#ghostpowers

The alarms don’t blare.

They never do.

But something shifts.

A pressure in the air. A silent warning that something—or someone—has entered who doesn’t belong.

Damian feels it first.

Of course he does.

He’s mid-step, already dragging Danny by the wrist toward the exit.

“Walk faster.”

“I am walking fast,” Danny protests, half-jogging. “You just have, like, assassin legs.”

Behind them, shadows gather.

Ahead—

A figure drops from above.

Cape snapping once before settling like it owns the dark.

Batman

He lands between them and the exit.

Still.

Silent.

Assessing.

His gaze flicks once to Damian—alive, uninjured.

Then to Danny—

Also alive.

Also—

“…unrestrained.”

Danny brightens. “Oh hey, you’re the bat guy.”

Damian releases Danny immediately.

“Father.”

Batman’s voice is low, controlled.

“Report.”

Damian hesitates.

Which, for him?

Is basically a five-alarm fire.

“…The mission parameters have… changed.”

Batman’s eyes narrow.

They always do when Damian starts sounding like that.

“And the hostage?”

Danny raises a hand. “Present!”

Batman looks at him fully now.

Clocking everything in seconds:

No visible injuries.

No fear response.

Posture: relaxed.

Expression: curious.

Clothing: slightly bloodstained—

“Is that blood?” Batman asks.

Danny glances down, pokes at his shirt, then—without hesitation—licks his finger.

“…Nah. Ketchup.”

Damian pinches the bridge of his nose.

“…It is not ketchup.”

“It could be ketchup.”

“It was a stab wound.”

Batman’s head tilts—just slightly.

“…Explain.”

Danny gestures vaguely behind them. “Oh yeah, your grandpa’s got, like, a whole knife thing going on.”

From the chamber they just exited—

A calm voice carries.

“You speak as though you object.”

They all turn.

Ra's al Ghul steps into the corridor like he’s been there the entire time.

Because he probably has.

Hands clasped behind his back.

Composed.

Watching.

Batman straightens.

The temperature drops ten degrees.

“Ra’s.”

“Detective.”

Danny looks between them.

“…Okay, wow, the tension here is insane. Is this like a rivals thing or—”

“Fenton,” Damian snaps.

Danny zips it.

For about two seconds.

Then—

“So are we leaving or are we doing the dramatic stare-off? Because I can do either, I just need to mentally prepare.”

Batman does not take his eyes off Ra’s.

“Damian. Extract the civilian.”

“I have been attempting to.”

Danny leans toward Batman, stage-whispering, “He means I don’t follow instructions.”

“I am aware,” Batman says flatly.

Ra’s studies Danny again.

Openly now.

“You see it, Detective.”

It’s not a question.

Batman’s gaze flicks—just once—to Danny.

Something unreadable passes behind the cowl.

“…Yes.”

Danny points between them. “See what? Are we talking about me? I feel like we’re talking about me.”

No one answers.

That’s never a good sign.

Ra’s takes a step forward.

“Leave the boy.”

Damian’s sword is out in an instant.

“No.”

Batman’s cape shifts—subtle, but final.

“We’re done here.”

Danny raises a hand again.

“Counter-suggestion: we all just… don’t fight? I feel like that would really improve everyone’s evening.”

Ra’s almost smiles.

“An appealing thought.”

A beat.

“Declined.”

The assassins move.

Fast. Silent. Surrounding.

Damian shifts into stance.

Batman doesn’t move.

Doesn’t need to.

Danny looks around at the forming circle.

“…Okay, so this is a fighting thing. Got it.”

One assassin lunges—

—and Danny steps sideways.

Casual.

Too casual.

The blade slices through where he was—

—or should have been.

For half a second—

he flickers.

Not gone.

Not there.

Wrong.

Batman sees it.

Of course he does.

Files it away instantly.

The assassin hesitates.

Danny pats him on the shoulder. “Hey, quick tip? Aim a little to the left next time.”

Damian stares.

“…You phased.”

Danny blinks. “I what?”

Another assassin attacks—

—and Danny just…

lets it happen.

The blade sinks into his side.

Batman moves.

Damian moves.

Too late.

Danny looks down.

“…Again?”

He pulls it out with a wince.

The wound seals.

Right in front of them.

Silence.

Even the assassins freeze.

Batman’s voice is very, very quiet.

“…You’re healing.”

Danny shrugs. “Yeah, it does that.”

Damian turns slowly.

