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More to add, because I just had an idea! Danny's POV Jazz had said that moving to Central city might be a bad idea, but now he could tell her she was incredibly wrong. He was able to find a nice apartment (The people who owned it insisted on giving him a discount for some reason), he even managed to score a job in a cafe while he tried to get his masters degree, and he even got a friend! Sure, Barry was involved in law enforcement and Danny was a bit wary of him because of that, considering he kept getting shot at by law enforcement in past, but Barry turned out to be a nice guy. "Danny! Hurry up and finish cropping that fruit, we need your help with orders." Danny's boss, Pam, yelled into the kitchen where Danny was currently cutting up a random assortment of fruit for the cafe's smoothies and fruit salads. "Got it, Pam." Danny called back taking his eyes off the knife in his hand for a split second.

A second too long apparently, because when he turned back there was a large cut in his hand. "Dammit!" He hissed grabbing some paper towels to stop the bleeding. It didn't really hurt, after the accident that made him a half-ghost his pain tolerance became god tier, but that didn't mean he hadn't done some damage but that should heal fine on it's own...Probably. He was going to have to take a look at it to properly tell, he was more upset about having to get rid of all the fruit now that his blood contaminated all of it. Danny left the kitchen tightly holding his injured hand to his chest. "Uh, Pam? I got a bit of a problem." He started sheepishly, nearly flinching when the cafe owners attention snapped to him. Pam's eyes flew over him trying to pinpoint the problem, her eyes finally landed on his hand, and he tried not to chuckle nervously, thank the ancients his blood wasn't green when he was in his human form.

"Ha, ha, oops?" He said with a shrug, Pam sighed tilted her head upwards as if looking to the heavens for guidance, Jazz did the same thing a lot. "Go home." "But-" Danny tried to protest, it'd be healed soon anyway, but Pam was having none of it. "But nothing, you aren't working like this, you go home, you get your hand fixed if you need too, and then you can come back to work, I don't need you bleeding all over the place." She told him, she said it in a no-nonsense kind of way but there was a glimmer of concern in her eyes that made any other attempt at protesting die on his tongue. "...Fine, I'll go." He agreed reluctantly, he left the cafe with a poorly wrapped hand and a slice of cake. He stopped by a store for a bandage that wasn't made of paper towel, thankfully it didn't seem to be deep enough to need stitches. Which was good since he hadn't given himself stitches in years and the skill had probably gotten a bit rusty. Danny sat on a park bench a random park and ate his cake. "I think there's something I'm forgetting..." He murmured as he watched the sun go down, it was something big, something important. What was it again? "Oh shit!" Danny leapt off the park bench like he'd been electrocuted.

"I forgot Batman!" The Dark Knight had reached out to Danny, not Phantom, Danny, and requested a meeting with him, something about a murder? Danny didn't really think he did something wrong since the furry hadn't shown up on his doorstep to arrest him, the ecto-acts had also been destroyed so he wasn't breaking the law by existing. So maybe the Bat needed help with a ghost related murder? His parents were the leading experts on the subject, even if they were mostly wrong, if Danny had to choose between getting help from two mad scientists or their son who was considerably closer, he'd probably pick him too. "Should I get changed?" He looked at his work uniform and decided, yeah, that was probably a good idea.

Didn't want to make a bad first impression after all. Batman's POV "You sure he's even coming, B?" Nightwing asked as he moved to lean on the batsignal. "Hn." Bruce replied, there was a small part of him that would prefer it if the person didn't show up. "Sorry I'm late, I hope I didn't keep you waiting long?" The two of them whirled around to face the newcomer with batarangs at the ready

Seemingly appearing out of the shadows like he was part of them was the man they were meeting. Daniel Fenton Codename: The Ghost Occupation: Hitman. Statis: Unknown, possible meta. His file was laughably empty, and Bruce wouldn't have chosen to contact him if he had no choice. Ghost held his hands up in a 'I mean no harm.' The man was dressed in like any normal person on the street would be, he wasn't fooled, Bruce caught sight of the bloody bandage wrapped around the hitman's hand and Bruce's hands tightened around the batarangs to the point that his knuckles were probably white. Whose blood was that? The Ghost's? or someone else's? was it the blood of someone in his city? who had he failed to save? "How about you put the sharp objects down and tell me why I'm here?" Ghost asked giving them a smile that promised a fight if they didn't comply, Bruce lowered his weapon but didn't put it back in his utility belt. Nightwing took that as his cue to put his own weapons away and hand over the case file they were working on. "We were hoping you could give us some insight on this." He said with a smile. Bruce had to stop himself from stepping between them to shield Nightwing from the hitman. "I'll see what I can do." The Ghost replied taking the file from Nightwing.

He went through the file with critical eyes, scanning the words at a leisurely pace, humming and tutting at certain points like he was giving a review. "Joe Carter." Nightwing jumped at the sudden sound while Bruce stiffened. "Come again?" The bludhaven vigilante asked politely. The Ghost glanced up from the case file and clarified. "Joe Carter is the one who killed Agatha Evens." He said, snapping the file close and placing it on the ground. "How do you know?" Bruce demanded, all leads had been dead ends, there were no witnesses, no camera footage, nothing. How did he know? The Ghost tilted his head so that his hair fell in front of his eyes and then he smiled. "Agatha told me, of cause." Bruce clenched his teeth, the hitman was mocking them. Nightwing glanced uncertainly between him and The Ghost, making no move to get the case file in case it left him open to an attack. The Ghost stepped back away from them and towards the roof's ledge. "Well if that's all, I've got to go now, busy day tomorrow and all that." Bruce froze, was the hitman still active? He had assumed that the blood on his hand wasn't his, was he right? The only reason he had let Nightwing convince him to meet The Ghost was because of the assumption that he was retired. "Welp, bye!" The Ghost said before flinging himself off the roof. "Wait!"Nightwing shouted as both of them raced over to the edge only to find no trace of the hitman. It was clear he hadn't hit the ground, and they hadn't seen him use a grappling hook. "Well, that's spooky." Nightwing commented as he peered over the edge. "Hn."

Danny's POV Danny stood Infront of a grave that looked about a week old. "I think They'll catch him now." He said to the ghost hovering next to him. "I hope so, young man." Agatha replied with a sigh.

Hitman vibes

Because Danny is half dead, he has some serious doom and gloom vibes without trying.

He smiles and wishes you a good day? Holy shit this kid just said this is my last day holy fuck.

Give you hot chocolate? Is this kid implying that this is the last warmth I'll ever feel?

It boils down to this; Danny had Hitman Vibes.

This is both hilarious and concerning, especially when people try to contract him to perform assassinations. He has gotten so many people arrested with that shit.