I don't necessarily know why this would happen, but I think it would be funny if all of Amity Park found out that Phantom was in fact Danny and got petty about it.
The town: sometimes we can still hear his voice
Danny: quit telling everyone I'm dead
Like they write him an obituary, the student body mourns him, there are parades in his honor, a ceremonial memorial mounted in the local cemetery, and Danny just watches this all go down like wtf?? I'm not dead dead.
People start telling his ghost story and it's wildly inaccurate.
Whenever people do see him they either pretend they haven't, throw flowers in his face, or start acting like they're participating in a seance.
Cashier: I feel a presence... I think... I think Danny may be among us.
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Later Danny would confess to Damian that he thought it was cliche waking up to the beeping of medical equipment. Loose limbed as thoughts drifted alongside sensations without identifying most and or acknowledging others.
Beeping and humming accompanied each drifting moment of wakefulness. conversations fluttered in and out.
"- watched the season finale and I can't believe how much it sucked! It was like Game of Thrones all over again! I mean, if she's evil then they need to maker her commit! Reforming her for such a loser!"
"Yeah, hey. Help me with this."
Waking much later to a much louder voice.
"Are you fucking serious? Which asshole handcuffed him? Fuck, ask maintenance for bolt cutters."
That cold feeling of metal came and went a few times. Feeling sharp attention on him, unfamiliar and non-threatening. Poised and calm.
What had he been doing? He'd been....Arkham...waiting. There were chess sets and Bruce?
Bruce. He'd been scheduled to meet Bruce....so why was he in the hospital? Why was he hurt? Curiosity gave him reason to force his eyes open. Night had invaded his room. Lights were dimmed and the window curtains were half open to reveal the brilliant lights of Gothams skyline. A figure on the distant rooftop rose to stand with fabric flaring behind them before vanishing over the edge. Then something beeped much louder and rapidly.
It summoned nurses and doctors. Something flipped the switch and Danny whined at the lights and the battery of tests that followed. He smacked his lips a few times until someone lifted the mask. "Bu...ce?"
"Doctor!"
"Coming." A short, dumpy woman with locks tied into a neat bun at the nape of her neck, leaned over the bed. Someone poked a straw into his mouth. "Yes?"
He head lolled to the side. "Bruce....where....?" Where was Burce? Was he alright? He had to be! He was a billionaire!
"Bruce Wayne?" Movement stilled behind her.
"Hmmmm....talk." They were supposed to talk. Weren't they?
Fuck! He couldn't remember! He couldn't even say what he was thinking? He wanted get up! To eat something solid! Danny sank into his thoughts without realizing that he'd fallen asleep.
When he came up and began to think again Danny was aware of the beeping. People were talking. he could hear..Vlad! No! SHIT!
There was the collar! Vlad was going to stick him in the fucking collar and he couldn't let it happen again.
" - readings are spiking! Get the bandages off his neck! Let me look!"
VLAD! HE WAS BACK! THERE WAS SOMETHING TIGHT AROUND HIS NECK AGAIN! SHIT! SHIT! He tried to reach up. Grab at the bastards trying to hold him down. Sound filtered through the panic. Voices arguing. Someone yelling.
"- healed enough then get the damn bandages off!"
Hands on his neck! Danny tried to drag himself up and off the infirmary cot. Guards in identical uniforms hovered around the room, waiting. All in white. All holding long restraints.
"Danny! It's alright! It's alright! Can you hear me?" This time something touched the back of his hand which he seized with as much strength as he could.Warm. too warm. A rough, calloused hand that was just...warm? None of Vlad's cold, soft touches with claws...it was a bit like holding Dad's hand.
Danny shoved that thought away. His Dad was gone, wasn't he? He'd been gone....Maybe he was dead for real this time?
"Danny. I know you're scared. It's pretty scary, but I need to help you. There's...a scarf around your throat and it just got a little too tight."
A scarf? His eyes flickered open. Everything blurred but he could just make out the dark head of hair and blue eyes of his dad.
Dad? Dad...he'd help Danny untangle the Christmas lights he'd gotten trapped in a trap for Santa...he could do it. His fingers twitched.
"Okay. You'll hear some scissors. Okay. I'll just." Dad tried to pull his hand away but Danny didn't let go. His dad whispered to someone else. "Okay. I'll keep holding your hand. Just trust me. We'll get that scarf off and you'll be okay."
There were more callouses...more scars than Danny was used to but there were familiar ones. Pinpricks from tools and machinery, callouses from fighting and sparring with Mom.
Danny could breath all at once. That scarf was gone...he could breathe.
#$#$#
Danny's grip slackened just enough to for Bruce to withdraw his stiff, ice coated fingers into a bowl of water. His hissed, almost yelping as the ice began to freeze the water.
"Get his hands out!"