“You knew.”

Batman doesn’t answer.

Which is an answer.

Ra’s exhales softly.

Satisfied.

“Now you understand, Detective.”

Danny points at himself. “Okay seriously, what do I understand? Because everyone’s acting like I missed a meeting.”

Batman steps forward.

Places himself—deliberately—between Danny and Ra’s.

Protective.

Final.

“Conversation’s over.”

Danny leans around him. “Wait, does that mean we’re leaving? Because I would love that for us.”

Damian grabs his arm again.

“This time,” he mutters, “you will follow.”

Danny grins. “No promises.”

Batman deploys a smoke charge.

The corridor floods with black.

Movement.

Precision.

Exit route carved in seconds.

As they retreat—

Ra’s voice follows.

Calm. Certain.

“This is not finished.”

Danny coughs in the smoke. “Yeah, you guys keep saying that, it’s kind of ominous—”

They burst out into open night.

Wind. Space. Freedom.

Damian doesn’t stop moving.

Batman scans the perimeter.

Then—

finally—

he looks at Danny.

Really looks.

“You’re not a normal metahuman,” he says.

Danny rocks back on his heels. “Bold of you to assume I’m normal anything.”

A beat.

Batman: “We’re going to talk.”

Danny: “…Is this a ‘I’m in trouble’ talk or a ‘you’re joining the team’ talk?”

Damian: “You are not joining anything.”

Danny: “Wow, rude.”

Batman turns away.

“Move.”

They vanish into Gotham’s skyline.

Behind them—

high in the shadows—

Ra’s watches.

Smiling.

And unseen by all but one—

a faint crunch.

Danny glances back.

Grins.

In this AU, the college ghost portal goes horribly wrong in a different way, and explodes, giving Vlad, Maddie, and Jack ghost powers, and ecto-acne.

After developing their ghost powers, Jack, Maddie and Vlad use their powers to fight crime.

Vlad/Plasmius

Vlad gains the same powers he has in the show. Not much to say, really.

Jack/Tempest

Jack's ghost powers are somewhat weather based, similar to that of Vortex, the weather ghost. Jack's ghost form is a genie-like entity, with a bald head and pointed ears, and a black beard, and a cloud-like ghost tail in place of his legs.

Maddie/Echo Lady

Maddie's ghost powers are noise based. Her echoes can sound out signals to anyone far away, and she can hear things from long distances. Her ghost form gives her a cape which kind of resembles a bat's wings. She also has an ability called Scream, similar to Ghostly Wail.

ALL:

The cave hums softly.

Computers glow. The giant penny looms. The T-Rex looks like it’s judging everyone equally.

Danny spins once in the chair.

Then twice.

“Okay, I’m just gonna say it—this place? Super cool. Very dramatic. Love the aesthetic.”

Silence.

Across from him stands Batman, arms crossed, cape pooling like a storm cloud.

To the side, Damian Wayne watches like he’s waiting for a confession—or an excuse to stab someone.

“…Stop spinning,” Batman says.

Danny stops.

Immediately starts tapping the armrest instead.

“So,” Danny says brightly, “is this the part where you ask if I’m secretly evil or—”

“You were stabbed.”

Straight to it.

Danny nods. “Yeah, that happens sometimes.”

Damian cuts in, sharp: “You did not react.”

“I reacted! I said ‘again?’ That’s a reaction.”

“That is not a normal reaction.”

Danny leans back.

“Okay, define normal. Because I feel like Gotham might not be the best baseline.”

Batman steps closer.

“Focus.”

Danny straightens a little.

Not intimidated—just… cooperative-ish.

“You were impaled,” Batman says. “Multiple times. No shock. No blood loss. Rapid tissue regeneration.”

Danny raises a finger. “Okay, small correction—I do have blood loss. It’s just… temporary.”

Damian’s eye twitches.

“…Explain.”

Danny considers.

Then shrugs.

“Alright, so—uh—when I was fourteen, I died.”

Silence.

Absolute.

Damian: “…You what.”

Batman doesn’t move.

Doesn’t blink.

“Continue.”

Danny gestures vaguely. “Yeah, so, long story short, portal accident, electricity, ectoplasm, boom—dead. Then not dead. Kind of both. It’s a whole thing.”

Damian stares at him like he’s just spoken in another language.

“You are claiming to be—what—resurrected?”

Danny wiggles his hand. “More like… rebooted?”

Batman’s voice stays level.

