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Being the older sister to one of the strongest ghosts, and being in constant contact with Ectoplasm and said ghost, gave her certain powers.

Certain responsibilities.

She can either talk a spirit into, or force it to move on.

Her powerset is a little broken, she thinks, as "spirit" is a vague concept, and she can technically banish any supernatural entity back to where it's supposed to be.

Demons? No problem.

Gods? Harder, but doable.

Ghosts? Barely breaking a sweat.

So her job, as she is paid to do courtesy of the Observants, is to go where there is a breach in reality and just...shove that spirit back to where it's supposed to be. They give her items to assist, and she uses her abilities in tandem with those items well enough to be nigh unstoppable.

One of those items, however, she never had to use; a length of unbreakable chain so fine it looks like a ribbon. Specifically, a leftover of the very same one that bound Fenrir in Norse Mythology.

Well, she hasn't needed to use it until today.

She was ordered to go banish a new god back to his realm, for attempting to end the world. Again.

Nancy was proud of her work. She'd studied hard, and kept studying even after nursing school. She was one of the foremost specialists on treating Meta patients in the region!

This was really not saying all that much, given the region was fairly underpopulated. But she was still proud, and proud of the clinic she worked for.

Tommy's Place was a meta resource center with a modest clinic, a couple of counselors, a resource library, and the beginning of a community space. They were still setting up, still gathering funding. Most of the staff had other jobs in addition to this one. Thankfully they also had a long list of others who were able to volunteer in case of emergency.

Extra thankfully the day the glowing teen crashed through the window. He had a bundle of papers clutched to his chest as he curled tightly around his abdomen.

"P-please, I-nngh- It's my," the boy groaned piteously. "Appendix"

He hissed again. Nancy crouched next to him, hands hovering.

"Okay, try to breathe for me, okay?" She smiled encouragingly, holding her hand out. Either to help him up and back to a bed, or for the paperwork he was guarding.

"Promise-Promise you won't tell anyone?!" He whispered, crystal blue eyes glowing, casting a strange light onto her face. The next moment he groaned loudly again, curling tighter around himself. "Please you can't, t-they'll...Fuuuuck they'll cut me open."

"I won't tell anyone who isn't beholden to HIPPA, and when we've got you treated we can get some NDA's, okay?" She leaned forward, carefully putting a hand on the kid's back.

He was thin, probably too thin. He held out the paperwork and Nancy takes it going. Her coworker, Jim a counselor, has made his way over. She hadn't realized how bad the blast zone was. There was glass over half the room, and at least one of their fake plants had been shredded by it. How fast had he been going?!

"Hey kid, everything is gonna be fine, okay?" Jim said in a rush. Before anyone could respond he'd picked the boy up and was rushing toward the nearest open bed.

The poor child was sobbing as he was laid down carefully. Jim was frowning in that way he usually did when one of the local kids came in beaten to hell. The ones who refused to say who had hurt them, and avoided the non-medical staff like the plague.

"Not now." Nancy glared, pointing to her desk. "If you're helping start calling people. We need Gary and Alicia here ASAP. Tell them 'acute abdominal pain at a 9 out of 10, suspected Appendicitis in late stages."

She returned her focus to the boy. The glow around him had dimmed, but his eyes were beginning to flicker between ice blue, and a green she usually associated with the mad scientists from Amity.

"Frostbite-Uggh fuck- Frostbite can't do Living" He hissed out, eyes clenching shut as he groans. "I-I'm gonna need a lot more anesthetic, and t-those fancy sutures... Blood will probably eat through a lot of the equipment."

"I've got your papers, don't worry, Jim's calling for help." Nancy reassured. She tried not to think too hard about what he meant by Living. Or who Frostbite might be. If he was from Amity like she suspected, digging to deep would be dangerous for everyone. Especially him.

"Y-You can't keep those..." He groaned, grabbing her arm with a hand so cold she felt goosebumps rise on her skin. There was more foce than a boy in his condition should be able to muster as well. Though, Nancy noted in the back of her head, the grip still felt weaker than her instincts told her it would be. "I-I can't.. If they find the records..."

"No one will get them. It's our job to keep kids like you safe." She reassured again. She pretended his pleas didn't cut her heart out of her chest. Tommy's hadn't been open for more than 6 months, but still, his terrified begging brought up memories of other kids. Kids who came back time and again.

She didn't know if she hoped this boy would be back or not. Mostly she just hoped they could help him fast enough.

Another wave of pain crashed over the kid. He sobbed and curled up further. Jim was on the phone and she could see a car already pulling up. Alicia's by the rattle it made. Good, she was the anesthesiologist. The sooner they could reduce his pain, the better.

Nancy started speed reading the papers in front of her, hazel eyes going wide as she did.

"Jim! Better call Billy, Alex, and Jake as well!" She called out to her coworker.

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Then, of course, he gets caught up in some other heroes shenanigans on his first day off in three weeks.

But it's fine, he guesses? He gets saved by said hero.

Who is a stuttering mess.

Danny is dating a hero, and he's been keeping the whole "Phantom" thing under wraps.

After all, he's retired. Amity is under control. There's no real reason for "Phantom" to make an appearance, and it's not like Danny wanted to be a hero in the first place.

