitch black, with shimmering spots like stars scattered across it. Instead of legs, long, slender, tentacle-like limbs emerged as arms, and a face materialized. Two purple horns curved downward, crowning its egg-shaped face with a sharp, pointed chin.
"I am Nocturn, the ghost of dreams and sleep, and I have been watching you for a long time, daughter of Trigon."
Raven's eyes widened as she looked up at the spectral being. "H-How do you know that?"
The dream ghost grinned fiendishly. "Oh, I know more than I care to know. The dreams of mortals grant me power, and I have been gathering dreams for centuries. So, I know many things, child. After all, how best to describe dreams if not as manifestations of secrets and desires? And I have come across secrets you want to know, and I need your help."
"Nothing you could tell me would make me want to help you." Raven glared at him, her eyes glowing white, ready to banish the dream ghost from her mind.
"Oh? Are you sure, Demonspawn?" Nocturn said, smiling wider. "Not even if I say it regards Danny Phantom?"
Raven's glare hardened. "You have nothing to say about him that would make me help you."
"Oh? Not even if I told you that he is now Fenrir, the supposed King of All Ghosts?" the Dream Ghost offered.
Raven gasped loudly, her purple irises widening in disbelief. The very idea sent an indescribable feeling through her core—a suffocating cold that felt less like an emotional release and more like a raw physical sensation. "No! That's not possible!" she shouted, recalling the sight of his final moments, his mind floating in a jar, calling out for a mercy killing through a device.
"Danny was given a new body. He recovered and destroyed all traces of his former self. He hid his tracks well, and you inadvertently helped by assuring that the League would be pointed in the wrong direction. How foolish of you, so desperate to hide your shame that you only helped in creating your doom."
Raven let the information soak in. "But...w-why? He had me by the neck; why didn't he kill me right then and there?"
"Isn't it obvious? He wasn't granted a swift death, so why should he give you four the same mercy?" Nocturn answered. "I can help you; I can tell you his secrets. His goals. Anything I can scry from his dreams, but in exchange. I need your help to get him out of my plans."
Raven remained silent. The thought of Danny being the one grabbing her by the neck filled her with fright. Seeing the damage to Cyborg and connecting it to Danny made too much sense. How he preyed on them and split them apart yet seemingly left Jinx and Argent unharmed for the most part. The hooded figure vanishing, teleporting through portals. She wondered to herself what fate she would have suffered if Supergirl hadn't shown up to help. Would he have snapped her neck? Choke the life out of her?
The ghost of dreams made an annoyed scowl. "Consider my offer, daughter of Trigon. If Fenrir isn't stopped, both of our realities will change. I will see you again when you dream again, but time is of the essence. Come to a decision soon." He issued one final warning.
Raven awoke with a sudden jolt, her eyes scanning the cell's panels. She slowly lifted herself from the cot to see Beast Boy pressing his hands against the glass. "Raven? Are you okay? You were dreaming," he said.
Raven ignored him, lost in her thoughts as a torrent of emotions swirled within her. Her meditation before sleep should have kept them in check, but the realization that Danny was right there overwhelmed her. Waves of self-loathing, fear, and regret crashed over her like tides against a beach. Yet, beneath those turbulent feelings, there was another sensation she felt she couldn't dare name—a dark, warm euphoria.
At that time
(Oh hey, a lemon. Remember when I wrote these? Yeah, me neither.)
Valerie opened the door to her apartment, taking her shoes off to the side. "I'm going to assume you haven't eaten anything today, right? Let me cook you something." She called out as Danny began to enter.
Looking curiously around, "You got a nice place here, Valerie." He complimented as he took off his own shoes before closing and locking it to be secure.
Valerie turned to him, a smile on her face. "Thank you. It might not be the fanciest, but it's my little piece of the world."
Danny smiled back at her when their eyes locked. They seemed to instantly remember what he said back at Axion Labs. "So, um...we're here at your apartment. I think there was something I was going to ask you about?" He said as he approached, placing his hands on her hips, making Valerie shudder slightly as he went around behind her. Smiling and looking down at her with those baby-blue eyes.
