Jazz took a deep breath, trying to center herself.
She had been left alone with the bats in the cave with probably no way of getting out of there, at least not when her brother abandoned her leaving more questions than answers.
Jazz had noticed how Danny was avoiding actually answering anything. It could be easy - explain he was a ghost, how he died and came back, why were they so scared of the GIW. Transform with a dramatic flare, if he so desired, to show that everything they said was true and real.
But no. He left her in a cave with the Bats. Alone. Great.
"I'm so sorry about my brother, he likes to storm out when things get awkward." She said as she pulled out her phone, speed dialing Danny. He picked up after five rings. "Danny, turn around." She didn't wait for him to talk.
"No."
His voice was very distorted by ghost speak, so he must have not only transformed but also was very angry. Figures.
"Danny, we talked about this. Let the bats deal with their stuff. Only interfere when-"
"When a ghost is involved, I know." Her brother grumbled, static still entwined with his voice. She couldn't understand what he was whispering under his breath but she didn't need to.
"Turn. Around."
"No. The clown killed people under my protection. He must pay."
"Killed?" She started to question, but a hand stole her phone from her. She looked up, finding Bruce putting her phone on speaker.
"What do you know?" He demanded.
Danny cursed in ghost speak.
"I don't have time to deal with this. Help me or stay out of my way, Batman."
"Danny, don't be rude." Jazz picked her phone back, giving the man an annoyed look for taking it away. "It is their city. We are guests. You wouldn't like them rushing into the Ghost Zone messing with things."
There was a bit of silence partially filled with sounds of rushing wind.
"I hate that you have a point."
"I'm your older sister, of course I'm right." Jazz heard someone huff behind her, but she didn't turn to check. She suspected it was Damian.
Danny snorted, the static diminishing. "You are such a dork." He sighed dramatically, and everyone could imagine him rolling his eyes. "I'll stay put and wait for them. If they take too long the party bus leaves without the bats. Bye bye, Jazzy."
He hung up without waiting for her response.
"I hate when he does that." The young woman took a deep breath and turned to look at Tim, pointing at his tablet. "You got his location?"
"Why would I have it?" The other looked at Bruce for support, but he was walking towards the batcomputer.
"Because I saw you typing as I talked with Danny. Please draw a line between the Manor and his location and-"
"Guess the Joker's location, yeah." Tim bit his lip, somehow annoyed and endeared at the same time for being told what to do by this practical stranger. He turned his tablet to show he already did that. "He's at the docks. Abandoned building with few exits. Probably with heavy security."
"I know where it is." Jason started walking to where his spare suit would be, but Bruce stopped him.
"Jason, stay with Jasmine and Duke. Damian, Tim, we will meet Cass on our way to Danny's location."
"No fucking way! Is this because of the clown?"
Jazz narrowed her eyes when she saw green creep into the irises. She knew the story, and the legends, but seeing the man in real life gave her a few ideas. She needed to investigate further.
"No. We saw how you react to Danny's presence. It could compromise you while in combat."
"I can control it!"
"I'm sorry Jason, but I have to agree with Batman on this. Danny is pretty angry and he can't control how he affects nearby ghosts."
"But I'm not a ghost."
Jazz pressed her lips together, as if she wanted to say something but shouldn't. "Still, Danny can, uh, influence you. And you don't know how to control your response to him. We can teach you!" She put up her hands in a placating manner when Jason tensed at her words. "Let's ask Danny when he gets back."
"Whatever." Jason grumbled and went wherever he could go without leaving the cave.
Jazz sighed and turned towards Bruce. "There's one thing you need to know about my brother." The man gave all of his attention. "He is dangerous but he won't kill anyone. Whatever you see…" She bit her lip, unsure. "Just keep that in mind."
"Understood." He nodded carefully. He still had so many questions but it wasn't the time and place to ask them. It hadn't escaped Bruce how so far neither of the Fenton siblings had really shared important information while showing they knew everything about them.
But he had to swallow the discomfort for now.
Within a few minutes, Robin, Batman and Red Robin were speeding outside the cave in the Batmobile, Alfred had moved quietly to the computer setup and prepared for managing the comms with Duke, leaving Jazz and Jason on their own.