But his hero, naturally, has a villain, and one day that villain grabs Danny and the hero both.

The hero is in a glass box made of just the right stuff to contain them. Probably not like, forever, but long enough for the villain to dramatically murder Danny right in front of them.

He...really doesn't want Phantom to have to make an appearance.

But the cards are down, there's no one else coming, and Danny decides to compromise.

No one outside of Amity knows about Phantom. He is, after all, the American Governments biggest embarrassment; they believed pseudo science and declared an entirely separate species to be ghosts, of all things.

So they keep a tight lid on all things Phantom related.

While Danny may have been able to...finagle his own scientific papers a bit, to make ghosts seem to be aliens from another dimension and get those Anti-Ecto laws taken down, he is actually half ghosts.

And ghosts don't have actual physical forms.

So he decides to be dramatic.

"If I have to, I'll become a monster. For them."

With that, he Goes Ghost, taking care to make sure his form is far more monstrous than human.

The villain never stands a chance.

Danny: Aww you care! Don't worry even as a savage beast I'd still love you.

Meanwhile, Bruce is happy for Duke. They are cute together. Duke seems happy. But did his latest child HAVE to hide this from the family?? It would have been nice to know before the Incident(tm). Also, did Duke HAVE to be so nonchalant about this!! Bruce has seen the things people on the internet are saying! He has seen the intrigue. The 'monster lover' community using Signal as a mascot. Why is it always his troublesome brats!!!!

Summary; Clark's pretty sure the new intern, Samantha Manson, is secretly a Kryptonian.

But this isn't about him.

This is about Sam and her new, more interesting than Danny coworker; Jimmy Olsen.

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Green Arrow isn't sure what that means, or who the white haired meta teenager barreling towards him is, but because of that desperate plea he knows not to shoot.

Then the teenager goes through him, and stops directly behind him, using him as a shield as another meta, this one dressed like a vampire or something stops in front of Green Arrow.

"Daniel, enough. I am willing to take the task of educating-"

"Dibs."

That was a lie, he knows what he's doing currently, but he doesn't know what he will do afterwards. It was genuinely just a split second decision that brought him to where he was.

He can see the other plane about to t-bone them, and is fully prepared to...somehow fumble his way through an explanation as to why he disappeared and superman took his place, but the meta kid sitting next to him has a different idea.

The meta kid let's out a strangled shriek, grips the armrests of the seat, and the entire plane goes intangible.

Lois, always quick on the uptake, has already unbuckled her seatbelt and twisted in her seat, giving Clark a look that says, What the hell just happened? He gives her a tiny shake of his head—later. Right now, the kid is priority number one.

The rest of the passengers are still in shock, murmuring among themselves, a few already taking out their phones, likely to start filming or calling loved ones. A flight attendant stammers something about needing to check on the pilots.

Clark keeps his voice low, steady. Comforting. “Hey, hey, you’re okay,” he says, still rubbing the kid’s back. “Just breathe. Deep breaths.”

The kid tries, but he’s shaking. He clutches the sick bag with white-knuckled fingers. His hoodie—too big for him, probably a hand-me-down—has a wet patch where his nosebleed dripped onto it.

Lois, reading the room, leans in with that gentle-yet-firm tone she sometimes uses when interviewing scared witnesses. “Sweetheart, that was incredible. You saved all of us.”

The kid flinches like she just scolded him instead. “I— I didn’t mean to. I just— I panicked—” His voice is hoarse.

Clark squeezes his shoulder. “And that’s okay. You did good.”

But the kid isn’t reassured. He looks up at Clark with wide, pleading eyes. “Please. Please don’t tell my parents.”

Clark has heard a lot of things in his life, but those words, from this kid, shake something deep in him.

Lois glances at Clark, brow furrowing, picking up on the same thing. The fear in the kid’s voice isn’t just nerves. It’s dread.

Clark keeps his tone easy, careful. “Okay,” he says. “We won’t. But— can you tell me why you don’t want them to know?”

The kid looks down, hands clenched. His breathing is still too fast. “They don’t— They don’t like this kinda thing.” He swallows hard. “They say metas are dangerous. That they should be registered or— or locked up. That they ruin everything.” His voice gets smaller. “They don’t know about me.”

Clark exchanges a look with Lois, who is already piecing the situation together. She’s seen enough cases of kids hiding parts of themselves from their families to recognize the signs.

Clark softens his voice even more. “Has anyone else seen you do this before?”

The kid shakes his head. “No. I’ve never—never done this before. Sometimes small stuff. But not— I didn’t know I could do that.” He wipes at his nose with his sleeve. “I didn’t mean to do it so big. I just— I thought we were gonna die, and I just did it.”

Clark glances around the plane. The other passengers are still rattled but coming down from their shock. Someone is trying to flag a flight attendant. This whole thing is seconds away from turning into a much bigger deal, and if the wrong person gets involved—

Lois makes the call first. “We should move him.”

Clark nods, already scanning the plane for options. They need privacy. Fast.

He unbuckles and shifts, offering the kid a hand. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

The kid hesitates but takes it. His palm is clammy, his fingers shaking, but he holds on. Clark guides him up as Lois starts running interference, snapping into reporter mode and addressing the other passengers.

