Also something, or rather somebody was lying on him. That was a head on his chest, and legs tangled with his own. If not for the fact he could feel them breathing they could have been dead.

What in the world was going on?

Opening his eyes did nothing. It was completely dark. He reached up with his hands and all too soon they hit plush satiny fabric. Jason froze.

No.

It couldn’t be.

Desperately, he felt all around the ceiling of the too small padded box he was in. He couldn’t think about what it actually was. Because it couldn’t be! He pushed and nothing gave. No no no. This couldn’t happen. Not again.

Jason couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t breathe! He wheezed desperately pulling in air. Was he already out of oxygen? Bright dots swam in his vision. His heart pounded in his ears too loud in the silence.

He had to get out before it was too late!

He punched and pounded and scratched. But there was too little room. He couldn’t get a proper grip. Despair was like shadowy claws around his neck dragging him down. He was going to die here. He’d escaped once, but this time the coffin would keep him. Buried, slowly asphyxiating, consumed by worms and maggots, until there was nothing left.

“Jason, look at me!!” A glowing face suddenly pushed right up in front of him.

Jason stared in shock at the green eyed apparition.

“Hey,” the voice was softer this time and he felt cool gloved hands holding his head, thumbs gently rubbing the skin near his temples. “Are you with me now, Jason?”

Jason blinked, and suddenly the glowing face turning into vaguely familiar features.

“Danny?” Jason croaked. His throat hurt! Had he been screaming without even realizing?

Danny’s features softened into a smile. “Yeah it’s me. With a glow up, but still me.”

Jason did not know Danny very well, but he’d liked him well enough. He wondered hysterically if Tim knew the WE engineer he’d assigned to help Jason with the community center project could do this.

“Jason breathe with me.” He demonstrated with a deep breath that pressed their chests together.

Slowly, Jason took a deep breath and blew it out. There were less spots in his vision now.

“That’s it. Deep breaths. We’re okay.”

Jason shook his head. “Gonna run out of air.”

“No we’re not. We’re moving Jason, can you feel that? We’re in a car.”

And now that Danny had pointed it out he could feel the slight irregular trembling signifying they were driving slowly.

Jason nodded not trusting his voice. He glanced away, angry at himself for being weak and not realizing, for panicking over nothing - only to see the padded insides of the coffin reflecting blue-green in Danny’s light, his breath hitched. Quickly, he forced himself to look only at Danny - ethereal, glowing Danny with white starlight hair, beautiful and looking untouchable like a mirage, except he was pressed right against Jason, solid, but cool like a gust of wind on a warm day. And okay yeah, Jason could focus on Danny.

Danny blew cool air into Jason’s face in a sigh of relief, leaning his forehead on Jason’s and relaxing his body more fully onto Jason. He closed his eyes.

“You’re okay.” And this time it felt like he was reassuring himself.

Jason let his cramping grip on the plush ceiling go and hesitantly moved them to rest against Danny’s back, rubbing slightly in a hopefully soothing manner. The smooth fabric was skintight and didn’t leave anything to the imagination, a big difference from the loose graphic Tee-cardigan combo he’d worn the couple of times they’d met to discuss the project including today. Jason felt his cheeks warm.

“Not how I wanted to get into close quarters with you,” Danny huffed a breathless little laugh and moved back a few inches, enough that Jason could meet his half-lidded eyes.

“You wanted to get into close quarters with me?” Jason felt embarrassed by how rusty his voice was and swallowed thickly. He’d not even realized or considered Danny could have any interest in him.

Danny’s teeth flashed white in a sharp smile and his eyebrows - somehow still black - did a silly little wiggle. Jason couldn’t help his amused huff.

“Sure did - do. Maybe somewhere a bit less traumatizing for the both of us?”

Jason’s breath hitched as he remembered just what their situation was. “I think I’d like that.”

Danny looked dumbfounded at him for a moment as if he couldn’t believe Jason would actually want to spend time with him. When Jason was the one who couldn’t believe Danny wanted to spend time with him.