“You’re describing a Lazarus event.”

Danny perks up. “Oh! Is that your glowing pit thing? Yeah, no, mine was way less fancy. More ‘mad science gone wrong’ vibes.”

Damian looks deeply offended on behalf of the Pit.

“There is nothing ‘less fancy’ about—”

“Focus,” Batman cuts in again.

His gaze hasn’t left Danny.

“Your body doesn’t behave like a normal human’s.”

Danny nods. “Correct.”

“Or a standard metahuman.”

“Also correct.”

“…Then what are you?”

Danny grins.

“Complicated.”

Damian takes a step forward.

“You will answer.”

Danny points at him. “Okay, see, that tone? That’s the tone people use right before I stop answering.”

A beat.

Batman shifts—subtle.

“Then help me understand.”

Different approach.

Quieter.

It works.

Danny exhales.

“…I heal because I’m not fully… solid? Like, my body’s kinda half energy, half physical. So when something messes it up, it just… snaps back.”

He makes a little boop motion with his hands.

“Like auto-correct, but for organs.”

Damian looks horrified.

Batman looks… intrigued.

“You phased,” Damian says suddenly. “In the corridor.”

Danny blinks. “Did I?”

“You displaced your form.”

Danny winces. “Okay, yeah, that one I do on purpose sometimes.”

“…Sometimes.”

“Look, it’s not my fault if I forget which setting I’m on, okay?”

Batman circles slightly.

Predatory. Analytical.

“You allowed yourself to be captured.”

Danny shrugs. “I mean… yeah.”

“Why.”

Danny thinks about it.

“…I was curious.”

Damian makes a strangled noise. “You were—curious.”

“Yeah! I’ve never been kidnapped by ninja assassins before. That felt like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”

“You have no survival instinct.”

Danny smiles. “Incorrect. I just have different win conditions.”

Batman stops.

That lands.

“You weren’t afraid,” he says.

Danny hesitates.

Just a flicker.

“…Not of them,” he admits.

That also lands.

Damian narrows his eyes.

“Then what are you afraid of?”

Danny goes quiet.

For once.

The cave hum fills the gap.

Then—

he shrugs it off.

“Eh. Existential stuff. You know. Tests. Dentists. Taxes.”

Damian: “…You are lying.”

Danny: “Yeah, a little.”

Batman lets it go.

For now.

“You mentioned Vlad Masters,” he says instead.

Danny groans immediately. “Ugh, can we not? He’s the worst.”

“He was present.”

“Yeah, he does that. Creepy rich guy with invisibility issues.”

“…Invisibility issues.”

“Like, emotionally. Not just power-wise.”

Damian looks at Batman.

“…We are allowing this to continue?”

Batman ignores him.

“You heal from fatal injuries,” he says. “You can phase through matter. You were unaffected by League-level combatants.”

Danny raises a hand.

“Okay, small correction—I was affected. It just didn’t stick.”

Batman studies him for a long moment.

Then—

“You’re not staying unsupervised.”

Danny blinks.

“…Wait, what.”

Damian crosses his arms. “Obviously.”

“You are a security risk.”

“I am a student.”

“You are an anomaly.”

Danny points between them. “You guys literally dress like nocturnal cryptids and I’m the anomaly?”

No one answers.

Because.

Fair.

Danny leans back in the chair again.

“So what, I’m grounded now?”

Batman turns away, already moving toward the computer.

“You’re staying where I can see you.”

Danny lights up.

“…Does that mean I get to hang out here?”

Damian: “No.”

Batman: “…Temporarily.”

Danny grins.

“Nice.”

A beat.

Then—

“Hey, quick question.”

Neither of them like that tone.

“…What,” Damian says.

Danny tilts his head.

“On a scale from ‘totally fine’ to ‘mildly concerning,’ how weird is it that getting stabbed barely registers anymore?”

Silence.

Batman doesn’t answer.

Damian just stares.

Danny nods slowly.

“…Cool, yeah, that’s about what I figured.”

He spins in the chair again.

Batman sighs—very, very faintly.

Halfa in the AU’s! (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/1WMpCpIcfP Do you know undertale? The AU? Do you know Danny Phantom? Well….. this will be an interesting story. A halfa in our world is an Undertale fans. He has the power of a half ghost but life can be boring. Until he found a new ability to travel Undertale and the AU’s. Lets see how the AU Sans or Papyrus react when they meet him as a human or ghost? 😬

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