“Everyone, listen,” she says, projecting calm authority. “I know we’re all shaken, but this kid just saved our lives. He’s exhausted. We need to give him space. Can we agree on that?”

There’s some murmuring, but a few people nod. The ones who had their phones out hesitate, then lower them.

Clark leads the kid toward the front, toward the tiny first-class section where there’s more room, keeping himself between him and prying eyes. The flight attendants are too stunned to stop them.

As they settle into an empty row, the kid is still gripping his sleeves like he’s trying to make himself smaller.

Clark kneels beside him, keeping his voice warm, steady. “We’re gonna figure this out, okay?”

The kid looks up at him, uncertain but desperate for reassurance. “…Okay.”

Clark smiles. “First thing’s first—what’s your name, kid?”

The boy hesitates, then mumbles, “…Danny.”

Watching them all die was evidence enough of that.

If he'd trained them properly, if he'd been there for them, then they wouldn't have died.

All of them came back, but that doesn't forgive that they died in the first place.

In their defense, it was really funny.

“Constantine,” Ember responded out of surprise more than acknowledgment. She hadn’t seen the guy since before she died. “When did you join the Justice League?!”

“Uh, few years ago?”

He knows because, in the middle of a fight against a deranged warlock, Phantom let out a small, warbling chirp in response to getting hit.

He'd quickly covered it up, but Constantine knows that that chirp is.

Sure, he can make the sound, and it sounds correct to human ears. But the flesh muffles the core resonance that accompanies the sound. Without that core resonance, to other ghosts, it sounds like mimicry.

Maybe it triggers an uncanny valley kind of response, where it sounds like something other trying to lure you in by pretending to be a baby.

And with Halfas being so rare and/or the Realms still in such disarray since Pariah was originally sealed (having lost the centralized knowledge and archives of a unified people as various smaller, independent factions arose in the High King's absence), no one knows about this unfortunate interaction of flesh and core in Halfas. If anyone ever did, that knowledge has long since been lost.

One day Skulker says he’s going to put a end to the creature that’s been terrorizing the infinite realms by amity park. So he broadcast his hunt across the realms like an episode of river monsters. Even some of Danny’s rogues come to watch from the sidelines. As Skulker chases Danny on one of the more rainforest looking floating islands.

Skulker takes it to far and basically gouges a hole in Danny’s chest somehow. Either with a new weapon or his hands and Danny is on the verge of dying. His core is now exposed as the flesh hurries to regenerate to cover it. However the whole realms is now hearing the frantic, pleas and scared whimpers and cries of a baby. As Danny has tears in his eyes as his struggling to free himself from Skulkers grasp.

Skulker himself his traumatize upon realizing. All this time. He was hunting and hurting a child, a literal baby who was lost and confused and just needed some help. Who’s ignorance on ghost culture and life wasn’t a facade but genuine because he was newly dead. Who’s speed and fighting weren’t predatory instincts but adrenaline induced fight or flight responses to keep him alive from the threat…..them. They were the threat. The ghost child as he called him in disgust and mockery was just that. A child. A infant. A new born. He looked upon the bloody scared face of the kid they knew. The fear the distrust. The panicked wide eyes that had seen too much.

They had made a grave mistake.

HurtPainFear

Was all that was felt across the realms as Danny’s cores screaming resonance was finally covered up by skin once more. Danny freed himself from Skulkers loosened grip and fled the scene.

He stumbles into Johns chest, shaking and with a mournful baby ghosts cry, he passes out in his "sad trench coat man"s arms.

John has been fighting for Danny to be recognized as a ghost newborn, but has been shoved away with a "You don't understand, Hellblazer. He is not what you think!" Every. Single. Time.

He even tried to track down The Ancient Of Time to get him to help, but when he could barely glimpse the tower in the distance, the young ghost under his arm, he was shoved away by The Observants. He basically begged them to let him see Time, but was refused.

And now... he has a newborn with a huge gash in his chest, the ectoplasm trying to cover his core, still bright green as it desperately tried to heal him. Danny couldn't swallow in this state, so John just poured some healing potions over Dannys chest and prayed that it would work to help his... friend.

That's when John heard his alarms start to blare through The House of Mystery.

Someone was portalling into his home when he was only just starting to try and heal his young... son friend.

That's when he saw them.

Ghosts.

The bright tear gives John a sneaking suspicion of what is on the other side, and gives him plenty of time to ready a spell. He doesn't know if he can beat something already dead and powerful enough to snap his many wards to prevent portaling into the House of Mysteries, but like hell is he gonna let those bastards finish Phantom off without a fight.

The only reason John doesn't immediately try to blast the first thing out of the swirling green vortex to kingdom come is because it's a bag. A big, black leather bag that looks to be bulging with whatever is inside; held aloft by a big white paw. But most importantly, the bag is adorned with some patches, the most prominent of which is a bright green drop inside an ice blue diamond. The Realms' universal symbol for healers. It's not enough for John to completely drop his guard, but it is enough for him to hear out the furry face that follows the bag into his living room.