"You're sure you're fine with this?" She asked huskily, "We can take it slow if you—" She was interrupted when Danny pressed his lips against hers. Her eyes shot up for a moment, feeling his warm lips against hers before moaning and closing her eyes, surrendering to the warmth.
Danny's hands went along her hips and thighs, making her let out stuttering moans as he lifted her skirt to reveal the dark blue mesh panties she was wearing. Valerie's face was flushed with not just arousal but embarrassment as well. Danny stared at her ass, his hands moving to feel her heart-shaped rear, making her moan as she pushed herself to him. She gasped as he pulled down her underwear, revealing her wet sex.
She shuddered as his tender fingers stroked her inner lips. "Oh God~!" She gasped out as her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she felt her toes curl just from his teasing caress. Valerie's hands were on the counter as she presented her ass for him more. Feeling her underwear hang around her knees as Danny kept teasing her, she shuddered again when his fingers moved from her lips to her clit.
Danny's other hand went underneath her yellow blouse. Going from her toned stomach to her ample chest, his fingers slid under her bra to tease her sensitive nipples. Feeling one hand on her clit and the other on her breast made Valerie cry out as she felt a mini-orgasm. Danny smirked as he watched Valerie's mouth in an 'O' shape as she felt pleasure peak and was over her body. "I get the feeling you don't play with yourself much, Val." He teased.
"S-Shut up." She pouted as she got her hands off the counter and stepped out of her panties. She looked at him as she gestured to follow him to the couch. Danny followed eagerly as Valerie slowly pulled down her skirt, letting it fall to the floor, leaving her completely bottomless, her excitement leaking down her thighs. It wasn't long till her shirt and bra came off as she tossed them to the side. Danny stared at her nude form, soaking it in with lust and hunger.
Valerie shuddered, feeling the air lick at the sensitive parts of her voluptuous body. She trained to be a fighter, but right now she felt like a woman for the first time in a long time. Not weak, not demure, but a woman all the same. Lusted for, desired for. She ran her hands over her breasts; her breasts have always been on the larger side. Especially compared to the other girls during their high school days. Yet seeing them in their unrestrained glory was better than anything I could have imagined.
Valerie blushed more as she made an effort to emphasize her generous chest. "So are you just going to stand there, or are you going to come here?" She asked, letting confidence grow.
Danny walked over to her and leaned down to bury his face in between her chest. Her breasts were so soft and warm, and her skin had the faint smell of something sweet that he couldn't pin down. Either way, he felt nothing more than a hunger to claim her, to take her for his own. A sudden possessive greed overcame him as he ran his tongue over her bust. Valerie moaned as he pressed her breasts together and started to leave love marks over her sensitive rack. She came again when Danny started to suck on both of her nipples at once.
Danny kept his attack on her breasts as she could barely recover from her first full orgasm so far. One that nearly made her knees buckle and give in, but she powered on through. Once Danny released her breasts, a string of his saliva connected her now erect and puffy nipples. Valerie leaned her head down to look and see them lined with hickeys. The tenderness of the marks made her shudder more as she felt Danny go lower along her body. Kissing and licking her stomach, tracing the light presence of abdominal muscle with his ravenous tongue.
"Maybe I should have bothered taking a shower earlier today. When you first showed up, I was in the middle of my workout; now I can't help but think how it would have felt to have your tongue licking me clean of sweat." Valerie confessed.
Danny smiled up at her, "Well, I guess that would be something we would have to try another time. Seeing you covered in sweat, panting heavily, your large breasts heaving and shimmering. I can get used to that." He teased.
Valerie smirked back at him, running her fingers through his long black hair. "Ready to go even lower?"
"Think you can take it?" Danny challenged coyly.
Valerie grinned affectionately as she led Danny to her groin. Gasping loudly and throwing her head back as Danny's tongue glided around her outer lips, circling the inside before sucking on her sensitive clit. Valerie bit her bottom lip as she whimpered, her hand running lovingly through his black hair as she gyrated her hips in motion with his tongue. Gasping loudly as she came on his tongue, convulsing from the raw bliss of her second orgasm.