"Was it real?" Jazz turned towards Duke's wide eyes as both took a chair to watch the action from the screens. "What I saw… about your brother."
Jazz made a face. "Yes. Danny is… He says he's not human, but he- huh, how can I say it?"
"Was he revived? Resurrected?" Jason asked from where he sat down to sulk away from the rest.
"In a way, he was. He came back as something else."
Alfred looked away from the screens and turned in his chair to glance at the doctor's face, making a note about how her mouth was pressed in a line.
"But his case was different from yours, though." Jason only lifted an eyebrow at the admission that she knew about him. "Maybe that's why Duke sees what he can see in Danny."
"You don't know what happened to me." His voice was closer to a growl, but Jazz didn't seem fazed at all.
She shook her head. "No, I don't know the details, like how you died or how you came back - but it wasn't hard to make the connection between the dead Robin and the Red Hood." She smirked. "The obsession with the Joker and Batman was what proved my theory."
Jason glared at her for a moment, seizing the young woman up as if she were a threat. Finally, he huffed and rolled his eyes. "You are weird."
"And you are too much like my brother." She crossed her arms.
"That still doesn't answer my question, though." Duke reminded them that they weren't alone in the cave. "What is your brother? How is his 'case' different from Jason's?"
The doctor swallowed. She knew she could trust the bats, she knew Danny had given her permission to talk openly about him, that on their way to the Cave he had decided to cooperate and that meant no more secrets.
But she was so used to hiding, not trusting anyone, fearing for so long that one day they would find out about her little brother and take him away…
She looked at the screens that showed the footage of the suits of all the bats in action, watching them grapple over the streets and the buildings, flying like birds without wings, without powers. If they could do these amazing things without powers, could they protect Danny when the time came?
"Danny wasn't just 'revived'." Her eyes first saw her brother waiting on a rooftop on Red Robin's camera. He looked human and very bored. "What happened to him wasn't magic or just a lab accident. I mean, that's the word we use because it happened in a lab; but it wasn't only science that turned him into what he is now."
She saw Danny talk with the four bats, but Alfred had the volume low and it was easy to tune the words out. Her heart beat fast. She could do this. They trusted the bats.
"My parents were obsessed with ghosts. Their whole life, their whole work, is about ghosts. Study them, exterminate them - whatever the end goal was, they first needed the most important ingredient. A ghost."
She felt her mouth move and her vocal cords vibrate as she talked, but her mind was actually focused on how Danny made a face and turned to jump to the next rooftop. He couldn't fly in his human form, but he could still do powerful jumps.
"They needed proof and a subject to study, so they decided to pour ten years of their life into making a portal to where the ghosts lived. It would be easy - punch a hole between dimensions, pick any ghost and show it to everyone. But the portal didn't work.
"I was sixteen when they tested the portal and nothing happened. Danny was fourteen. We believed our parents would at last abandon their ghosts obsession and move on; but my little brother decided to mess around with the machine - he was inside when it turned on."
She averted her eyes from the images on the screens, turning to see Duke and remember why she was telling all of this.
"He wasn't revived - he was remade when a portal to another dimension opened through him. That's why, I think, you can see weird stuff around him."
She saw in the eyes of the other that he understood what she meant, and once more she wondered what the meta had meant by his words. Could he see Phantom overlapped with Fenton? Could he see his powerful aura? Could he see how tight Danny kept his power around him all the time?
"Is that why he sometimes speaks with static?"
Jazz turned towards Jason. Did he understand the words under the static? Interesting. "That's just ghostspeak." She did a dismissive gesture with her hand. "He's been teaching me some of it, but humans can't make all the sounds so my abilities are limited."
"So he's a ghost."
She made a face. "Not exactly."
"And he's human. Not exactly, ok, ok. I get it." Jason sighed when she opened her mouth to correct him. "Well, whatever he is I hope he's not all bark and no bite, because they are at the docks."
Jazz turned to look at the screens, Alfred turning up the volume just in time to hear the argument going on between Danny and the bats.
"... I ain't waiting around. Just tell me where and I'll go."
"We need to make a plan before jumping in." Bruce's voice was tired already. He wasn't fond of the "punch first ask questions never" approach. How the man was best friends with Superman was beyond Jason. "Red Robin?"