"I greet you. I am Chief Frostbite of the Far Frozen, foremost healer in all the Realms. There is a gravely injured infant ghost in your care. I come only to provide the medical attention he desperately needs. Will you allow me to attend him?" As he speaks, the hairy beast lowers himself to a kneel. Even bent and bowed, he's taller than John. Which might have been terrifying if he weren't so damn pissed.

"Oh now someone believes me? I spent months trying to convince just one of your lot the kid was a fresh-corpse. And suddenly someone listens, while he's almost ended? Right. Why should I believe a word out of your muzzle, Sasquatch?" John makes no attempt to hide his derision, but the ghost's face shows no sign of offense. Just calm certainty.

"I am a yeti. Chief Frostbite of the Far Frozen, forem-"

"Most healer in all the Realms. Whatever. How do I know you aren't just here to finish what was started? Hell, how do I know you didn't start it yourself?" Still, not a flicker of a flinch.

"I am a healer. It would be a defiance of my own core to do intentional harm to another being, ghost or not. I will swear to this on any oath you deem fit. I will allow myself bound by any magic that would ease you. As long as you will allow me to attend him." The ghost speaks plainly, not a hint of deception. And John is pretty damn good at sniffing out deception.

"Why now? How did you even know to come, and why come now? This isn't the first time the" (his) "kid has been hurt real bad. The worst, sure, but not the first. Where were you those other times? Or when I was searching the whole blasted Realms for just one ghost to listen when I told them Phantom was a baby? How come I've never even heard of you, oh foremost healer in all the Realms."

"I know because his core cried out so loud and so powerful, all the Realms resonated with it. I am uncertain why I would not have heard the cry before. Though even if I had, I would not have been able to come. It is no surprise you did not find me or my people. On the Orders of Pariah Dark — who valued brute strength above all else and viewed healing and those who provided it as lesser — all healers were exiled to the furthest reaches of the habitable Zone. It is only in recent weeks that we have felt that restriction lifted from our cores."

"Why's that? What changed?"

"Pariah Dark was awakened, challenged, and defeated. The Crown must have recognized the Victor and accepted them as the new King."

John isn't one to be swayed by pretty words; but there is something to be said for the yeti's prompt, clear answers and neutral tone easing the worst of his paranoia. Either he's a damn fine liar or he's telling the truth. Still, a small bit of insurance couldn't hurt. Especially not when the beastie offered it.

"Swear it. Swear on your own core, and those of your people, that you will heal Phantom, not hurt him."

"I swear upon my core, and the cores of my people, I will not intentionally harm Phantom and I will do my best to heal him." Smart bastard, shifting the wording just so. But fine.

"Fine, come o-" Before John can even finish the sentence, the ghost yeti is gone. Not even a second later, Phantom's core cries out. John turns and bursts into the room, where Frostbite is already unpacking his bag. A few tools, wrappings, and vials and vials of ectoplasm, various shades and labeled in, definitely not English. Frostbite speaks lowly, comfortingly, to Phantom. Who doesn't even seem to be actually awake. His core must have reacted instinctively to the other ghost's presence. There is also a deep rumble from the yeti's core, which is probably, hopefully doing most of the work of soothing his the unconscious kid.

"Why did you even need my agreement if you could get to him anyway?" For the first time in their entire interaction, Frostbite seems shocked, appalled even by the question.

"I could not exclude you from his care unless you acted directly against his needs! You are his Mother!" For a few seconds, John can only sputter.

"Do I look like a bloody bird to you, mate!?" Frostbite flicks his gaze back to him for half a second, then returns to his task. He has everything out now and begins by pressing some kind of scope to Phantom's still exposed core.

"No, you appear to be a normal human mage." Goddammit. John pinches between his eyes a moment. If he wasn't terrified of what exposing his insides to smoke could do to the kid, he'd so need a cigarette.

"That's not... I meant, do I look like a female to you?"

"No. What does that have to do with anything? Also, what potions have you dumped on him? What were the ingredients? They shouldn't, but it is wise to ensure there will be no unexpected interactions with my ectoplasmic medicines."

"Just a bunch of basic healing potions." John grabs a book with recipes off his shelf. "First bookmark. I keep 'em on hand. And I don't know what things are like wherever yetis come from, but for humans mothers are typically female." Frostbite reads over the page quickly, humming lightly.

"Hmm, linguistic semantics then. Mother is likely the closest English translation matching in both definition and common connotation."

He nods sharply and sets the book aside, returning his attention to Phantom. He starts with pouring a small steady stream of ectoplasm directly onto Phantom's core, which John now sees has a small fissure in it the ectoplasm is flowing in to. The core soaks it in so quickly, not a drop makes it though the hole in his the kid's chest to the sheets below. John is starting to feel awkward just standing there so he grabs a chair in sits by his the kid's side.

"Closest English translation to what?" Just the fresh, concentrated ectoplasm is already helping way more than his potions did. John can tell. Ectoplasmic flesh is already stretching across the chasm in his his his the kid's rib cage.

Frostbite stops pouring the ectoplasm in before it can cover the core. Apparently doc still needs access to it as he reaches for one of his jars of slightly off color ectoplasm, this one tinted with a bright, ice blue. "To how his core calls out to you."

