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Danny died and was consequently resurrected over and over for a good, solid two minutes when he was fourteen. He became a halfa. Then, because he’s selfless and loves his friends, family and home; at age fifth teen he challenged Pariah Dark and fought him in combat, knocked his crown off his head and tossed him the sarcophagus of forever sleep. Now at age sixteen Danny has been deemed the King of Ghosts much to his dismay and inherited the ring of rage and crown of fire.
Why the recap you ask? Well simple, Danny can’t get rid of the crown. It doesn’t matter if he’s in ghost form or human, in the ghost zone or home on the mortal plane. Honestly, it’s a real inconvenience and he’s so close to tracking down one of the magic people in the justice league to help him hide it. None of the books in his new, seemingly endless, library in his castle keep were any help.
Well, one was a little helpful. Were all other books were about enhancing the crowns power and how to wield it, even a whole book on the futility of destroying it, he did find one about manipulating its appearance. With a lot of practice and a now off limits due to dangerous hazards room in is keep, he could at least make it not so intimidating. He tried invisible, but it’s like the crown demanded to be visible.
Which is what has led us here. To Danny really wishing he either didn’t have or could get rid of the crown. He looks ridiculous; a twenty-two-year-old who casually wears a flower crown to class every day. He has tried to own it, manipulates the crown into different styles, colours, sizes, even has it appear to add sparkles or decorative beads, gems and pearls.
But he is known on campus as the soft flower crown boy in the engineering department. Worse still he goes to Gotham University. After getting the GIW shutdown, the anti-ecto acts repealed and putting out a decree that the ghosts can’t just come brawl him anymore; he decided to go to the next city with large amounts of ambient amounts of ectoplasm. So naturally, Gotham it was.
Sam and Tucker think he’s crazy living here. They’re probably right, it’s not good to be known as the soft boy in Gotham. But considering the other whispers are along the lines of “I would think he’s the next rouge if he wasn’t so cute in that flower crown” he’ll deal with being the soft boy over a budding villain.
Anyway, right now, he really really wishes he wasn’t stuck in a flower crown. Today’s flower crown was dark crimson red accented with sparking black beads. He was hoping it would look edgy but alas it just gave vampire vibes. Apparently, the art students who found him in the library thought it looked cool, kidnapped him and dressed him up in their scrap fabrics to look like a dark brooding vampire prince.
Ironic considering he was The Ghost King.
His clothes went missing so he had no choice but to stay in his new dark academia fit for the rest of the day. That lead to the need for a good, sweet treat of a white choc hot chocolate, so he stopped in at his favourite café just outside campus.
After ordering he was standing around scrolling through his group chat with Sam and Tucker when a hand wrapped around his arm. He followed the hand along a lean pale arm up to the most stunning man he had ever seen. Pale skin, cute dimples, perfectly trimmed black brows, glorious black hair that he totally wasn’t jealous of and the most gorgeous crystal blue eyes.
He really wished he wasn’t wearing a flower crown in front of this ten out of ten specimen of a man. Or the vampire-esk outfit that he was corralled into wearing. He looks stupid in front of this guy in his clearly designer clothes.
“Ahhh.” Danny didn’t know what to say.
“Hey babe, there you are I was wondering when you’d get here. Did you order your drink yet?” The handsome man asked him with a pointed look, hand still on his arm and walking in front of him.
“Ahhh, yeah, I got my hot chocolate… I didn’t realise you were here before me… I was gonna text you.” Danny tried to play along, clearly something was up.
“Great. Shall we sit?” The handsome man smiled, turned to the girl at the counter and did a little hand signal. Probably to say bring our drinks together as he guided Danny to the high stools along the window counter.
“Yeah.” Damn, he sounded like an idiot. He was smart, how does he normally sound smart. Wow, he hasn’t flirted with anyone since Sam, damn his lack dating right now.
“So, babe, how was class?” The guy asked while leaning his perfect chin on him hand. His eyes seemed to sharply scan the room and linger on a blond man with brown eyes.
Said man was watching the handsome guy with an intense glare, hands holding his takeaway cup a little too tightly for his liking. Whatever this was Danny was not vibing with it. He scouted his chair a tad closer to the guy.
“Class was good. I got an A on my aerodynamics paper after I destroyed the professor.” Danny said, getting an eyebrow lift from the man opposite him.
“How did you destroy your professor?” The guy looked intrigued but still on alert, watching the blonde out the corner of his eye.
“Well, he claimed I cheated, so when I told him I didn’t he wanted me to prove it. So, I said ask me anything, he did, I answered. At one point he said I was wrong. I asked what he thought was correct and then completely deconstructed his argument. I hate that he thinks just because he’s older he’s automatically correct.” Danny explained.
“God, I hate when people automatically think they’re smarter than you just because they’re older.” He huffed.
“You got a lot of experience with ‘I’m smarter than you, age before intelligence’ snobs too?” Danny hoped that sounded like he knew the guy already.
“Yeah, all the chief officers of this, that and everything. I swear if I have to listen to one more all but senile idiot try and tell me how to run my family’s business then I will commit murder.” He said with a completely blank face, eyes dead serious.
“Well, you know sweets, I love a little murder date night. We can get dinner, stalk your coworker then taunt them for hours till they feel like they’ve gone insane. At the peak of their panic, we’ll swing down from the rafters and one of us will inject them with poison while the other incapacitates them.” Danny should not say unhinged things, hopefully the flower crown and artsy vampire fit were making him look soft and not budding villain.
Right then the waitress brought over their drinks, placed them in front of them and then returned to work. Danny quickly took a gulp of the sweet sugary drink before locking eyes with the now wholly focused on him man in front of him. He took a sip of his very dark coffee with an intrigued look on his face.
“How should we get rid of the body?” He sounded genuinely interested. Well, if Danny hadn’t blown his chance yet, why not.
“Freeze the body, then cut it up into little bits so we can feed it into a woodchipper over Gotham harbour. Little mess and near impossible to gather evidence.”
“I like it but what if we want no traces? We can do better.”
“We could always go fire but that draws attention. Pigs are a great option, but the teeth will be left. Dissolve in a bathtub of acid then take the tub to the dump for it to be destroyed.”
“I like you.”
And that’s when Danny’s brain froze.