"I have the schematics of the building." He said before sharing with everyone, including the batcomputer. "I suggest splitting up, Cass from the North dock, B taking the main entrance, I can get into the vents-"
"Hey, shortie."
"Hey!"
"What's behind this wall?" Danny continued as if Tim hadn't said anything, walking towards the closest wall in the secluded corner they decided to land on.
"Uhhh, it is a storage room. Supposedly."
"Works for me." He shrugged, lifted a closed fist, and before Batman could say anything, he punched the wall.
The hole he made was small, but the tension in the structure traveled through the brick and mortar in the form of serpentine cracks. It happened so fast that the wall collapsed on itself in a matter of seconds.
"What the fuck, dude!" Tim threw his hands to the air.
"People could have been behind the wall." Batman sounded disappointed.
"Uh-huh. I knew it was empty." Danny made a move to walk in, but was stopped by a gloved hand. He turned to glance at Cass, who took his hand to examine it. It was perfectly fine, not even the knuckles were sore. "Thanks for worrying but I'm fine!"
"How could he know that it was empty?" Duke leaned into Jazz.
"He can hear the heartbeats." She ignored the sideways look that Alfred gave her.
"And he didn't know what was behind the wall?"
"I don't have X-ray vision, lugnut!" Danny answered, looking straight at the camera in Cass' suit. "I'm not Superman."
"Could have fooled me." Jason murmured under his breath.
"Woah, he can hear us!? From that far?"
"Calm down, Duke. He can hear through the comms. He really is not like Superman, I promise." Jazz sighed.
"Yeah, the blue boy wishes he were like me." The gesture he did as he flicked his hair could have been funnier if his eyes weren't so dull and he didn't have such deep and dark eyebags. "Let's get this show on the road."
The bats looked at each other briefly, but chose to follow Danny inside, splitting up anyway to cover more ground, but always keeping one of them close to Arkham guard, just in case.
Jason watched as Danny whistled a cheery tune while he walked deeper inside the building, completely entranced at the sight. He was absolutely opposite to every training he had in the past - he was loud and uncaring about who could find him, as if he was either so confident in his abilities or he was completely stupid.
He glanced at Jazz. She was watching the screens with the kind of worried silence of someone that knew what was going to happen and yet is unable to stop it. He wondered how many times the siblings had been in a situation like this.
Alarms started blaring in the base, the noise being picked up by the suit cameras, and Jason's attention was back to the screens - Cass was jumping around in the shadows, finding the first thugs in horrible clown masks, dispatching them quickly; Timbers was following Danny and covering the entrances before advancing to the next room since Danny didn't seem to care about being ambushed; the dynamic duo were shadowing Cass and picking up the disarmed thugs for them to tie up and prepare for the police.
Soon, Danny stopped whistling, not that they could hear him under the fighting noises and the alams, and stopped in front of seemingly nothing in particular in a long corridor.
"Danny?" Tim's voice was shaky. He was scared. But Danny hadn't done anything yet?
"He's behind this wall."
The guard turned towards the vigilante, and the camera glitched for a moment. His eyes were green and then they were blue. Danny smiled, and the glitch happened again.
Jazz leaned in. "Danny, wait for everyone else. And please, don't make a scene."
How the other heard her under the noise of the alarms, Jason couldn't know. "Yeah, yeah."
He made a dismissive gesture with his hand and then he punched the wall anyway. Unlike the other time when he pulled the same move, the wall disintegrated completely at the force of the hit.
"Hello?" The young man said, stepping over the rubble. "Anybody home?"
Jason will never admit it, but Joker's crackling still made him shiver sometimes.
"Oh? We have guests?" The voice felt like sandpaper rubbing against his brain. "Is it only you? I feel abandoned, I would expect Batsy to join the party."
Tim took this as his cue and did one step towards the hole in the wall, but he stopped as Danny responded.
"Just me and my handsome looks. Why, you thought you deserved more?"
From Tim's camera they couldn't really see what was inside the room, but they could see the guard's profile and the way Danny's face was set in a practiced smile. He was deliberately hiding the vigilantes.