Danny started to stand back up as he started to unzip his pants. The sound of his pants hitting the ground broke Valerie from her pleasure high, causing her to look down and stare in shock at the cock standing right at attention. "H-Holy shit!" She muttered out loud. Intimidation is clear on her face. "Y-You're going to be gentle, right?"
"Of course." He assured her, he said as he pressed his shaft against her folds. The heat of his member when pressed against her sex sent a bolt of pure want through her body. Danny's hands found their way to her heart-shaped ass as he rubbed his shaft against her slit. She gasped and moaned more as Danny kept lubing her shaft with her release. When it was coated to his desires, Danny sat down on the couch, his member waiting for her to ease onto it at her own pace.
Valerie went onto his lap, her knees finding a home next to his hips as her pussy allowed the very tip of his cock to poke her opening. Valerie shuddered while Danny let out a low groan. Valerie rolled herself from side to side, adjusting herself and easing her nervousness at taking such a large dick inside her. Valerie admitted that she wasn't taking care of her sexual needs over the past six years. It was all about ghost hunting for her. Afraid to admit her virginity, especially after coming so far, Valerie was trying to hide her inexperience by trying to keep Danny as pleased as she could as she tried to take it slow.
Eventually getting the courage and want for it to go deeper, Valerie lowered herself further, allowing his cock to push further and further into her slick, needy sex. She clenched her teeth, not from pain but from all the mini-gasms she was feeling. Her large breasts were inches from his face, all the hickeys and marks dotting her mounds. Reminding the two of them of his claim on her. Danny smirked as her breasts wobbled side to side as she ground on his cock; he leaned forward to give her a deep kiss as his hands gripped her ass as she kept grinding herself, slowly lowering herself more and more.
As Valerie lowered herself more and more, she eventually lowered herself entirely onto his cock. Moaning and gasping loudly from feeling his length fill her up as she coiled her arms around his head to have her soak in her skin and the light sweat that was forming on her body from taking his cock inside her at her own pace. She almost came for the third time from feeling his tip grinding against her cervix.
"How are you holding up?" He asked lovingly between kisses along her neck and jaw.
"You feel so good inside me," She spoke back, gazing at him with awe. "I wished I would have kicked young me's ass for turning you down. Especially if our first time would have been anything like this."
Danny's arms wrapped around her again, bringing her in for a deep kiss as she grinds some more on his cock. "Well then, I guess we're going to have to spend the rest of the day to make up for lost time now. Won't we?"
The two smiled at each other, Valerie placing her forehead against his and pressing her chest against his own. "I'm going to start going up and down. Okay? Tell me if you're about to cum." Danny nodded in response. Valerie raised herself slowly, finding just the right amount for her before lowering herself down.
Danny groaned as he felt her pussy tighten around his shaft, her excitement dripping down her legs and onto the couch as she rides him cowgirl-style. "Do I feel good, baby?" She asked as she looked down at him, his eyes watching her sexy dusk-tone body grinding and shaking for him.
"You feel so fucking good!" He growled as he squeezed her breasts, earning him moans from Valerie.
"You love my tits that much?" She asked smugly. "I guess I can't blame you; I forgot how many times I've seen people run their eyes all over me when in my ghost-hunting gear." She went on, "I used to be embarrassed when it happened, but after a couple of years it just got more annoying." She went on; she coyly smirked as she made a sudden drop onto his cock, sending both of them shuddering in pleasure as his tip graced her cervix again. Danny growled in lust once again as it felt like her very core was trying to milk his shaft. Valerie could only whimper in pleasure as she came for the third time. "But—but if it's you, then I don't mind!" She gasped loudly as she rode her third orgasm out.
Danny groaned as he could feel the pressure building in his cock, "Valerie, I'm going to cum soon." He warned as she asked. Valerie's breath hitched as his warning made her core shudder. Causing her pussy to coil tighter around him, making him clench to prevent a rope of his cum from flooding into the cervix.