“Well,” Danny said clearing his throat. His cheeks took on a green tint, was he blushing? “Maybe I should see if they prepared to capture a ghost or the coffin was incidental then?”

“What?”

“I can maybe get us out.”

“You couldn’t have lead with that?!”

“I was a bit distracted!” With Jason panicking, he didn’t have to say and Jason immediately felt bad. “Also this thing is doing a number on me. I kinda just-“ His jaw opened in a big sudden yawn, before continuing- “wanna go to sleep.”

He shook his head as if to clear it. “I don’t really want to think about what would have happened had you not been here.”

And yeah, while very different, the idea of just falling asleep in here was chilling and not one Jason wanted to even contemplate.

“Alright do it then.”

Danny’s eyes snapped to Jason startled, as if he’d been lost in thought - or about to fall asleep. “Do what?”

“See if you can get us out of here.”

“Oh right. One second, gonna check if the coast is clear.” And with that Danny’s head disappeared and his upper body shifted, so that Jason could have imagined him sticking his head through the lid of the coffin if it’d been visible… Ghost indeed. It was only a moment and Danny was back inside and looking much more awake.

“They have us in a hearse. I suppose that’s one way to transport a coffin inconspicuously. But why? A crate in a truck would have done just as well?”

“Danny, if you can get us out of here, I’d appreciate it now.”

“Of course! just hang on.”

Jason didn’t let that be said twice. He tightened his grip around Danny’s back and next thing he knew the most curious liquid cool sensation came over him and the coffin moved forward without them. Jason only barely saw the white ceiling of the hearse before they were outside in Gotham’s familiar smoggy air. Danny righted them and flew up a bit higher.

“Do you wanna follow? We’re invisible right now, they won’t be able to see us.”

What Jason wanted was to go back to his apartment and take a shower until he ran out of hot water, maybe interrogate Danny a bit because what the fuck, and then maybe figure out if Danny’s green blush went down further.

But Jason needed to figure out who did this, who put Jason in a fucking coffin again - and then try to resist putting them in a coffin.

-

It turned out it was Two-Face. Of course… It was Jason Todd who was targeted not Red Hood, which meant Bruce was the real target. Two-Face was on the outs with Harvey, so he wanted to hurt Bruce to hurt Harvey. It was just Jason’s luck he’d recently officially come back to life, giving Two-Face a lovely target to hurt Bruce.

He couldn’t even have been targeted for his own sake; Jason felt so tired. And poor Danny had just been pulled along as collateral.

It was funny at least to see their faces when they opened the still locked coffin only to find it empty. Didn’t make up for the experience, but he’d take what he could get.

“Should we take care of them?” Danny whispered, from where he’d resorted to just holding Jason’s hand to keep them both invisible and floating.

Jason shook his head no. Bruce could clean up his own mess.

“Let’s just go back.”

-

Back in the building that would one day soon be renovated and turned into a community center, they managed to find both their phones, just tossed aside carelessly.

Jason took a moment to send Bruce a text to update him on the Two-Face situation and tell him to deal with it before someone else got kidnapped. He slipped the phone into a pocket ignoring the vibration as it instantly started to ring. Jason smiled grimly and turned around to face Danny-

Danny who was back to his messy black hair and loose clothing. The graphic Tee that had a cartoon ghost and the words “who ghost there?” underneath, made so much more sense now. He looked up at Jason from under his fringe uncertainly. Shifting his weight from foot to foot.

“So, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone about the whole…” He vaguely indicated himself with a wave of his hand.

Jason rolled his eyes because that really went without saying. Danny had a lot of explaining to do, but first- Jason grabbed Danny’s hand and tugged him along.

“Come on Spooky, let’s find some less traumatic close quarters.”

The startled squeak made Jason smile.

-

I didn't expect the story to go that direction, it was much more angsty when I was drawing the picture, but this was the story that wanted to be told today. Besides a story in which they were in a ghost proof coffin would take longer to tell XD Gonna let this rest for a week or two then give it an edit before putting it on Ao3.

