For one reason or another, the JL is trying to get in contact with Danny. Maybe he is haunting their hq, maybe they’ve heard about a ghost hero. In any case they pull out all the stops and have a full on seance.
Danny has been watching with amusement for a while, and then they go to the ouija board. He guides their hands to a message.
At first, Constantine has to push down the panic. We? Who is “we?”
Trying to contact him? Shit. Shit shit shit, why? What do these entities want? Are they calling in contracts?
And then the rest of the message comes through.
He stares.
Batman stares. Somewhere nearby, Red Robin starts trying to stifle laughter.
The only thing John can think to say is, “I really hope you aren’t calling my body a car, mate, because I’d never treat a car as poorly as I treat my body, and I don’t think anyone sane’d offer me an extended warranty on my body.”
The ouija board falls still, as if the spook on the other side is surprised into silence.
Then, echoing laughter rings through the space as a floating entity comes into view, pointed ears tinted green with laughter as he(?) cackles.
“Nah, I don’t need a warranty,” the entity says. “I’m getting you once your body fails, anyway. Sorry to worry you all, I just wanted to see whose soul I inherited with all the Realms’ paperwork. You’ll fit right in at Court.” The entity (Entity) then winked and gave him finger guns before fading from view.
I was a weird kid and am now a weird adult but I wake up every day and thank god I wasn’t a weird kid in the age of tiktok and putting your face and government name next to dogshit takes
H E L P I just absolutely LOST IT at Alfred’s “Just once I would love to get an answer that I could be mentally braced for in advance” like every day this man wakes up to some new absolute bullshit from the gremlins that he watches over, today it’s an Atlantean’s lungs in a box, tomorrow it’ll be a cow in the Batcave, the day after that, it’ll probably be Tim stashing a Superboy clone in the corner or some shit.
A/N: A late night Idea that came to me instead of sleep and I wrote this down during lunch break
Danny was just in Gotham because the city spirit had asked him for assistance with a rather persistent unruly Ghost that didn’t understand that this was her haunt and she did not want them there.
So when he got the notice he did his kingly duties and made sure the Ghost was no longer annoying Lady Gotham. He was the Ghost King but even he didn’t want to anger a spirit as old as her. He had watched the spirit take a ghostly club and hit Clockwork the Ancient of Time with it without remorse the first time they were introduced. So yea, no messing with this one.
He had been about to portal back home when he felt a strange pull one that was close to when he got summoned but yet it didn’t feel as demanding but more like a little kid pulling on his shirt hesitantly. So he checked it out…
… and came across a group of vigilantes investigating an occult side.
Invisible he watched them, curious. He used to do the teen hero stick too before the whole Ghost King business allowing him to get some semblance of a normal life with his rogues, might as well see how others to that hero stick. Besides the pull he felt appeared to come from that tall one wearing a red helmet something was up with that guy.
“Come on, ask the ghosts a question or are you too chicken to do it?”
“I will not participate in this nonsense, Red Hood.”
“Come on guys it will be fun!”
“For whom? You, Spoiler?”
“RR aren’t you curious?”
“We just gotta ask the board a question and if a ghost is around they will answer by moving it, right?”
“Ghosts don’t exist.”
Okay Danny was not taking personal offense here but he was a half ghost and he ruled the Ghost Zone filled with ecto-entities that could count as ghosts. So yes, ghosts existed. It was a simple decision then as he floated down invisible crouching next to board still invisible and out of the way from them.
Making sure he made a lot of scraping noises as he moved the small wooden piece on the board to ‘YES’.
“Think of the two major possibilities here: Either the studios owe untold millions to their talents and paying it out will decimate their stock prices, or they owe so little because there really is no money in streaming and the bubble of their entire 21st century business model will burst in spectacular fashion. And make no mistake: this is a bubble. This is the inevitable climax of a stockholder-driven hunger for infinite growth, despite the fact that, by design, such a thing cannot and should not exist. The infection of Wall Street has overwhelmed the entertainment industry beyond repair, leading to cultural vandals like David Zaslav to be appointed with the callous duty of strip-mining decades’ of artistic beauty for pennies of tax write-offs. The past and future are frivolous in comparison to the short-term demands that the line keep going up.”