"W-Wait! Don't cum in me!" She pleaded as she slowly started to raise back up to get some space between his tip and her fertile core. When enough space was made, Valerie gyrated her hips, trying to get him to cum safely away from her womb but desperately wanting it inside her. Valerie looked down at his face, twisting with pleasure as he tried to hold his cum in. "It should be safe now; it's just your tip inside me," Valerie said softly as if trying to ease her tension. "Go ahead, you can cum like this." She urged on. "I just can't risk you getting me pregnant."
Danny spanked her ass, making her gasp as her eyes shot up from the sudden smack as she looked back. His slap left a light red mark on her shapely cheek, and the sting nearly made her lose strength in her legs. "D-Danny!" She gasped out right before another slap to her other butt cheek was made, making her squirt all over his cock as she had to hold her hands on his shoulders to prevent herself from falling into his cock that was getting ready to explode like a pipe.
Valerie let out a large cry as her pussy gushed from the sting of the spanks; her legs wobbled and shook from the pleasure. Danny groaned as he pulled his cock out of her slit. Pushing her ass together around his cock as he finally let out his load. Valerie can only look back and marvel at the sight of his angry red tip letting out thick, sticky ropes of his seed all over her floor and the glass table in the center of her living room.
His cock being sandwiched by her ass made it so she could feel every spurt traveling up his length before gushing out. Each pulse being against her pussy and ass made her more aroused, but seeing his load still splurting out made her eyes go wide. "O-Oh God, if you came in me like that...even with just your tip in me. You could have flooded me." She said. A mix of awe, dread, and lust at the revelation was clear in her voice.
"Oh trust me, the thought entered my mind." Danny confessed, "But I didn't want to ruin your first time with a pregnancy scare."
Valerie slowly turned to face him. "You knew this was my first time?"
Danny smiled, "Well, I do now." He said with a cocky grin.
Valerie gave him a deadpan stare before slapping his chest. "You jerk." She pouted, "How come you didn't say something?"
Danny chuckled in amusement. "I only figured that was the case when you took your time letting me ease into you. At that point, you were trying so hard to make me feel good I didn't want you to make me feel bad by asking if it was your first time."
The two looked into each other's eyes once more before Valerie went in for a ravenous kiss. Their tongues coiled and wrestled in their mouths as Valerie allowed her legs to relax as she fully pressed her curvaceous body against his. "Well, you have to make up for slapping my ass." She said, "How about I make us some food...and you clean up the mess before it stains? After we eat, we can move things to my bedroom."
"Deal." He said as he gave her another, more chaste kiss on her lips.
(End of the Lemon Cringe)
Dick Grayson was firmly marched out of the Zeta Tube, flanked by Superboy and Aqualad, guiding him towards an inevitable confrontation with his fate. M'Gann and Wally stayed back at Mount Justice, ensuring their systems were secure from any potential virus. As the duo escorted the somber Nightwing, Dick could sense his mentor's presence even before he laid eyes on him.
"Batman," Aqualad greeted, acknowledging the Dark Knight standing resolutely by the door.
Batman responded with a curt nod to Kaldur before turning his gaze to Superboy. "You both did well in bringing him here," he acknowledged, his voice steady and firm. "You can leave now; I need to speak with him alone."
Kaldur and Connor exchanged glances, a silent agreement passing between them. They relinquished their hold on Dick and walked past Batman, the automated door sealing shut behind them. A heavy silence enveloped the room, a silence that Dick once viewed as a tool—useful and strategic. But now, it felt like a weapon, driving fear and guilt deeper into him. Unable to endure the tension any longer, he stammered, "B-Bruce, I—"
"NO," Batman interrupted, his tone chilling and commanding, causing Dick to shrink back. "I've lost too many sons," he declared. "Joker took Jason from me; this Arkham Assailant took Tim from me. But now I finally see the truth—I lost my first son years ago."
"I can explain!" Dick pleaded, desperation evident in his voice.
"Explain what?!" Batman growled, his lips curling into a barely restrained scowl. "You betrayed everything I stood for. I trained you to have integrity and good judgment. I trained you to be better than this!" His rage began to shift to disgust. "After what happened today, I don't want to see you again. Do you understand?" he demanded.