What is Dead on MAYn? An event week for the Danny Phantom x DC crossover ship of Danny Fenton/Jason Todd also known as Dead on Main, for more info and full schedule visit the event blog.

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It wasn’t like Jason had expected him to be happy, Jason wasn’t an idiot. He’d known Danny would be unhappy, but he hadn’t expected this.

“Make your pledge then,” Danny finally spoke, though it was more like a cold snap. Frost nipped at Jason’s very human nose. There was nothing to do but go ahead, Jason could no more take back his actions than Danny could refuse them. He met Danny’s glowing blue eyes straight on and forced himself to speak loudly and firmly.

“I, Jason Todd, pledge myself to you, Danny Phantom, High King of the Infinite realms, to uphold your word as law, to serve as both your sword and shield-“ Jason paused to take a breath and then plunged in, “to be your Knight until the End.”

His words rang out with finality. The ancient pledge had not been heard in millennia, not since Halloween pledged himself to Dark and was dubbed Fright Knight. He suppressed a gasp as energy surged in his core. He felt open, laid bare. 

Finally Danny pulled the ice sword at his side, it howled like a storm as it escaped its scabbard. Jason felt chilled, for one terrifying moment certain that Danny would reject his pledge and plunge the blade into his chest. He had no idea where that came from. He trusted Danny with his life, but he had never seen him so angry.

Then, the blade rested lightly on one shoulder, then the next.

“Rise, my Red Knight.”

Jason rose stiffly. This would probably have been easier in ghost form, if nothing else he’d have been more resistant to the cold, but Jason hadn’t yet reached a point where he was comfortable in that form. Finally he’d wrangled his cold muscles into order and was standing.

Danny thrust the sword hilt into Jason’s right hand and blessedly held on as the power surged into him from the sword, a tsunami of power racing into his core. His knees threatened to buckle, but Danny squeezed harder and Jason forced his legs straight. The power, Danny’s power, felt exhilarating. There was pain too as his still healing core was forced to grow to accept it, but most of all it felt like flying, like stars swirling above, and that delighted swoop in his stomach.

Finally, after it felt like his core had grown three sizes and he would simply burst if he received any more power it stopped. Dazed Jason looked from his hand, to Danny’s hand still holding on. Then his gaze moved to Danny’s face and it was like a bucket of ice water had been poured over him.

“I hope you’re happy,” Danny spat lowly only for their ears, then let go, leaving the ice blade in Jason’s hand; he may as well have left it stabbed through his heart. 

The silence turned into a cheer around them that roared like useless noise in Jason’s ears. None of that mattered, only Danny, who turned his back on Jason and left.

Inside he screamed, howled like the winds he knew his new blade - Stormbringer, it whispered to him - would create, if only he let it. Jason sheathed the sword, ending the temptation. He wanted to go after Danny, but he had been surrounded by well-wishing ghosts, only some he recognized. He wanted to go after Danny, but he had never seen him so angry, maybe it was better to let leave him alone for now. He let the ghosts move him to the party, but he wasn’t quite there.

A year ago was the first time Jason noticed something more than usual was wrong with him. He tired easily. Sleeping didn’t replenish his strength. The rage that had been a constant companion was down to embers - something he’d thought was the result of bettering the relationship with his family, but apparently rage had been the fire that had kept him going and now- then- he’d been dying. 

It had been a slow steady decline. He tired more easily. His aches and bruises healed slower, and then it seemed not at all. It had taken two months from Jason realizing until he’d told Alfred as the first one, but by then they’d all suspected something was up anyways.

Nearly six months ago Jason had been bedridden, moved to the mansion for what they feared were his last days. 

That is when Danny - Phantom then - had come, like a light in the encroaching darkness. Jason could still vividly feel his ghostly fingers on his cheeks, his forehead resting against his as he seemed to breathe life back into him - or rather as he would later learn afterlife, ghost energy, ectoplasm. 

