You Shall Be Spared

I don't think I will ever fully understand how it feels not to dream everynight

Like what do you mean you dont have your personal cartoons/TV serries/movies to watch while your brain loads tomorow?????????

PHANTOM OF THE BATCAVE: A GOTHAM MUSICAL ~A tale of ghosts, bats, and questionable life choices~

There can only be one brother extras 5 - 25 + bonus parts

ACT 1: "WHO'S THE (DEAD) GUY IN THE MANTLE?"

Opening Number: "Shadow in the Manor"

*(Gotham Manor. Night. Damian returns early from a mission, sensing an intruder. The Batfamily is out—except for Alfred, who hums as he polishes a teacup. Danny Fenton, half-asleep, leans against the kitchen counter. The lights flicker—Damian attacks!—Danny catches him mid-air. The orchestra strikes!)

DAMIAN: (snarling, suspended in Danny’s grip) "Who dares invade the Bat’s domain? What fool walks where death is plain? I’ll strike you down— AGAIN! AND AGAIN!—

DANNY: (yawns, spins him gently like a top) "Kid, please. I’ve fought my own reflection. You’re adorable— Now sit down, have some tea."

(Alfred enters, unbothered. Damian is outraged. The chandelier sways ominously.)

ALFRED: (smoothly) "Ah, Master Damian. How kind of you to greet our guest. Now, if you’ll excuse me— The shadows require their breakfast."

(Lights fade. The curtains pull back to reveal—)

Group Number: "TT (The Tiny Tyrant’s Lament)"

(The Batfamily returns. Dick is thrilled. Jason is suspicious. Tim is recording everything. Damian sulks on a chandelier.)

DICK: (dramatic flourish) "A brother! A friend! A mystery to unravel! He caught Damian mid-stab— Is he magic? Trained? TROUBLE?!"

JASON: (loading a gun, eyeing Danny) "He’s too calm. He’s too chill. I don’t trust him— I WON’T— (…Why’s he floating now?) OH COME ON."

DAMIAN: (from the rafters) "TT! TT! TT! I hate you all! ESPECIALLY HIM— (…But his shoulders are good for climbing.)

(Danny, now upside-down, grins. The Batcomputer glitches.)

ACT 2: "GHOSTS, BATS, AND OTHER TERRIFYING THINGS"

Villain Interlude: "Why So Ecto?"

(The Rogues gather in a secret hideout. Joker is fuming. Riddler is traumatized.)

JOKER: (wild-eyed, clutching a deflated whoopee cushion) "I planted bombs! I stole diamonds! Then a tiny ghost girl turned my acid into LEMONADE! SHE SIPPED IT AND SMILED— WHAT AM I MISSING?!"

HARLEY: (twirling, unfazed) "Bats are fun! Ghosts are funner! Wanna join their chaos crew? I’M ALREADY THEIR AUNTIE— THEY TOLD ME SO!"

*(Pause. The Rogues stare. Then—BANG!—Ellie crashes through the ceiling.)

ELLIE: (grinning, covered in glitter) "DID SOMEONE SAY CHAOS?"*

(The Rogues scream. The scene cuts to—)

Emotional Ballad: "Home (Is Where the Haunt Is)"

(Danny and Damian on a rooftop. Damian pretends he isn’t attached. Danny knows.)

DANNY: (softly, watching Gotham’s skyline) "I was living and dead, Neither here nor there— Then you dropped from the ceiling, Like a tiny, stabby prayer."

DAMIAN: (grumbling, but leaning closer) "TT. Obviously. You’re adequate. (…Don’t leave.)"

(A shadow passes over the moon. The Ghost Zone hums.)

ACT 3: "THERE CAN ONLY ONE (FINAL BATTLE)"

Showdown: "Danny vs. Santa (Holiday Havoc)"

(Flashback. The North Pole. Snow flies. Danny duels Santa on a frozen lake.)

SANTA: (booming, dodging ecto-blasts) "YOU’RE RUINING CHRISTMAS! YOUR LIST SAYS ‘TERROR’!

DANNY: (grinning, mid-backflip) "YOU STOLE MY SNICKERDOODLES— PREPARE FOR WRATH!"

(Ellie and Damian sled in on a ghost polar bear, singing backup.)

ELLE & DAMIAN: "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! KICK HIS JOLLY BUTT! THERE CAN ONLY ONE— (…But two is more fun!)"

(Santa surrenders, tossing Danny a magic cookie tin. The Batfamily applauds from a snowdrift.)

Finale: "We’re All a Little Dead Inside"

(The entire cast assembles on stage. Bats, ghosts, even the Rogues.)

FULL CAST: (harmonizing, confetti cannon) "Gotham’s dark! The nights are long! But with a ghost, it’s kind of fun! So welcome home, you weird dead son— THE CHAOS HAS ONLY BEGUN!"

*(Danny bows. Damian stabs a balloon. Ellie hugs the Joker. Alfred serves tea to a very tired Batman.)

CURTAIN.

STANDING OVATION.

POST-CREDITS SCENE: Constantine, smoking in the alley behind the theater: "I hate musicals." (A shadow nods in agreement.)

A/N: This is Broadway-ready. Casting suggestions:

Danny: A chaotic tenor with parkour skills.

Damian: A 12-year-old with resting murder face.

Ellie: A feral soprano who actually stabs the crew.

another from my twt (handle is shortened in this one but you’ll still be able to find me on there)

The forest is calling.

And how can I deny a mothers embrace?

Having fun at the harbour or deck. Idk whats it cald in english

Use to do this when I was little. It bouces a lot more now then when I was little

Btw that was my dad asking

"Remembering your childhood?"

And me answering

"YEAAAAAAAAH!!!"

He killed them all

Pls boop me.

Im gonna go to bed now and I wanna see how many boops I got in the morning.

Goodnight and sweet dreams everybody.

And good luck with booping!

Stabs myself in the heart but in a totally cool way

Mmmmmmmmm~

Midnight snack of frozen fish fingers and milk