"Bruce, please—"
"ENOUGH!" Bruce shouted. "Nothing you say can change my mind. You're dead to me, Dick. But unlike Jason or Todd, I won't mourn you." Nightwing lowered his head as Batman's glare remained unwavering. "I once believed that if I were to die, you would be the one to take over as Batman—the one to uphold my legacy and continue the fight. But now, I see the disappointment you truly are."
Nightwing remained silent, unable to muster the words to defend himself or meet Bruce's gaze. "You know what lies ahead of you, right?" Batman questioned. "You and the other Titans will be expelled from the Justice League, and we will report this to the authorities. If they come for you, it's best not to resist. If they don't, consider it a second chance. Do you understand?"
"I... I promise I will make you proud of me again, sir."
"No, it's too late for that," Bruce responded sharply. "You failed me in the one thing that matters most; you betrayed everything I stood for." His glare intensified. "In one action, you disgraced both me and yourself...but at the very least, you should be able to redeem yourself."
Batman left the room, leaving Nightwing to wallow in shame. His eyes glazed over as the doors opened again, and Connor and Kaldur returned to take him away. Dredging past the doors into the station proper. Nightwing's eyes were fixed on the floor, wishing to be numb to escape the feeling of shame and guilt festering inside. Once they passed more sets of doors. Nightwing was stopped by his two escorts.
Curiosity getting the best of him, Nightwing looked up and instantly regretted it as he realized that he went from being rained over with guilt, shame, and disappointment to drowning in a sea of hate and disgust. Dozens of people, some of whom he'd met before, glared at him with eyes filled with contempt. It wasn't long till he was forced to start walking again, but in that moment, Dick Grayson felt as if someone just walked over his grave. Worse yet...he recognized it.
The same look Danny gave him when he was glaring up at him before the agents came and collected his body from the shores of Titan's Tower.
Connor and Kaldur quickly dragged Nightwing away from the crowd and to the cells. Nightwing was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice one person moving through the crowd with purpose. "Hawkgirl?" Kaldur called out to the woman as she emerged from the crowd.
Shayera walked toward the three young men, her eyes locked squarely on Nightwing. She clenched her mace, making it spark to life, right as she used her powerful wings to launch herself forward, quickly grabbing Nightwing by the collar. Snatching him from between Kaldur and Connor like a bird of prey before anyone else can stop her. Pinning him on the ground. Nightwing's eyes were wide, forced to look her in the eyes as she tightened her hold around his neck.
In an instant, most readied up to attempt to save Nightwing from Hawkgirl's wrath, but others were silently encouraging it. Nightwing struggled against her grip as his bound hands grabbed her wrist. Nightwing tried to kick at her, trying to figure out any escape from her grasp as he watched the mace being raised like an executioner's axe. "This is for Danny." She said it sharply and coldly, like arctic frost.
"SHAYERA!" Batman called, trying to get her attention, just as she swung her mace down.
Nightwing closed his eyes and waited for the impact, only it never came. He opened his eyes to see Hawkgirl struggling to break the hold of a glowing green cuff that was around her wrist. Hawkgirl glanced back to see concerned John looking at her. "Let me go!" She snapped as she tried to shake the construct off, as futile as it may be.
"Shayera, don't do this." He said gently.
Shayera glared at him, "WHY?! WHY SHOULDN'T I DO THIS?!" She cried out. "AFTER WHAT HE AND THE OTHERS DID?!"
John forced her to drop the mace. "Shayera, what they did was terrible...monstrous." John, glared at Nightwing as he hovered closer.
Shayera glared harshly at the lantern. Hurt is evident in them. "Then why are you stopping me?!" She shouted back. Glaring back at him, "Four years. THEY ALL KNEW FOR FOUR YEARS! WE TRUSTED THEM..." Her voice started to crack as tears began to fall from her face. "and they lied, right to our faces. They took him from me...from all of us."