"Holy shit! The ice transferred?"
A more accurate description would be that it had infected the water and beginning to encroach on the bowl. It was bitterly freezing. He'd scaled some the highest peaks. Been to outer space. Visited the Fortress of Solitude but it was this was something else. Worse. Colder than a grave. Blinding pain wracked through his torso. He ignored the nurses and doctors trying to chip the ice away.
"Danny? Danny, I need you to take a deep breath." All eyes watched that narrow chest inflate slightly. "Okay. Let it out slowly. That's right, control."
He'd met a aliens, magicians, wizards, metas, Gods, and aliens. Yet, it was a scruffy teenager who'd come the closest to making him want to bash his head into the wall because of pain. Blinking back tears of pain he continued to speak; guiding Danny until the tension loosened in his body. With every breath the ice retreated until it was gone and the doctor's could finally look at the frostbite.
He'd never seen frostbite set in so quickly.
But as the nurses fussed over his hands, Bruce turned back where Danny was finally asleep. Finally resting.
The inconvenience of frostbite was a price he had no trouble paying.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Wayne." Dr. LeAreo heaved a deep breath. Entering his newly assigned room where Bruce had been typing with his free hand. "I can't thank you enough."
"Oh, just trying to help." He winced faintly as she double checked the bandages.
"We all appreciate it. I know that you're not actually his foster parent."
"I'd still like to visit, Doctor."
"Well, I was hoping you would. It's...well. he's badly injured and I don't know exactly what happened in the research center but one of my friends cousins girlfriend has been telling everyone how he saved everyone. How he talked to her when he broker her out of the ice. The officers kept putting handcuffs on him. We cut them off." She explained when his eyebrows rose. "I think they gave up after the seventh pair....and maybe the receptionist threatened to take the bolt cutters to an officers dick if he kept trying."
"That would have been a sight to see. A little bloody."
"Oh, we can clean up blood very well. That's fine.
She took a quick step away before pacing to the window. Back to the bed to check his chart and the rest of the machinery.
Nervous. Cautious. Confused. Afraid. "Mr. Wayne....do you believe in magic?"
Magic? He's seen enough of it to loathe it and it's wielders. "Hard not to when Zatanna and Captain Marvel make a regular appearance."
LeAreo shrugged before scrubbing her hand down her face. "I mean....gods of some sort. I...I'm going to sound crazy, but when I'm in the operating room sometimes I see people. Saints, dead family members, I'm pretty sure I saw an angel once too. One time, I was operating and it was going well but a demon crawled out of the floor and clawed her soul out of her body. Then there was a cardiac event which we couldn't find a reason for, but I know what I saw. Alright. Please, Mr. Wayne, you need to believe me."
Gods? Magic? Demons and saints in a hospital room? It made sense but why? Most gods thought Gotham was a hellhole and even demons could get shanked in an alley. Still, Bruce nodded. "I believe you."
Letting out a gust of desperate air the doctor straightened. "When I was in operation for...Mr. Fenton I saw something. A figure. It...he? Called the on-call anesthesiologist his acolyte. It had a conversation with Mr. Fenton because during the surgery he woke up. He tried to move until this figure came around to calm him down. Well, then it asked for a box of variety macarons."
Bruce decided to settle for a nod. "Did you get a variety pack?"
"Yes. I did....but...he just needs someone in his corner. Someone people can see and interact with. I mean, if he's got this....God of Anesthesiology trying to help then that's cool too. " She slumped and sank into a chair. "I'm sorry. It's....I pull shifts in the ER and there's always so much shit happening in Gotham. The violence, the drugs, the lunatics, the....fucking everything. The things that come into the ER with them? A little girl following her body....she still had a heartbeat I....it's just not. Please help him. I know you already have your hands full."
Bruce considered the rapidly graying hair, premature wrinkles and how defeat was noosed around her neck; pulling more tightly as time passed. "I was hoping to do that."
Dr. LeAreo sobbed faintly and jerkily. "He's just a kid. I don't understand how they could put a collar on him! I'm sorry." Jerking to her feet she fled the room and left Bruce with the deeply uncomfortable realization that he'd have to contact Constantine.
Has anyone ever wondered what will happen if both Danny Fenton & Danny Phantom somehow "switched roles" in a way that the human-half(Fenton) becomes the ghost-half, and the ghost-half(Phantom) becomes the human-half instead of them being their usual half-selves when they separate???? Like what will happen?? How will they deal with it?? Like do they still get along orr.. And how does it affect the both of them in this kind of scenario?? How will others react though? Will there be some kind of 'plausible' improvement that could further improve character growth if possible?? I have so many questions man. Although I don't know how to worded this out better 'cause English isn't really my first language but please someone tell me I'm not crazy and dumb for ever wondering about this. Idk man someone pls help me
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