Jason had been properly awake and free of pain for the first time in months. 

Danny’s theory was that Jason had been a slowly forming halfa, when the League had gotten their hands on him. Jason would have probably eventually come back to awareness if just left on his own, though it may have taken years. Of course, nobody had known that, and Jason’s dip in the Lazarus Waters had forcibly brought his brain back online. 

Lazarus Water, however, was antithesis to ectoplasm. It healed only the living. It had only worked because his body had been enough alive due to the strangeness that governed halfa formations, but it had stunted his core formation - poisoned it. And so when the life force given to him by Lazarus had burned out, there had been nothing to stop Jason’s slow decay, his Ending - until Danny, who had been passing through Gotham had sensed him.

There had been a lot of chaos. His family had thought for a terrible moment that Phantom clad in his cloak seemingly weaved of the night sky itself had been Death themself come to claim him. And in a way he was, though it would only be later they learned he was the Ghost King. 

He had introduced himself, only after saving Jason, as Phantom, merely a passing spirit. Bat paranoia momentarily shelved due to Jason’s recovery, had meant fewer questions than would have normally been asked. Yes, Jason would recover now. No, he did not need anything in return. 

And then he’d gone.

A week later Jason was well enough to go home to his own apartment, cleaned by Alfred for his return, because it had been in a sorry state when he left. Finally alone, that was when Phantom had appeared again. That was when Phantom introduced himself as Danny, to just Jason, because they were the same. That was when Danny explained his theory, because he had spent the week doing research.

He could have just left, but Jason would be developing powers now. Danny wanted to be sure Jason had the support he’d never had. So, he wanted to tell him he was sticking around Gotham in case he needed him. 

And boy, had Jason needed him when he got stuck having fallen halfway through the floor a week later. Luckily Jason had had his phone in hand when it had happened and Danny was only a call away. 

It would be another month until Jason discovered that by sticking around Gotham it meant human Danny was squatting in a damp, moldy, half collapsed building slated for demolition and Jason had dragged him back to his own apartment - no matter Danny’s protests that the vibes were right for a ghost and that he couldn’t get sick anyways.

But despite his protests Danny hadn’t left. 

It was easier like that, Danny was close when he had mishaps and besides he was good company, especially because he’d been benched due to rapidly developing powers and didn’t have the outlet of patrols. 

It was easier, despite how it meant Danny had to be reintroduced to the rest of the family. Something that Jason thought went rather well, but Danny lamented as an unmitigated disaster. 

Two months ago, Danny had started to look worried. 

One month ago Danny had explained he would have to leave soon. Jason would be okay, he had his basic powers under control. He might still develop more, but since he had a feel for his core now, he’d likely master them easily enough. 

Danny would visit of course. He hoped Jason would like him to visit. 

Jason had prodded and prodded until Danny admitted to being the Ghost King. That his Knight was sick due to having broken his oath to the previous king. He had released him from the oath, but the only reason he was still existing at all was due to him being the spirit of Halloween. 

He was without a Knight and that was not a situation that could continue. For the stability of the Infinite Realms and himself he had to have a Knight. He had to leave to oversee the challenges the candidates had to overcome. 

Jason had asked to come along, to see the Infinite Realms he also belonged to. Danny had been unable to argue that point. He had even despite his worry, given Jason a small excited smile telling him he looked forward to showing him. 

Jason had felt a stab of guilt, because his real reason was to enter the challenges. 

Jason had known Danny would be angry, but he had never imagined he’d be that angry. The words “I hope you’re happy” spat at him like acid, echoed in his mind again and again.

A whispy hand on his shoulder brought him back to the present. He’d mostly been left alone by the partying ghosts at this point. He around turned to see the translucent shadowy form of Halloween. 

It was hard to believe this had once been the Fright Knight depicted in paintings and tapestries in the castle. He was barely solid for short bursts that pulled his shadows together only to drift apart again slowly. Only his green eyes shone with any sort of vitality. 

“You did well,” his voice was weak like a call from a distance instead of right next to his ear. 