"You're right, but if you hurt him, if you kill him. Then we might not figure out how deep this goes." Batman called up to her. "The tape proves that there is more to Danny's disappearance than we initially thought. He may be our best chance at finding out more. See who ordered Phantom's capture and experiments! If you want true justice, Shayera, then we need the truth!"
Hawkgirl looked down at Bruce before glaring at the traitor. Nightwing didn't struggle, didn't fight anymore. He simply waited, placing himself in her mercy. Shayera imagined choking him with one hand, imagined crushing his head into the ground. All the ways she could easily kill him. As she did, she felt a wave of calm wash over her; she thought how good it would feel to have all this pain and hate released into one motion. "We have three others to answer any question...we don't need a fourth." She stated coldly, stunning John.
"Then do it for yourself." He said, "We can't change what he or the others did, but we can make sure he will do everything he can to help us with Danny's disappearance. With this new evidence, then maybe we can find where they took him; maybe even then we can let him have the peace they denied him."
"They're keeping him alive for a reason, Shayera," Batman assured her as Superman and Wonder Woman joined the group. "Whoever destroyed the Guys in White is most likely keeping Danny. In pain and pieces."
Shayera contemplated their words, sending one last glare to Nightwing, waiting to either die or to be freed. She dropped the mace with a long clang onto the floor. Allowing John to use his ring and seal Nightwing in a sphere. Leading Nightwing to the cells and leaving Shayera to stare at the floor. Her eyes glazed over as she stared at where she was going to bring her mace down on his skull.
"Shayera..." Wonder Woman called out to her. Shayera sent a silent glance over in the Amazon princess's way. "I just...I just wanted to say that I am sorry for your loss."
"Thank you, Diana." She said softly, "Are you going to put me in a cell too? After what I attempted to do."
Wonder Woman remained silent before taking a deep inhale. "No. I won't." She said, glancing at Batman and Superman. Superman nodded slightly before turning to Batman, walking away from the scene. Hawkgirl rose to her feet, still silent, as she left the room to go to her private quarters.
That Night
Danny straightened his shirt, a smile on his face. The sound of the shower running was the only sound that mattered at the moment, knowing Valerie was in there cleaning the remnants of sweat and lust that remained from their encounter. The water clicked off, making Danny glance knowingly over at the door, just as Valerie's shapely figure left the room with a faint trail of steam following her. Completely naked, wearing only a towel around her head. "You know you're making it hard for me to want to live, just showing off like that." He said knowingly.
Valerie smiled back, "Well, think of it as a reminder of what you have waiting for you here." She said huskily as she undid her towel, watching her long, messy locks cascade down her body.
Danny stared at her backside. "Oh trust me, I'll remember. But don't be afraid to come by my place in Dakota City." He said as he gave her one long kiss. Valerie moaned into his mouth, his hands and arms hanging on her hips. Valerie guided one of his hands up her stomach, feeling her smooth stomach before leading it to her soft breast. Danny kissed her more, his hands exploring her body, making her moan before he stopped himself. "I'm sorry, Valerie. If I don't leave for Dakota City soon, the League is going to find holes in my story. It would put you too much at risk." He said sincerely.
Valerie made a smile, albeit reluctantly. "You said that, and I get it. But that doesn't mean it makes it harder to see you go when we just got together."
Danny smiled back, "Well, I'll tell you what, I will call you in a couple of days, and we can figure out what time would be completely free for us. Then I can keep you as my guest for a while."
Valerie smiled back, "Alright, deal." She said she gave him a quick kiss before letting her leave out the door. "Danny!" She called out, making him stop at the door and look back at her. "I love you." She said it freely.
Danny smiled back, "I love you too, Valerie." He said in turn as he waved and closed the door. Danny began to walk away from the apartment, leaning his head down to prevent anyone from getting a good look at his face. Danny looked up at the night sky and saw that a full moon was itching to break from the clouds. He felt an unmistakable pang of nervousness at the sight before turning into an alleyway and transforming into his ghostly half.
Creating a portal as he kept walking into the alley, on his way to undergo a third transformation.
