Wiping the ectoplasm off of his face, Dan pressed the off button on the portal, feeling pleased to have blood on his hands after so long. Hell, he would have kept going, but the flow of ghosts had started to slow down, and he really didn't feel like waiting 20 minutes between fights. So, instead, he walked over to Danny's mattress to check on him, and what he saw was rather surprising.
Danny, who's blue eyed gaze was staring directly at him, was smiling and babbling. His face had little splotches of ectoplasm on it, but other than that he was clean and cheerful. Well, until he noticed that no more ghosts were coming out of the portal. Then he just raised his arms as best he could, and grabbed up at Dan.
Said full ghost chuckled and lifted the toddler into his arms, a smirk forming on his face as the baby boy giggled. "I see someone likes watching ghosts get turned into goo, don't you?"
Danny just kept laughing, unable to understand anything but the cheerful tone Dan had used, and that was enough for both him, and the full ghost.
Satisfied with said progress, Dan sat the boy down on the mattress once more before he stood up straight and cracked his back, only to hear the sounds of something metal being knocked over from behind him. His head turned around, before his body followed suit, and a sadistic grin split his features. 'Well would you look at that, rebel ghost hunters. This should be fun.'
"Well, I can't say I'm to happy that you've broken into my house." Dan started, walking towards the cowering raider, who was backing away slowly. "And while it's impressive to me that you managed to get in here without me noticing, I don't like unexpected guests. So, allow me to show you the door!"
In a flash of movement, the young man had been disarmed, and had took an ectoblast to the chest. Said blast caused him to fly backwards, and into the doorway. This caused the person who'd been using the door as cover to emerge and fire off an ectoweapon she probably found upstairs, while two others rushed from out of an indent in the wall to do the same. Dan merely threw up a shield, giving a mocking yawn at their attempts to harm him.
Danny, meanwhile, was left starry-eyed. He'd never seen so many bright flashes of color before, and watched in amazement as Dan proceeded to send some of the lights back, effectively using one to fatally wound the girl at the door.
One of the two remaining rebels grunted, and whispered to her comrade as she continued to fire. "He's gonna get tired of us eventually. Do something!"
"Er, okay, um… Distract him." The other replied, worry present on his face as she nodded and stepped out of cover.
"Hey, stop hiding behind that shield!" She shouted towards Dan, while her partner quickly made his way behind the full ghost, whom of which was giving the blandest stare towards the young woman.
"Sweetheart, it's not hiding if you can see me. Besides, do you see how open I am? Maybe you should just give up shooting. Go see your family or something." Dan said, smirk returning to his face as she glared at him.
"My family is dead! You killed them!" She shouted, unaware of the duplicate behind her, who leaned forward and whispered into her ear.
"Exactly." And with that, the intangible hand inside of her stomach released an ectoblast, causing her to explode, while the duplicate returned to Dan.
Said full ghost dusted his hands off, while also brushing off some of the raider's singed cloth on his shoulder, before he turned around to see how Danny was doing. The sight caused ringing to softly make its presence known in his ears.
"L-look," The man said, nervously holding the ectogun up to the boy's head. "I don't want to hurt this kid-"
"Then put him down if you know what's good for you." Dan said, voice low and strained, as with each passing second the ringing in his ears grew louder, while his vision was tinted red.
"I just need supplies. That's it!" The man said, taking a step backwards.
The man's shaky words and the foreboding feeling coming from Dan made the young halfa squirm and whimper. Dan took quick notice and breathed, as a very Vlad-like smirk formed on his face. One that anyone would've fallen for, except for Danny. Even as an infant, he stopped squirming to shrink under it, while the man holding him relaxed the hand holding his gun ever so slightly.
"Fine. Put the boy down, and take whatever you like." Dan said, voice thick with the kind of charm that'd won him business the world over, as well as the form of calmness that only a hero, or a hero-turned-villain, could every know how to use.
The man hesitated, but the completely unguarded look Dan held made him comply. He gently placed the boy on the mattress, only to be smacked in the face by one of the dead raider's arms. He then felt his back slam against the metal wall with a bang, leaving a sizeable indentation, while a pair of infuriated red eyes stared into his grey ones.
A twisted grin then stretched across the ghost's face, before he grabbed the man by the neck, threw him upwards, grabbed his legs, and slammed him into the ground, effectively breaking his face. "You and I are going to enjoy these next few hours..."
And for those next few hours, Danny clapped his hands and laughed. He loved the pretty lights, and fell asleep with them in mind after Dan pinched his chubby cheeks with his blood covered hand, and threw his blanket over him.
And Dan could only smile slightly. Maybe this wouldn't be as hard as he thought after all…