Oh.

Shit.

Does John have a kid now?

Frostbite picks up a small glob.

At least this one is already dead.

Frostbite reaches for the fissure.

How bad could he possibly fuck this up?

The moment the yeti makes contact with his kid's core, Phantom jerks up. Suddenly awake. And screaming.

A farshee wail to put Canary to shame.

But only for half a second, before he collapses back into the bed.

A flash of light.

White hair becomes black.

Pale skin becomes sun-kissed.

A core becomes an erratically beating heart while the, smaller, but still present hole exposing it starts weeping red.

Love the medical symbol and explanation.

This means that Frostbite's arrival is independant of Skulker or any other Rogues. There's trouble incoming!!

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"Are...are you like Superman?" One of them asks.

"Uhhhhhh no," if he admits to that there will be too much power overlap between that and Phantom, and someone's gonna make the connection. "I'm Atlantean. My family was banished like, what, two or three generations ago. I didn't really pay attention to it too much."

"Oh! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to bring up bad blood."

"Nah, it wasn't anything super bad, but having an affair with an unmarried Royal will get almost anyone kicked from any country with a King or Queen."

Danny is, in fact, pulling this entirely out of his ass, basing it off of some historical lesson Clockwork had insisted on giving him.

Danny is also correct, and that's a real thing that happened in his family history; his father is the bastard brother of the previous Atlantean King. Not the current one and his brother, but the King before them, which makes Danny and Jazz their cousins, and Jack their uncle.

By saying this outloud, like it was no big deal, to someone he didn't realize was livestreaming, he's started the beginnings of a political upheaval in Atlantis.

There's a few people who still have issues with their current choices for King, and crave a different choice.

Different choices that don't know anything about any underwater politics and are impressionable teenagers, or a man that appears to be an absolute moron.

People, options, they think they can easily manipulate.

They did not take into account the sheer baggage that comes with Danny and Jazz's existence, or how neither of them particularly want anything to do with Atlantis at all.

Jazz, being the sister of the heir aka Danny, is given the title of High Princess of the infinite realms. And Jazz trying to be a supportive sister seeing how exhausted Danny looks, tries to help him with the workload and just ends up equally as exhausted. Who knew even the dead had paperwork? And who is this guy named John who takes up 25% of the complaints??

In summary, they were both equally as exhausted and we're so so done. So when some Atlantean people showed up to their door, talking about how the new King is unfit for the role, and how they have royal blood and hence have a claim to the throne yada yada yada. Their intentions were just so clear it was like looking through a clear lake. They obviously want to overthrow the new King and have another king who they can manipulate for their benefit. In summary? More Political stuff added to other problems. No thanks, that's another Kingdom's problems not theirs. So when they started singing praises of power and greatness to tempt them, they had enough.

Danny: "haha, no" Random!Atlantean: "eh- what do you mean no??" Danny: "I mean no, you want to hear it in Spanish? no✨"

And shuts the door in their face. Arthur, already having a headache about the whole situation due to the political implications set by this event. Arthur has no qualms directed towards his new cousins, but knowing that there were some members of the council which already didn't like him—had approached his newly discovered cousins, he thought that meeting them would be a good idea, before any of those bastards can corrupt their minds, and above all, to see if their healthy, he knows that they have been far from the ocean, and is worried how it may have affected their health.

Arthur had requested a meeting with the two to make sure they were okay and to tell me of what was happening. Whike Arthur was explaining things to them, Danny had raised his hand as if requesting to speak. Arthur noted on how pokited his little cousin was, he was still a kid after all.

Danny: "so you're saying that were Royalty?" Arthur: "by blood, yes"

Maybe Danny should have listened to what those crazy people were saying when they showed up Infront of their door, then again he was exhausted and could barely contemplate what they were talking about at the time.

Danny: "ugghhh, more responsibilities. Yeah, we don't want to be involved in this political stuff. No offense, it's nice to be your family and all but I can't handle ruling two kingdoms!!"

Arthur: "What-?"

Jazz: "No more titles please, the more titles the more responsibility it holds. It's really exhausting"

Danny: "Yeah!! I haven't even been coronated yet and they already want to put another crown on me!!"

Ghosts in the Zone who died violent deaths, who were murdered, need their murderers brought to justice.

Usually, it's due to a lack of evidence that they aren't.

So Danny uses himself as bait to get the evidence required, letting the murderer "kill" him as an unidentified John Doe, and then disappears from the morgue after the autopsy (turns out that while autopsy's sting a bit, it's like getting a few cavities drilled; if he's patient and doesn't fall asleep, it's over before he knows it, and he's free to go).

Danny is letting a corrupt cop "kill" him this time, but it's a bit more violent than he intended, because in the middle of the cop's speech one of the local vigilantes showed up.

The cop panicked.

The cop went outside of their MO and stabbed Danny in the chest.

Now Danny has a vigilante ignoring the cop, who is getting away, in favor of trying to save Danny.

"It's fine, stop," Danny groans, trying to ignore the blood coming up his throat. Gross, he hates this part, ew. "I'm already dead."

