Danny Fenton Is the Only Student Gotham Academy’s Ghost Won’t Scare and Damian Wayne Thinks That’s a Problem
Gotham Academy has a ghost.
Not a metaphor. Not a rumor. An actual, documented, deeply annoying haunting that the staff refuses to acknowledge because “funding would be affected.”
Lights turn off in empty rooms. Lockers slam. Footsteps echo in halls that should be empty. Every few months, a student swears something whispered their name.
Most people cope by ignoring it.
Damian Wayne does not ignore threats.
He has a plan, a schedule, and exactly zero patience for supernatural interference in his education.
Then Danny Fenton transfers in.
And on his first day, the haunting… stops.
Not completely. Just around him.
Lights don’t flicker when he walks by. The cold spots vanish. The whispering goes quiet, like something just got told to behave.
Damian notices immediately.
“This is your doing,” he says.
Danny looks genuinely confused. “What is?”
“The disturbance.”
“What disturbance?”
Damian stares at him.
Danny shrugs. “I thought this school just had bad wiring.”
It gets worse from there.
Because Danny starts talking to empty rooms.
Not in a creepy way. In a casual, “hey, can you not do that right now?” kind of way.
Once, during study hall, a book flies off a shelf across the room.
Before anyone can react, Danny sighs.
“Dude, seriously? I’m trying to focus.”
The book… floats back.
Silently.
Gently.
The entire class freezes.
Danny flips a page in his notebook like nothing happened.
Damian changes tactics.
If this is a hostile entity, then Fenton is either controlling it or negotiating with it. Both are unacceptable variables.
So he follows him.
After hours. Empty halls. The kind of quiet Gotham only has right before something goes wrong.
Danny walks like he knows where he’s going.
He stops in front of an old, unused classroom. The door creaks open on its own.
“You gonna come out or what?” Danny says, leaning against the frame.
The temperature drops.
Something moves inside the room. Not visible. Just… present.
Damian reaches for a weapon.
Danny doesn’t.
“Yeah, I know,” Danny continues, softer now. “They’re loud. They don’t mean anything by it.”
The air shifts.
A desk scrapes across the floor.
Damian steps forward. “Fenton—”
“Hold on,” Danny says, not looking away from the empty space. “We’re talking.”
Talking.
To nothing.
Except it’s not nothing.
The presence in the room feels wrong. Old. Fractured. Like it’s been stuck here too long.
Danny tilts his head, listening.
“…Oh,” he says quietly. “That’s why.”
The tension eases. Just a little.
“What is it saying?” Damian demands.
Danny hesitates.
Then, “It doesn’t remember leaving.”
Silence.
Even the building seems to hold its breath.
Danny pushes off the doorframe and steps inside like this is normal, like this is safe.
“It’s not trying to hurt anyone,” he says. “It’s just… stuck. Keeps replaying the same stuff over and over.”
The air shifts again. Less sharp this time.
“Can you help it?” Damian asks, before he can stop himself.
Danny glances back, expression oddly serious.
“…Yeah,” he says. “I think so.”
He turns back to the empty room.
“Hey,” he says gently. “You don’t have to stay here.”
The lights flicker once.
Twice.
Then go still.
The cold fades.
The pressure lifts.
Whatever was there… is gone.
Danny exhales like he just finished something difficult.
“Okay,” he mutters. “That should do it.”
Damian stands in the doorway, trying to process.
“You exorcised it,” he says.
Danny winces. “I mean… not like that. I just helped it move on.”
“That is what exorcism is.”
“Yeah, but mine’s less… dramatic.”
Damian studies him.
This boy who walks into haunted rooms without fear. Who speaks to the dead like they’re just people having a bad day. Who treats something dangerous like it deserves patience instead of violence.
“…You are highly irregular,” Damian decides.
Danny grins, just a little tired. “Yeah, I get that a lot.”
The next day, Gotham Academy is quiet.
No flickering lights. No whispers. No slammed doors.
For the first time in years, the building feels… normal.
Students celebrate.
Teachers relax.
Damian watches Danny from across the room.
Because the ghost is gone.
But Danny?
Danny is still here.
And somehow, that feels like the bigger anomaly.
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