Jason didn’t know whether to laugh or cry right then, his throat made some sort of half choked noise without his permission. “Danny doesn’t think so.”

“You were the strongest candidate, especially suited to His Majesty… because you are both Halfa…” 

Jason could practically see the way Halloween’s energy waned as he struggled to speak. He tried to tell him he didn’t have to say anymore, but the former Knight forged on.

“He will see…. 

In time…”

Jason grabbed for him reflexively as he faded from view. For just a moment, Jason thought he’d Ended, just like Jason had nearly Ended half a year ago. His breath stuck panicked in his throat, until he realized he could still feel Halloween’s presence. 

Slowly and carefully he let out his burning breath. Halloween had merely exhausted himself.

-

The following week was torture. Danny didn’t lose his cold fury for even a moment, as Jason followed him on his official duties: meetings and introductions of Jason as Red Knight to the leaders of the Realms, as well as the more mundane territory disputes and requests spanning from help with the more eldritch elements of the Realms to approval of taking a date to the living realms Danny apparently dealt with, now and again, that had been put off when Danny had been in the living realm. 

He was quite literally giving Jason the cold shoulder. The Realms were noticeably colder than they had been when they had arrived together. The Far Frozen seemed to be the only place that wasn’t affected, but then that had already been frigid. The ghosts they met with were unnerved by Danny’s mood, even though he was fair as ever. From what Ember had told him with an amused smirk, they usually argued more with Danny, so at least something good had come out of Danny’s anger with him. 

Every day of this Jason’s frustration grew. How were they supposed to resolve things when Danny would not even look at him! It was like the Danny he knew had been locked behind a glacier and every day it became more and more tempting to try and punch his way through the barrier.

It came to a head in a hallway. They had spent a very long day in a meeting with a delegation from some far off kingdom that had spent something like five years to even get here to greet the new Ghost King. Jason was tired from standing all day, and Danny stopping in the hallway, barely turning his head to say “you may leave”, was the last drop.

“What is the matter with you!” Jason snapped.

“Me?” Danny asked dangerously, the air itself rippled around him, but Jason had had enough, he was prepared to dig his grave as deep as it needed to go.

“Yes you, what the Hell crawled up your ass?”

Danny turned in the air and for the first time his anger was hot. He poked Jason in his chest forcing him to take a step back. If Jason had been in ghost form, maybe he could have resisted.

“I take you here on your request to see the Realms, and you lied to me. You enter the challenges. You, who couldn’t even free yourself from the floor a few months ago, who didn’t even know you were a ghost! You, who are still not comfortable enough to stay in your ghost form for any length of time! You could have Ended.”

Jason’s momentary guilt was burned up by the attacks on his faillings. 

“But I didn’t. I won. Even in my weak human form.”

Danny scoffed. “What do you want Jason? A gold star for binding yourself to me for eternity? You didn’t even talk to me!”

“You wouldn’t have let me!”

“Of course I wouldn’t. I’ve had a decade to come to terms with eternity, you’ve had not even six months!”

“Six months, a decade, I don’t see how it matters. You needed a Knight!”

“It didn’t have to be you!”

“You would have settled for one of those two bit ghosts?”

“They would have been serviceable!”

Fury and jealousy rose so fast and ugly in his chest Jason expected to see green - of course no green came, because Danny had rid him of every last speck of Lazarus influence when he’d healed him. Danny, who had shown him a whole new world, who’d made him feel like- His thoughts staggered, unwilling to go there. Danny was telling him he’d rather have some low rate poltergeists, that was the important part.

“You would pick them over me!”

“Kneel, Jason!” Danny’s voice thundered and Jason’s knees promptly hit the floor sending a jolt of pain all the way up his spine. Disoriented, it took him a moment to understand, a moment for the horror to settle in. 

His body had moved on its own. “Do you get it now, what it means that my word is law?” Danny snarled and held the anger for all of three more seconds. Then, his face crumbled and he fell to his own knees in front of Jason. His hands clenched into fists in his lap as he looked up at Jason. Jason was shocked to see tears in his eyes. 