"Did you at least catch the guy?" Danny propped himself up on his elbows to look at the people digging around his insides.

One of them tried to put a gas mask on him.

"No, no." Danny ducked and dodged the mask. "Answer the question."

"You can't be awake during surgery." One of them claimed. Falsely, seeing as Danny totally is awake.

He sat up fully, holding his guts with his hands. "Look, don't worry about me. This guy's killed before. Do you know who he was? Where he went? He needs to be cought. It's important."

"Sweety, your continued existence is important." How is she even debating this? He's fine.

Danny accidentally dropped one of his kidneys. It was dangling off the table by a... whatever kidneys are attached with. Gooey rope?

She didn't like that.

12 days. 12 DAYS! That's how long they wanted to keep him there. Obviously, he dipped (into the floor when no one was watching), but this Bumblebee, as she called herself, is relentless. Not only did she find him again, being held at stabpoint by the same guy. She tended to his wounds again! Instead of watching the guy!

"You know what would really help me? If he were in jail! Or prison! Then this couldn't happen again." Danny scolded while one of the doctors held his trachea closed. "Better yet, throw him down a really deep hole. Then he can never do this to anyone again, but NoOOooOoo." He dramatically raised his arms above his head, splattering everyone with blood. "I had to get stuck with Watson when I asked for a Sherlock. Do me a favor. Stop saving my life, and just solve my murder."

...

So it turns out the things you say can be used against you, even when you haven't committed a crime.

That's how Danny found himself in a meta human mental hospital. Who knew the power dampening collars worked on ghosts? Or is it because he's half human?

On an unrelated note. There sure are a lot of vengeful ghosts here.

I used this random superhero generator, which gave me Bumblebee, I know very little about her. Just teen titans and young justice.

*Trying to explain that he can't let himself be attacked to solve a crime just because he can handle it. That's what the heroes, police, and detectives are for*

*Danny:*

😑🤨

*Looking around at the enraged ghosts that only he can see because of lack of healthy ecto*

And you're doing a FABULOUS job so far!

🙃😌

Tell me, have you caught the ones who attacked me yet or have you just shrugged and called it a cold case?

😃😇

*Suddenly a boy who looks like Danny's twin walks in*

Dante!

😍

HELP these people SUCK at solving crimes and they won't stop saving me in order to CATCH THE CRIMINALS!!!!!!

😭🤬👿

*Danny's eyes flash noticeably Lazarus Green, even with the dampener on, to the horror of the hero*

And they've stuck this stupid collar on me THAT SOMEHOW *WORKS!!!!!!!!!!*

*Dante:*

*Bypassing the fact that his twin has let himself be attacked, to the shock, horror, and confusion of the hero and listening officers*

😳

How'd they pull THAT off?!

🤯

*A frustrated Danny:*

I DON'T KNOW!!!!!!

🤬🤬🤬

That and they can sense ... SOMETHING in Dante that makes them instinctively think 'ONE OF US'.

Joker is LOVING the vibe coming off of him. Like he had one HELL of a Bad Day in the past. Joker, and the other villains, NEEDS to find out what.

Rita looked half guilty, half proud. "Mine never tried to kill himself."

Karen(aka bumblebee): Danny, your actions show a worrying lack of self-care, respect of your own body and were incredibly self-destructive both physically and mentally. We put you here and cut off your powers to try and make you see that you can be vulnerable and that your self sacrificing actions are signs of being mentally unwell.

"Wrong!" The guy leaped onto the table and held his hands out in a look at me gesture. "I am the infamous James Jesse." The strange man leaned down with his legs still straight, to be make eyecontact with Danny. "But most call me the ◆Trickster◆." He said with flair.

"Cool, are you done with the orange marker, Trickster?"

The Trickster looked over to his own drawing. "Oh," he leaped back down and picked up the orange marker. "Yeah, you can have it." He picked up his safety scissors and started folding up his paper.

Danny started coloring in his dinosaur but couldn't help but look over to what James was doing. He seemed like a friendly guy, if a little odd. He didn't give off the same emotions as the others. Granted, most of the people in Danny's groups were suiciadal, and this was the first time he'd met someone during free time. "Hey, Trickster. What are you making?"

"Tadaa~" The Trickster unfolded his paper to reveal a bunch of running men. But they were all loose.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Are you going to try again?"

"Sorry? This was the plan!" He sounded like children's game show host. "See, if I left them still connected, they would be running in different directions." He snapped his fingers in an animated way. "I want them all to be running the same direction. That way, it looks like one man running really fast. HaHa. Like my old buddy the Flash." He leaned in close to Danny. "He's coming to visit me later today. Hmhm." He smiled. "Every Thursday, at exactly 5:45 in the afternoon."

That must be it. The anticipation. Danny turned to look at the clock behind him. "So, in fifteen minutes?"

"Nooo~ that clock is always 10 minutes late." He went back to his crafts for a moment before he realized and ran off in a hurry.

Danny smiled and calmly got up. He picked up the Tricksters cutouts and quietly walked over to the drawers. He placed them in the one marked James Jesse.

"They're in the basement. Look in the basement. So many. Go look. Find them. He, he, he tried to kill me." The craft room ghost insisted.

