Please by the gods take my bones from me they all suck
Danny always spends his Christmases alone since he left Amity Park. His friends are busy with their own celebrations and now he has an excuse to ditch the family ones?
Excellent
The decorations are everywhere and the damn songs wonāt stop playing, so he gets a hot cocoa and wanders to a graveyard where no one will bother him
Jokeās on him though, cuz it turns out there is someone sitting behind the headstone he pauses at to drink
Danny, who is having A Day and canāt be mugged anyway, asks whose headstone this giant fuck is chilling behind
Jason, also Going Through It, decides this is the perfect time to go full creep mode and say āmineā
He is not expecting some scraggly ass bastard to nod sagely and go āmoodā solely because Jason cannot work modern tech and does not have social media
They hang out in the graveyard for the rest of the night, not talking about the holiday and why they hate it, just Danny telling Jason about the stars and Jason telling Danny his favourite books
Itās not until he sees Jason in the line for coffee three weeks later that Danny realizes he wasnāt a ghost
Oh this is great. Danny fully thinks that he just hallucinated Jason or he was a lost spirit until he sees Jason with a iced caramel latte a local coffee shop.
Jason is less confused that the kid was real but more shocked they met again. Gotham is a very very big city. You really dont just happen to meet a complete stranger twice within the same month. Jason vented to the kid because he thought that he never was gonna see him again.
But lo and behold, its the exact same kid he talked to in the Graveyard whoās ordering the ungodly concoction of espresso and far too many pumps of pumpkin flavor at the front counter.
