"Bruce? I think you lost one of your kids."
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Danny is a Janitor at the Daily Planet, he knows that Clark Kent is Superman, and he knows that Mr. Kent is in a bit of a sticky situation; he can’t go be Superman because he can’t be in two places at once, and the cult that’s holding up the entire Daily Planet with weapons that range from guns to machetes are not inclined to let him have an opportunity to dip.
So Danny takes a deep breath.
Holds it.
Lets it out.
Grabs his mop and goes to cause a distraction.
He can use his ghost powers to survive any bullets or swinging machetes, but he’s going to entirely rely on the training his Mom drilled into his head to take all these clowns out, or to at least cause a big enough distraction that Mr. Kent can go ‘disappear’ and get Superman.
But he’s 100% confident that he can take all these idiots on.
After all, his Mom’s ‘goal’ for him and Jazz was to be able to 1v1 Batman, and when she learned that Danny was Phantom, her training had only gotten more strict on both of them. Their mom’s line of thinking had been that if they were capable of going toe to toe with Batman, then they were capable of going toe to toe with the GIW and walking away.
Jazz specializes in ranged or one on one combat.
But Danny?
Danny specializes in one versus an entire group. He thrives in using his abilities to redirect attacks onto the assailants partners.
This is gonna be easy.
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Clark, preparing to use superspeed but trying to figure out the logistics of doing it in such a way that he won’t clue Perry, who he’s tied to, in on that he did the superspeed, feels his jaw drop a bit when the janitor starts methodically taking out the cult with a precision that makes Clark think this has to be one of Bruce’s kids or trainees.
"Hn," Bruce grunted into his earpiece, still only half listening as he sat at the batcomputer. Clark sounded fairly calm so whatever had happened was probably nothing too concerning. "Which one?"
"["Not sure, I don't recognize him-"] Well now that was noteworthy; Kent had met most of his kids- all of the boys, at least -so the fact that he could outright tell which one he was looking at was mildly alarming. Could be a rushed-disguise situation, but unless said mask included lead than Bruce doubted that would keep Clark from-
["-but he just took out, like, twenty-some armed cultists who had been holding the Daily Planet hostage?"]
"...You needed assistance?"
Perry: where did you learn to fight like that?
Danny: oh, my mum wanted me to be able to beat Batman in single combat.
*silence*
Danny: you know, in case there was a supervillain or mind controlled hero around?
*confused silence*
Danny: because if i could beat Batman, then i could theoretically handle myself against any powered opponent. At least until back up arrives... as much as I don't wanna test it, it would be kinda cool to say that I fist fought The Batman and survived...
Perry: kid, what?
Danny: *realises he probably should shut his mouth now*
Danny: *mumbles* not worth going to Gotham, though.. maybe if he came here? Nah. Dad would get upset, because then they'll have proof whether Batman is a ghost or not ...
Clark, meanwhile, is sitting slumped over at his desk, still on the phone to Bruce. He's mentally exhausted after the day's events.
Clark: you're not allowed in Metropolis as Batman anymore.