As Danny entered the other side, he came to a dirt road crossroads. Summoning another portal to reach his hand into and pull out the diary of Babar Alrahzad, scanning the book, he found the ritual he was looking for. Channeling magic into his body, he recited the magic words. A dense fog gathered around the crossroads like a blanket of dense white. Leaving only the light of the full moon to grace the area.
Dark power flowed through the dirt roads as the low sounds of whispers and wispy gasps could be heard echoing through the air, existing within the fog. Danny took off his clothes again; he ran his hands along his arm, allowing the flesh to wither away and reveal the metal underneath before removing it. Danny then reached into another portal and pulled out a mortar and pestle, a handful of wolfsbane and nightshade flowers, along with the deadly fruit of the nightshade. And a piece of raw wolf meat. Running the flowers and fruit into the mortar, crushing it into a fine paste.
He dipped his fingers into the mixture and painted himself in runes. All the while he chanted his spell as his pale, ghostly body was marked with the toxic paste. The rest of the paste was then rubbed into the slab of wolf flesh till every spot of it was smeared. Danny took in a deep breath as he brought the slab of meat to his mouth. Biting into it, the metallic taste of raw, uncooked flesh and dried blood filled his mouth.
Tilting his head upward to force the disgusted slap of wolf flesh into his gullet. Feeling it slide down his mouth, his eyes locked directly to the moon. For a while he waited for him to feel anything, the light of the full moon the only company as the whispering mist began to swirl and dance around the crossroads and him like the eye of the storm. A sharp pain shot up in his stomach, forcing him to clench his stomach and cry out in pain. Another flare of agony rose in him again as he felt his ribs crack and shift from a mysterious force.
In spite of his pain, his body shifted in new painful ways from watching his hand shift and grow into razor-sharp claws and his teeth grow more pronounced as he could feel his teeth grow in size and density. To feel his arms and legs shifting around into a new form. Danny felt as if his organs were melting within him as a dark transformation was engulfing him.
"As you can see, the boy has grown stronger in such a short time!" Proclaimed one of the ghosts with a singular large eye and white ornate robes under a cloak with tall collars.
"Each new form grants him more and more power; if he isn't stopped now, then he may doom the world of the living." The other one continued, "If nothing is done, then there may not be anything we can do to stop him."
"Yes." Clockwork spoke, shifting from child to man. "He has grown more powerful, and he will continue to grow stronger. However," Clockwork said as she shifted the image. Images of various timelines pass and shift by the Observant's gaze. "Yet there are too many variables in play to fully determine an outcome."
"Regardless, there are more outcomes than in the death of one world or the other." One of them said, dismissing Clockwork's claims.
"You let your fondness for the boy cloud your judgment. As Overseer of Time, you surely have seen them yourself." The other chastised.
"I have seen many different outcomes." An elderly Clockwork responded, "I have seen him condemn reality on more than one occasion." The image is shifting to various sights. An image of the earth is a frozen wasteland, dotted with massive icy pillars adorned with corpses mummified from the chill. Then to a vision of shuffling and decaying corpses reanimated by black energy, with the center of it all being a version of Danny wielding a black ring. "Years ago, this young man saved the future from himself. I know that he has more to offer reality than death."
"That crisis was only prevented by your direct interference with the timeline." The observant pointed out.
"And who's to say that disruption hadn't caused our current predicament?" The other one asked. "Since after that stunt, neither of us has been able to accurately predict what events will happen next."
"No. I told you this was caused by something else. Whatever caused this wasn't just a change to the timeline but a change to the very core aspects of our reality as possible. Something that didn't just change time but changed everything down to the very particle. Even if I haven't been able to figure it out yet." Clockwork went on, speaking in the body of a child.
"Regardless of what caused this. One thing remains certain." One of them spoke.
"The fate of the timeline may depend on the being formerly known as Danny Phantom's destruction once more." The Observants were ordained simultaneously before teleporting out of his lair.
Clockwork turned his attention back to Danny, using his powers to try and see what changes to the timeline this new transformation would cause. Hoping for a road of redemption for the ghost king and all the people he seeks to rule.
END