#intern danny

Metropolis was burned from the new Alien Invasion this month.

With laser beams slicing through the skyline and buildings,Brainiac’s machines crushed everything in their path. Civilians screamed. Heroes and villains alike collided once again against the Invader and his army.

Somewhere in the middle of it all, Lex Luthor crouched behind the rubble of a shattered building, clutching his side. Even his armored suit couldn’t fully protect him.

“I’m fine,” he muttered through gritted teeth. But the searing pain told him otherwise. He activated his suit’s comm, expecting a weapon or reinforcement.

Instead, a soft glow appeared nearby. A boy stood there, a baseball bat in hand, grinning. The bat hummed with energy, an unusual, radiant light emanating from it.

“Thanks, Daniel. Heal me.”

“Lex,” Danny said, his voice sharp as ever, “you really need to stop throwing yourself at giant robots. For Pariah’s sake, try not to get hurt! Like… at least for a week!” After Lex’s last fight with Superman, Danny usually healed him only for minor injuries like back pain, but today he was going all out.

Lex groaned but extended his arm without resistance. He didn’t care who was watching—not the heroes, not Superman, not anyone. Danny tapped the glowing bat against Lex, and the wounds vanished instantly. Blood, bruises, and pain—all gone. He was back to before the fight.

Lex flexed his hand, astonished as always. “Like it was never there.”

Danny smirked. “You owe me more than a raise. And don’t get hurt again.”

“Yeah,” Lex replied dryly, “double the price for working after hours.”

The heroes blinked. Wonder Woman looked confused. Flash froze mid-run. Even Batman’s eyebrow arched in intrigue.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battle, the Legion of Doom regrouped after smashing a squad of Brainiac’s drones. Cheetah, Captain Cold, and Gorilla Grodd panted, wiping soot from their armor.

“You had a damn healer this whole time?” Cheetah spat, incredulous.

Lex adjusted his tie, smug. “He’s not a hero or a villain,” he said, voice calm, almost lecture-like. “I’m friends with his family, and he needed a summer job.”

The group blinked. “Wait, what?” Cold muttered. “Lex actually has friends?”

Lex shrugged. “Yes. Met them through a business partner. I gave Danny a good summer job. Other people might expect him to heal for free, just because he’s ‘a hero,’ but this way, he earns money before going home.”

Grodd snorted. “So you… hid a healer, used him personally, and didn’t let us get patched up?”

Lex’s lips twitched into the faintest smile. “Exactly. He heals me and the people working in my company. It’s like healthcare for them—cheaper than anything else. Danny only wants fifty dollars per session. As long as you don’t get hurt twenty times a day, it’s a bargain.”

Back in the heart of Metropolis, Danny glared at a group of terrified civilians trapped under rubble. He tapped his bat twice. Two civilians healed instantly. Then he turned to a burned-out hero, clearly out of commission, and “hit” him with the bat as well.

“Seriously,” Danny muttered, “you could’ve, like… avoided falling from that building. Try not to get hurt next time!”

The hero flinched, rubbing his head. “You… hit us with a bat?”

Danny shrugged. “Yeah, like, a soft hit. Heals you. You’re welcome.” He spun and sprinted toward another explosion, leaving behind confused—but entirely healed—people.

Lex watched, shaking his head with a mixture of admiration and exasperation. “You know, Fenton, one day someone’s going to get the wrong idea about you and your baseball bat.”

Danny grinned over his shoulder. “Let them. I get paid. I’m your undefeated summer intern. So you deal with the fallout of it when I go home in a week.”

Lex’s communicator buzzed.

Brainiac’s forces were regrouping. He adjusted his suit, eyes narrowing. “Alright,” he said quietly. “Let’s end this before more of my employees need emergency healing.”

Danny jogged to where he saw a few others injured, the bat glowing again. “Try to behave, Lex. I’ve healed you more times than I can count. For the love of Clockwork, just… stay upright for one week, okay?”

Lex exhaled and straightened. “Noted. And Fenton?”

Danny paused, eyebrow cocked.

“You really are invaluable.”