Danny made eye contact with her as subtle as he could. "Follow me to the table."

She barely reacted. She didn't even seem surprised that he could see her.

"Who's in the basement." Danny whispered as he sat down.

"They put them in the basement, I know. He tried to kill me because I know." She had an accent, sounded Korean. "There were too many. They hid them in the basement."

"Who?"

"They're there. You have to save them." Death is already disorienting enough. But if a ghost is here, they most likely weren't in great shape already.

"Ok, I'll do what I can." Danny looks around the room. In one corner is an orderly with a sudoku book. He walks over to her and asks, "How old is this asylum?"

"Sweety, we don't call mental hospitals asylums anymore."

"What about Arkham?"

"Arkham is entirely it's own thing."

"Sure, whatever. How old is this mental hospital."

"Old as shit, kid. Try Butts, he's the librarian."

"Butts?"

"Larry Butts, the librarian. He's all about spooky architecture and history."

"Thank you." As danny walked away, he couldn't help but think the whole interaction felt almost like a cutscene in a video game. It was actually kind of nice to get a straight answer for once. If only the people of Amity Pa-

"No! Let go of me! I didn't do anything!" She yelled as two other orderlies dragged her out of the room. As they did, it became more apparent that her uniform didn't fit right and she wasn't wearing shoes.

The library was just as active as any other room in the building. In that, there were about 3 other people there. Danny walked up to the librarians' desk, but no one was there.

He looked around. The living people were all dressed in the patient sweatpants and t-shirt. There were two ghosts there. The man was dressed in a bloody hospital gown and the little girl in a frilly dress with poofy sholders. She... did not look like a patient.

Danny checked the name plate on the desk. Andrew Holt... Ofcorse. He got the info from someone in a stolen uniform. Why did he believe her?

Okay, calm down, Danny. Maybe Larry Butts, the guy who knows the buildings' history, is real. He's just not the librarian. Yeah, that could be right. And even if it isn't, he's stuck in here for another 68 hours anyway. He might as well wait.

This library's selection of space books is pathetic. Most of them are pop-ups. Pop-ups! What is this? Grade school? Danny opened one of them. The pop-up mechanisms are ruined, of course. He did manage to find a total of 3 books about space that were written for adults. They looked like they were written in the 1800s, so he did have to take the information in them with a grain of salt, but either way, it's helping, and more importantly, wearing out his collar.

"Daniel Nightingale." A man in a doctor's coat slammed his hand on the table, startling Danny. "You skipped group therapy, lunch, weigh-in, one on one therapy, dinner, and it's time for bed."

Danny rubbed his eyes. He wasn't tired. They just tended to get a little starry (literally) when he engaged with his space obsession. He turned the book he was reading to the front page to sign the checkout record. There were only two names already there:

Ladie Savage

Larry Butts

Danny quickly opened the other two books.

Anthony Willgrow

Brian Grassley

Larry Butts

Winifred Harshly

Amelia Childs

Larry Butts

Larry Butts

Michael Allen

He's in all of them. Danny rushed to the nearest shelf. He pulled out one of the books and turned to the first page. The list was full of names, and Larry Butts appeared 4 times. He checked another book. Larry Butts. Another book. 6 Larry Butts in a row. Danny switched to the next section. Astrology (they have 40 goddamn astrology books but only 3 on astronomy!?! >: [ ) first book, Larry Butts, second book, Larry Butts, third book, Larry Butts. "Who is Larry Butts?" Danny snapped at the doctor.

"He's just the library ghost."

"The schedule is there for a reason. We need to make sure you're mentally stable."

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Right away, things are odd.

Her job is simple; janitorial duties.

The very first thing they give her is a thermos, and tell her to never, ever put food in it, but that she has to keep it on her at all times. The thermos is not allowed to leave the building.

She is only cleared to clean one room; the entrance. That is it. Another janitor has to pick up her trash once her trash is full and take it somewhere else.

Sometimes agents come in with white boxes that drip green, for which she has to put on a hazmat suit to clean up and, afterwards, undergo a few medical tests.

The agents, however, never have to wear those hazmat suits.

Sometimes there are protests from the nearest town hosted outside, and if that happens, Lois gets bundled away out through a different exit that she must remain blindfolded while led to.

One month in, and during a medical test one of the doctors eyes light up.

They say she's 'strong enough' to survive the next clearance level.

Lois bites her lip, swallows her questions, and dedicates herself to finding answers.

The next clearance level is cleaning bathrooms in Section 1, the point just past the entrance.

She doesn't intend to stay much longer; she's getting more questions than answers, and this is looking like something that Clark would be better suited to handling with a few of his League friends.

The bathrooms have rules of their own.

Third stall from the left in every bathroom is to never be opened, no matter what she hears or if anyone is calling for help.

Never, ever try to reload the paper towels unless she's tazed it with a specialized tazer three times prior to touching the dispenser.

But; she can finally go to the dumpster out back! Which is great, because there's a way through the fence that they don't realize local raccoons created.

Exit point secured.

On her last day, with her exit planned and Jimmy already waiting for her in a predetermined location, the bathroom stall third from the left creaks open, and out staggers a bleeding, heavily injured teenager.

