Luggage Mix-Up — DC x DP Prompt — Rewrite
In his defense, he was very tired.
It was the same color, the same brand, and the same size: literally identical. The only difference was a few dents, scratches, and the general "I've been through hell" aesthetic his own pristine suitcase didn't have. If he had been even 10% more awake, he might have noticed.
He wasn’t.
And normally, this wouldn't even be a problem — his actual suitcase has trackers in it. Plural. The lock had a tracker.
Which is why he knows the bag's definitely been opened, because the lock's tracker blinked offline like it had been booted into the afterlife.
Now Tim has two problems:
1) Despite his best attempts to stuff all his vigilante gear into his carry-on, he absolutely forgot some very incriminating Red Robin tech in the checked luggage. Again… he was tired.
2) He is now in possession of a suitcase that definitely belonged to either a villain, a mad scientist, or both. Because nestled between the cracked vials, scorch-marks, and unstable-looking gadgets…
is Lazarus Water.
Which raises a deeply concerning question:
Did he just accidentally steal from the League of Assassins?
How does he even proceed from here? Call Bruce? Blow up the suitcase? Run?
Meanwhile…
Danny is going to die. Again.
He grabbed the wrong luggage. And obviously, the wrong luggage belongs to a vigilante. There's recon gear, encrypted weapons, and a spandex suit that screams, "I am from Gotham, do not make eye contact."
Sam told him forthrightly:
“Stay off Gotham vigilantes' radar. They don't like ghosts.”
And here he is. Holding one's suitcase. Like an idiot. But that isn't even the biggest crisis. That bag contained all his college textbooks. He starts classes in a week. He can't show up with nothing but a pens-worth of ectoplasm and vibes. He just wants his clothes. His books. His ectoplasm synthesizer. Is that too optimistic to pray the vigilante isn't already plotting to stab him? Danny: Can't I just. find the Lazarus goo in my bag, find the guy and politely ask for an exchange? Please? I'm tired. I've done my hero time. I want to go to college in peace. Being a Halfa doesn't mean they can legally kick me out, right? That's discrimination! He just wants his stuff back. Please, Gotham. Have mercy for once.
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