“Do you understand now?” Danny pleaded, “Do you understand what you’ve pledged to me for eternity?”

“Danny…” Finally, Jason understood why Danny was so upset. 

“I love you Jason,” Danny confessed hoarsely, voice barely more than a whisper, “I wanted you by my side, not three steps behind.”

Jason followed the tears down Danny’s cheek until they made small splashes as they landed on his clenched fists. 

“Danny,” Jason repeated and drew him into his arms. Danny shuddered through a sob and desperately held on to him in return. 

“Why did it have to be you?” 

Jason didn’t have any arguments anymore, he was left only with the simple truth. He couldn’t abide anyone else as Danny’s Knight-

“Because I love you.”

Danny only cried harder at that. The entire castle shook and rolled with his grief. Jason couldn’t do anything but hold him. Nothing he could say could change the past. 

Nothing could change the fact that he would do it again.  

He buried his face in Danny’s soft hair to hide his own tears. It was the truth. No one else was good enough. Maybe if there had been more time, but there hadn’t. Danny had already spent a decade with a not-properly pledged Knight, who was weakened from betraying the old King. They had already pushed the choosing as far as they could waiting for Danny to grow into his own role. Halloween had explained this to Jason. “Why-” Jason stopped for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts into something sensible, “why does this have to stop us?” Danny drew back, looking a Jason in disbelief with his red-rimmed eyes. 

“I hold all the power, that’s a terrible basis for a relationship!”

Jason reached out, cupping Danny’s cheek. He closed his eyes and he couldn’t help but lean into it.

“You wouldn’t misuse that power - I trust you.” Jason didn’t trust easily, but Danny had had the power all throughout the time they’d known each other. Even if it hadn’t been as clear. Even if it hadn’t been as literal as now, he’d always been careful of making sure Jason had a choice, he’d been homeless in Gotham to stick around just in case Jason wanted his help. Jason trusted him.

“I don’t trust me,” Danny said quietly and his usually glowing green eyes were matte and lifeless as he reopened them to look at Jason. “Eternity is a very long time, Jason. People change.”

Jason growled. He hated seeing Danny so listless, so defeated. As if him becoming a tyrant was a certain path. He took Danny’s face into both his hands and pressed his forehead to his in a mirror of what Danny had done so many months ago. If only Jason could inject a bit of life back to him, but that wasn’t Danny problem. Danny problem was that Jason was bound to obey him through his pledge. His pledge!

“Swear to me-“ What? He couldn’t swear not to ever give Jason an order, he was his Knight he would serve his King, he gained power from serving him. There had to be something else. Something that would let Jason help and not just follow blindly…

“Swear never to silence me, swear you will at least listen and consider and-“ Jason smiled “I will tell you when you are being an idiot.”

Danny sputtered drawing back Jason’s hands to hold them instead, but there was light back in him as he looked at Jason bemused.

“This doesn’t solve the core problem.”

“No. But I like to think it helps.”

Danny huffed. Then looking at Jason intently for any indication of discomfort he lifted Jason’s right knuckles to his lips. A delighted shudder ran up Jason’s arm leaving his hairs standing on end.

“I think it’s supposed to be the other way around,” Jason commented mouth dry as sand.

Danny ignored his inane comment and just kept holding Jason’s eyes as he spoke, “I swear to never silence you.” Then he lifted up the left hand and kissed those knuckles too. “I swear I will at least listen to and consider your words.”

The promise settled like a weighted blanked around them. It was nothing like the pledge in the throne room, which was power and chains, even if Jason hadn’t recognized the chains at the time, this was a comfort. 

They had a long way to go still, but at least Danny was the Danny he knew now instead of the furious king. They had time, eternity in fact to work out things. 

Jason tried to think of that as a good thing.

-

I feel I must apologize for the ending, it's just the mood this fic wanted. But I hope you enjoyed it anyways!