"We are in position." Damian's voice redirected their attention to his camera feed. Batman and Robin were looking at the argument from the rafters, giving a wider perspective of what was going on.
It was a repurposed loading and unloading bay of the warehouse - all machinery moved away to let a bigger space in the center. It looked like a battle arena more than a warehouse, and it was filled with thugs and henchmen.
All with automatic weapons glinting under the ceiling lights.
Besides him, Jasmine sighed in relief. "Thanks the Ancients."
Duke was the one that jumped and turned to watch her with wide eyes. "What? There must be at least two hundred armed people in there!"
She didn't blink when she looked at him. "Those can't hurt my brother." Tim's camera caught Danny's scoffing, but it wasn't clear if it was at something Joker said or at Jazz's words.
"Visual on the Joker." Cass' voice was soft as she spoke into her comms.
From her camera feed they could see the clown holed up in the supervisor's office on the other side of the loading bay, watching Danny with his trademark smile in place from the safety of the only window overlooking the room. He had changed to one of his purple suits already, with a yellow flower on the lapel and everything.
"Move in on my cue." Bruce half-grunted, tension evident in his voice. He wasn't liking the odds here, despite Jazz's optimism.
Danny was still talking, probably had been stalling the fight and giving time for the bats to prepare their strategy.
"... I had faith in you, Joker. You had behaved so well! Like a cute puppy!"
"You sister tried to convince me to become a model citizen, but I guess some of us are too far gone." The tone was mocking. Joker didn't believe what he was saying. "She threatened me, you know? The first time we met."
Jazz scoffed, crossing her arms.
"She said, and I quote: Before I give the order for your execution, I would first make sure your existence will be wiped from the Infinite Realms after your last breath." He chuckled. "I don't usually take threats personally, of course, but this time something bothered me."
"Scared of her?"
Joker hummed, shaking his head. "No. As if she could kill me." He rolled his eyes as if the thought was absurd. "But it made me think… She said it as if she had the power to, let's say, 'make sure my existence is wiped' but the truth is she is not the one with those abilities…"
Jason saw Jazz put her face in her hands from the corner of his eyes.
"... You are. Daniel Fenton, the eccentric guard, the mystery. You are a meta, right? Maybe an alien? Or maybe… some kind of creature from another dimension? Hell, perhaps?"
Tim was barely breathing, his camera glitching more and more as he looked at the younger Fenton.
Danny did the creepy smile again. "Let's say I can make you disappear. It's kind of my magic trick. What of it?"
Joker chuckled again. "Then I can't wait to tell Batsy all about it! I bet he'll be thrilled."
"Oh." The glitching stopped. Danny threw his head back and did a dry chuckle. "He already knows."
"Hm." That was the cue.
Batman and Robin jumped from their perching position, the black cape hiding Danny in the shadows for a moment.
Jason was distracted and watched Bruce land and use the cape as a shield against the first maelstrom of bullets, but when he looked at Red Robin's feed, Danny wasn't there anymore.
"Look!" Duke pointed at Cass' camera feed. Alfred zoomed in on the blurry figure of the Arkham guard, only visible in the chaos because he was wearing jeans and a white shirt among the sea of dark body armor and clown masks.
Danny was storming through Joker's people like a bulldozer, knocking down thugs and throwing their guns away in the same move. Despite being shot at, he acted as if it didn't affect him at all, not making a defensive move once.
"Wha-" Jason murmured, looking at Batman's feed, finding the not-ghost fighting his way through in a completely different corner of the room. But it was him, the same white blurry figure running at full speed.
"Can he teleport?" Duke turned towards Jazz. She thought the question was funny, and smiled at him.
"Nope. He is just very sneaky."
Bullshit, Jason kept his eyes on the four feeds, finding that Danny appeared and disappeared from one feed to the other - but it was impossible, the four bats were dividing the large group and fighting them in different fronts. He can teleport, or at least move very fast.
He didn't like any of those options. The nonchalant way the Fentons treated his skill set could point towards a much scarier reality of a bigger scale of powers. That Danny was powerful was a fact, but how powerful? If so, why did he give up the hero stuff? He clearly believed in justice and wanted to save the ghosts from the GIW; but why hadn't he joined the Justice League… and why was he so scared of them, instead?