He has white hair, glowing green eyes, a black and white jumpsuit, and he only looks at her with despair and tired acceptance before passing out, reverting to black hair and normal clothes.

Lois barely gives herself half a second to process what she just saw.

Then she's removing the trash from the trash bin, laying the bin on it's side and roughly shoving the injured teenager inside of it, placing the bag full of trash on top of him, hurriedly cleaning blood off of the cart, bin, and herself, and speed walking to the dumpsters out back.

If she can get him out through that opening and into her car, Jimmy can drive them to the nearest hospital, and...

Wait.

Hospitals are...probably not a super great idea, given where the teenager staggered out of.

Okay, change of plans.

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He was not anticipating falling through a glowing green portal into a hellscape of green and purple, only to fall through that and land on a floating island that looks like a rain forest.

And he really, really wasn't anticipating needing to haul the newer hero, Phantom he thinks, through said forest as he tries to outrun a deranged floating robot hunter that wants to skin the kid.

Except he didn't think far enough about what he was going to do once he got to the edge of the island, because now he's at the edge of it, overlooking a green abyss, and staring down the barrel of a gun.

He's injured, he's bleeding from multiple places, and something's wrong with Phantom; the kid won't wake up.

"You made this hunt fun," his hunter says, clearly happy. "For this I will award you, mortal, and take your pelt for my wall to rest alongside Phantom's."

Jimmy does not want that.

Jimmy is pretty sure Phantom does not want that.

Jimmy decides to jump off the side of the island with Phantom in tow.

The hunter dives after them, the gun's aim never wavering, only for him to get attacked by a bunch of...vultures?

Vultures that grab him and Phantom and drag them to another portal, one not far off.

He's thrown into a lab. Because of course he is.

There's a Count Dracula knock off staring down at him, glowing red eyes surprised.

"Well well well, who is this?" He asks, voice lilting. "One of his little friends?"

"Su-!" A cold hand closes around his throat, cutting off the cry before it can finish.

"Oh, don't bother him, he's busy with that alien invasion that's still ongoing," Dracula tells him, using the other hand to pick Phantom up and pull him away from Jimmy.

Jimmy's hand snaps to his watch only for the watch to be blown off his wrist with a flash of light and a burning sensation.

"If I'm being completely honest, I've no idea what to do with you. A human? In my lab?"

"It's more likely than you think!" One of the vultures crows, before being smacked into silence by it's brethren.

Dracula sighs, like he's being put upon, and drags Jimmy to a different section of the lab, ignoring the human's weakening struggles.

Just when Jimmy thinks he's about to pass out from lack of oxygen, he's thrown into a cell, and glowing bars slam down after him.

"Sit tight, I'll make you forget you were ever here later," Dracula orders him, hefting up Phantom with one hand and frowning. "I may have misjudged how much to drug him with, if he's still stuck in this form. Oh well."

Then Dracula shrugs, and walks off to a far more horrifying part of the lab with tubes big enough to house people, and weird green liquid running through tubes connected to needles.

Jimmy needs to get out, and he needs to take Phantom with him.

And luckily for him, he's pretty sure Dracula accidentally set off the watch when he shot it off his arm.

~~~~~~

Vlad had, in his defense, warned Daniel that if he tried to go into battle as injured as he was then he would drug the boy and force him to undergo medical treatment.

Sure, he hadn't meant to drag in one of his little civilian human friends, but it's fine, he'll just put the red-head aside while he works on Daniel.

He is, after all, trying to be 'good' now.

But good does not mean kind, and he made no promises about being 'nice'.

So he'll handle the little human later, once Daniel is sorted out.

And he's pretty sure B isn't doing his job when it comes to making sure his partners are okay during missions.

Or, sorry, 'trips'.

...Missions, it's missions, fuck pretending he doesn't know.

He's so, so tired of Tim coming back held together with duct tape and excuses.

So he summons a protection spirit to tag along the next time B drags Tim into trouble.

~~~~~~

Danny Phantom isn't too sure what the hell happened; one moment, he was eating cereal.

Finally he reached out and froze the paper into a block of ice. "Okay dude, Take a breath and explain this calmly or I am walking. Who are you, and what do you want?" Blondie looked shattered at the frozen pages. "I'm...wait, I'm not supposed to use my real name, am I? Not unless we have a contract." Danny rolled his eyes. "I really don't care, but my patience is getting thin." "Right, um, well, you're a Spirit of Protection, right? There's someone, he's my life. I love him. But he's constantly putting himself in danger to protect other people. And as much as I wish he would stop, I could never ask him to. It's who he is. But I'm so afraid that each night will be the one I get the call that I'll never see him again. That each goodbye will be my last words to him. I just want someone watching his back."

Danny could admit to himself that he softened considerable at being called a Protection Spirit. For so long he'd been viewed as a malicious entity or abomination, so it was nice. And did make him want to help this guy. The problem was, as a protective spirit...he was already spoken for. Could he leave Amity short term? Yes, especially if he had time to get someone to cover. Could he bodyguard this one guy every night? No. Maybe if he could duplicate himself well enough that there would be a second him that could be autonomous, almost like a-

A clone. Which he had.