Based on headcanon where Dick thinks his house is haunted.


"This is getting a little ridiculous don't you think, Dick?" Bruce Wayne wasn't even trying to keep the irritation out of his tone.

"You don't understand." Dick's voice, higher with panic, came over the phone. "My house is haunted."

Bruce sighed impatiently. "Dick, there is no such thing as ghosts. You know that." Or I hope you do.

"No, I'm sure my place is haunted."

"Come on, Dick." Bruce sighed again. "You called me forty times and left voice messages, and then you texted me twenty eight times."

"I'm telling you, there are ghosts here." Dick replied, his voice strained. "I called Clark already so-."

"Wait, you called Clark?" Clark Kent aka Superman was most likely too busy to do anything about Dick's 'ghost' problem, but Bruce knew that wouldn't deter Clark from trying to help.

"Yeah." Dick responded. "So can you both meet me here at the house in twenty minutes? And hurry." He whispered the last part and then hung up quickly.

Bruce put the phone down and rubbed his temples. It was going to be a long day.

"How long has Dick believed in ghosts?" Clark asked Bruce, as they were on their way to Dick's house.

"I don't know. Probably since he was a kid. He would get nightmares."

Clark nodded and fell silent. He was worried about Dick, who he felt was like a son to him. He wasn't fond of his family being scared. But then again ghosts weren't really anything to be scared of.

Clark let out a low chuckle. Bruce glanced at him and joined in.

"I'm sorry." Clark said, coughing several times to stop his laughing fit.

Bruce shook his head, a grin still in place.

They arrived at Dick's house and got out of Bruce's car, Clark slamming the door a little too hard because of his super strength and earning a glare from Bruce.

The house indeed looked like it was a haunted house from a horror movie. Rickety wood steps led up to a door that probably squeaked. The house was two stories and looked like a gust of wind could knock it over. Bruce stepped over a piece of rotting wood and knocked on the door.

Dick opened it immediately and ushered them inside. The interior of the house was rather old fashioned, from its red velvet curtains in the dining room, to the fireplace that was crackling loudly. A few feet from the door way was a flight of stairs that led to the second floor.

"Why do you think this place is haunted?" Clark began, trying to keep a serious expression on his face. But he looked like he would burst out laughing at any moment judging from the creases next to his eyes and mouth from holding in his laughter.

"I hear sounds at night." Dick responded, glancing back and forth. "And last night I felt someone tickle my foot."

Clark bit his lip, fighting a laugh. "Tickle you?" His voice cracked. He cleared his throat and tried again. "Why would a ghost want to tickle you?"

"I don't know. Maybe to torment me." Dick looked so horrified that Bruce patted him on the back. "It'll be all right, Dick." He cleared his throat several times. "Let's look around."

Clark examined the walls and floor with his x- ray vision and Bruce checked under every bed and in every closet while Dick looked on worriedly.

An hour later, they met again at the door way. "I didn't find anything." Clark reported. "And I didn't leave a stone unturned."

Bruce said the same.

"Maybe it left when it saw you guys." Dick said hopefully.

"I have to get back to work," Clark checked his watch. "Hang in there, Dick."

Jason came back to the house he shared with Dick later that evening to find the place in an uproar. Dick was running around the house, waving his hands above his head and yelling that there were voices in the attic.

Tim was chasing after Dick shouting that everything was fine and ghosts weren't real. Jason stood in the doorway, mouth agape. He dropped his helmet to the floor and didn't even notice. Finally, he had had enough. "WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON AROUND HERE?!" He boomed.

Tim and Dick both came to a halt, breathing heavily.

"Dick called me and begged me to come over." Tim explained.

Dick ran up to Jason and started shaking him. "Voices! In the attic! I heard them! I've already called the whole Justice League and Steph, Cass, and Barbara. They should be here soon."

Jason's mouth opened. "It's three in the morning!" He yelled. "Are you insane?"

"What's with all the yelling? This isn't Three Hundred." A voice said from behind Jason. It was Stephanie. He turned around and looked at everyone, then sighed, resigned to his fate. "I guess you should come in."

Everyone filed in, crammed together. Dick had pretty much called everyone on the planet. Martian Manhunter, Hawkwoman, Wonder Woman, Booster Gold, the three Green Lanterns that guarded earth, the Teen Titans, yup pretty much everyone.

Dick had them split up into groups of four to check all around the house. They reported back some time later that they had found nothing.

Dick shook his head. "They're here. I won't be able to sleep." He ran into the bathroom and slammed the door.

Bruce drew everyone off to the side. "We have to do something about this."

"I think it's time." Barbara spoke up. "To bring in the big gun."

Bruce nodded. "I think you're right." He reached for his cellphone.

Ten minutes later, Alfred Pennyworth stood in the corridor, knocking on the bathroom door where Dick was hiding. "Master Dick?" He asked in his British accent. "Come out now, I have a solution to your ghost problem."

Dick opened the door and stuck his head out. "What's that?"

Alfred held up a bottle. "Anti ghost spray."

Everyone followed Alfred around the house as he went around doing his tedious task. He sprayed every corner of every room and finally finished. "It will be safe now." He assured Dick.

Dick nodded, satisfied. "I know. Thanks, Alfred."

It didn't take long for everybody to disperse. They went back to their usual business. Dick went to bed, saying now he could finally sleep and Tim went home, obviously relieved.

Jason rolled his eyes and said he was going to sleep on the roof, if Dick didn't stop being stupid.

"What is that 'anti ghost spray', anyway?" Stephanie asked.

Alfred winked. "Just water."

"I am so going to tease him about this." Stephanie burst out laughing. "I should've taken a video on my phone." She left with Barbara and Cassandra, still laughing her head off.

"She's going to use that against him someday." Bruce told Clark.

Clark chuckled. "Oh yes she is."


A.N- haha this was so fun to write. Thank you guys for all the reviews on the last chapter. I won't always update this fast, but I had some extra time. Reviews are always appreciated. :D

Oh, and just so you guys know, Stephanie didn't answer Jason in the last chapter at first, because she likes to freak him out XD Although it doesn't really work.