And most importantly - why was he just a guard in Arkham?
Jason wondered what he would do if he had such power, but his mind came back blank. If he had Superman's power, a god's power, or, as Danny said, if he had the ability to "make someone disappear" - would he use it? Would he use it on criminals? On the Joker?
Suddenly Jazz's worries made sense. She said that Danny didn't kill, but Jason knew that there were ways to make people hurt without killing them.
Also, he was grateful that someone that powerful was on the side of good. Right?
There was a loud sound coming from the batcomputer, a metal sound, seconds before they saw in Tim's camera that the entire walkway on the left side of the loading bay was collapsing, the support beams ripped from their place and were crushed by-
Jason's eyebrows went to his hairline as he saw in Cass' feed how Danny ran at a group of more armed thugs shooting at him, watching how he didn't make a move to dodge the bullets and yet not even flinched as they unloaded their entire clips on him. Then, the not-human grabbed a support beam, yanked it and tore the metal as if it was paper, doing a big sweep on the now scattering men, their screams drowned in the noise of the walkway falling apart.
"I told him not to make a scene."
Jason's eyes followed the teleporting Danny, a smile on his face. "No no, this is actually funny."
Jasmine clearly didn't agree with him, by the glare she sent his way.
"Is he usually so destructive?" He couldn't not ask. "One would think that moving that fast he'd be more precise."
She sighed heavily. "Danny's path of destruction can decimate an entire city. This is him being precise."
"What the fuck." Duke whispered, eyes glued to the screen.
After that there wasn't much talking. In frozen silence, they watched the bats and Danny work their way through the group, Danny's destruction was localized as much as possible where less casualties would occur. It was a miracle that nobody was crushed under the metal beams and fallen walkways.
Soon, after all the thugs were taken care of, they saw the guard jump towards the closed window of the overseer's office, not caring about shattering the glass and breaking through the concrete like it wasn't there; Batman and the rest followed right after through the hole Danny left on the wall.
Jason half hoped and half feared that the others would find Joker already dead by Danny's hand, but what all four camera feeds showed was Danny paralized mid step in the middle of the room. On the other end, close to the emergency exit, Joker watched with delight as the guard's movements were slowed to a halt.
"Oh?" Danny said, eyes flashing green as he looked at the floor. A circle of salt and various symbols was around the room. "A Devil's Trap? In this economy?"
Robin's camera glitched for a second, and Jason swore he saw a glowing figure overlapping with Danny's. It was back to normal when he blinked.
"You are not the only one with contacts, you know." Joker was saying. "I knew you'd come for me and I wanted to be prepared."
"So you assumed I was a demon and set up a Devil's Trap?" Danny's smirk was out of place, frozen as he was.
"I am not a fool." The clown shook his head, smile in place, shrugging in a 'what can you do' gesture. "I just set up everything just to see what stuck."
As he said the words, the room started to glow and sparkle in different colors - different magic. What had the clown done? Who did he get to make all these traps and enchantments?
On the wall, some runes came to life and spawned glowing ropes that attached themselves to Danny's extremities, forcing him to kneel down.
The circle on the floor lit for a few seconds in red fire, revealing another circle of symbols below, which flowed like liquid fire and ashes, engulfing the kneeling figure of the guard as a metallic sound filled the speakers.
Once the light spectacle settled, the runes and symbols stopped glowing, and magic was executed, Danny was left kneeling covered in ropes and chains, glowing a bit red and with a pissed off expression on his face.
"You surely did try everything huh. There are some even I don't recognize. Feeling desperate?"
Jason ventured another look at Jazz. She was still worried, but not that worried about Danny's chained state, feeding his assumption that Danny was more powerful than he calculated at first. He gulped.
"If you think I'm going to let a thing like you roaming free, you are clearly mistaken. So much power, unleashed?" Joker shook his head. "I think I prefer you to be controlled and powerless."
Danny's smile was twisted with incredulity, as if he couldn't believe the audacity of this man.
He stood up. Chains and rope and everything.
"I think there has been a misunderstanding somewhere along the way. I am not something you can trap. Like, at all."
