It wasn’t often that Danny received a request from Lady Gotham, especially when it came to things like this. She had asked him to personally be the one to guide the spirit of man whose life would soon be coming to end. As odd as the request was, Danny trusted and respected the city spirit.
Which is why three days after their conversation Danny finds himself in Gotham standing at the end of the bed of none other than Alfred Pennyworth. He didn’t know anything other than the man’s name, but it was clear that he was loved. His family silently filled the room; the only sound being the heart monitor steadily announcing each heartbeat.
Despite being the Ghost King, Danny wasn’t really involved in this part; the dying process. Death he is familiar with, but not dying. The last time he was present for that had been his friend Tucker, and even that had been decades ago.
Dying is cruel in Danny’s opinion. All it does is take and take. It takes your health, your energy, your last laugh, your last thought, and yourself away from the others left behind.
He almost wishes that he said no to this request. As he thinks of everyone he loved have to go through this slow process. It is something that despite all the power he holds, Danny can’t make it any easier. All he could do was be there, hold their hand, and wait.
The heart monitor cries a banshee’s scream.
Quickly, someone turns the machine off. Allowing silence and grief to swallow the room once more. No screaming, no wailing, just turned heads with quiet tears. Danny isn’t here to share in the grief of strangers though. He’s here for what happens after death.
Looking up Danny meets the new spirit's eyes, “How are you feeling Mr. Pennyworth?”