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If he was being honest, Danny didn’t particularly like having the whole “I am the Ghost King” shtick on show 24/7, or for any period of time longer than an hour.
It didn’t bother him that much at first, but there were only so many weird looks and hushed tones he could take before it started to get to him. Besides, people knowing he was the Ghost King only brought him more problems than he had. And trust him, he had plenty of those already. One of them being working with the actual, honest to god Justice League for some reason.
This was an especially huge source of stress for Danny as of late. If he wasn’t a ghost, he would be concerned about his health he was so damned stressed.
Admittedly, seventy percent of that stress was leftover from being creeped up on by the freakin’ Batman. Only that guy could terrify the life out of a ghost.
Anyways, Danny was so sure he was going to get a scolding for sticking around to do some work in Gotham, but thank the universe that wasn’t it.
“You… want me.. to join the Justice League??? You do know I’m a ghost, right? Don’t get me wrong, I know you people don’t exactly shy away from the weird and creepy, but I’m barely even alive.”
“I didn’t say join,” Tall Dark and Brooding said in a low scratchy voice, with narrowed eyes that Danny was doing a great job at avoiding. “This is a temporary and brief job offer, benefits included. You help us, we help you.”
Danny accidentally stared at the Bat, marveling at how the light from the lamppost above was causing the shadows across his face to deepen, making him look like a ghoulish demon without any eyes. Whoops, did he say marveling? He meant horrified.
“Uhh, yeah yeah, totally. What, um, exactly do you guys need me for?”
“One of our main experts in the occult is off on a different mission, and being half dead, you seem to know you’re way in the field.”
Danny snorted.
“Yeah, I guess you could say that. Dealing with ghosts for half your life can do lots of things. So then what’s the problem?”
“It’s—“
A growing buzzing sound above them interrupted the Bat, and that was all the warning they got before the light went pop.
Danny wasn’t “submerged in darkness” or whatever used to happen before he half-died, so the most noticeable difference when the light went off was that Batman didn’t look like an eyeless demon anymore. Although he did look surprised— as surprised as Batman can be?
It took Danny all of four seconds to remember: oh right, I’m the ghost king who, for some reason, wasn’t given instructions on how to turn off his neon “ghost king here” sign.
It took Batman less than that to point it out.
“You have a floating crown. That’s on fire.”
Danny sighed, annoyed
“Hate it when that happens, I can’t even do anything about it. Anyways, what was the— can you, like… please stop looking at it?”
Honestly, Batman was pretty considerate when Danny said that, ‘cause he did not even peek a glance at it.
But if Batman of all people reacted like that to his “ghost kingliness”, Danny didn’t even want want to think what some of other League members might say. He’d been lucky so far with the few members he’s worked with, but luck was rare for him. He was honestly surprised that it took this long for it to run out, especially with Batman considering the guy works nights religiously.
Something told him that keeping to the light was not going to be as easy as it used to be, especially now that he had to work with the Justice League. Oh joy.