The cameras glitched again as Danny shook his hands, the ropes trying to tie him to the walls burning in green fire. The chains melted right out of his skin, pooling on the floor in the now useless circle of sigils. The guard stretched his arms above his head, cracking his knuckles, delighted at being free.
"I am not a demon, or a fae, or a god, or a monster. Although the last bit is currently out for debate." He chuckled. He took a step towards Joker, the place where his foot touched the ground freezing on contact, the ice spreading quickly towards the clown and more specifically, towards his escape route.
"Also, I'm not a mere spirit either. I am The Ghost King."
As he said the last words, the cameras did a weird thing - they glitched like crazy for a moment, but then started working like normal, just the video was too saturated and the colors were all wrong. It was as if they were in a different dimension altogether.
But that wasn't what Jason was fixed on.
Danny was not- He was… Uh, it was difficult to explain.
Danny was different. Not just different, different. Danny was and wasn't the young man he had met today, he wasn't human but held a human form. His hair was white as fresh fallen snow, his eyes two green beacons and his smile the nightmarish ensemble of sharp teeth they had glimpsed at before.
He looked taller. And bigger. Maybe it was the actual black armor he donned now. It appeared as suddenly as the rest of his physical changes, in a wall of green flames.
"Ghost King?" Joker took a step back, freezing when the ice started creeping towards him now.
"I am the One Above Death. The one that rules over the gods that choose your destiny. I am the Commander of everything and is, was and will die; the one that dictates the fate of those in the Infinite Realms." He took a deep breath, as if he were calming his nerves. Suddenly he was just in front of Joker, but nobody saw how he moved so fast. "And you are really pissing me off."
"Please-"
"Uh-huh. I gave you a warning, man. I told you not to mess with my sister. I told you to stay put in Arkham and be a good patient for her, that's all. You chose violence. You made a bad choice."
Jason looked nervously at Jazz, who blinked at the four angles of her brother picking up Joker by the lapels of his suit. For some reason it was becoming harder and harder to believe that Danny didn't kill people, despite Jazz's insistence about the contrary.
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His voice became distorted, the crackling of the ice mixing with the static Jason could hear overlapping with his normal voice.
"I wonder," he got closer, his smile with only sharp teeth centimeters away from Joker's face, "what could be a proper punishment for you? Jazz always says I should be a just monarch." He tilted his head, hands glowing with restrained power.
"Mercy?"
Danny's eyes narrowed, letting the green fire spread all over the clown, who watched in horror at the display.
"Mercy? You hurt so many people, you killed so many people. And you don't regret it. You are not insane. You enjoyed every life you took for your personal gain. There's no mercy for you."
Danny lifted the burning man a little, eyes glowing brighter with the flames reflecting on his face, a manic smile on his face.
"You won't stop. People like you never stop. You have to be forcefully stopped." He hummed, thinking. "Maybe I should just rip your soul and feed it to my dog. Maybe I should burn it and make your body an empty carcass to display in a vitrine. So many options."
The fire burned brighter for a moment, and Joker started screaming in pain. Danny let him fall to the floor like a sack of potatoes, deciding to stay standing and watch the clown trash around and try to put out the fire without success.
He hummed again, not an ounce of joy in his expression. "But I'm a merciful King. I will let the judgment come when your time is up, Joker. There are a lot of friends in my kingdom waiting patiently for you to join them and have their chance at revenge. It's only fair that I let my people decide what to do with you."
He crouched down to get closer to the burning man, his armor clicking and clunking with every movement. It echoed in the cave, despite the Joker's screams monopolizing their attention.
"Until then your soul will be sealed in your body. Part of you will be a mere spectator of the world passing by without you. Every day, every month, every year that passes, you will not have an important role in anybody's life. You will regret what you did today every damn second of the rest of your life, as well as regret the decisions that put you here."
He snapped his fingers, and everything came back to normal. Cameras with the correct saturation, Danny back to his black hair and tired visage, the Joker unmoving on the floor. No ice. No green fire. No Devil Traps or symbols or runes. Everything that suggested a supernatural event in that room had vanished with the fire.
Danny stretched back to his full height. He looked at Batman with his dull blue eyes. He wasn't smiling anymore.
"All yours, Bats."