Danny Fenton Is the Only Student Gotham Academyâs Ghost Wonât Scare and Damian Wayne Thinks Thatâs a Problem
Gotham Academy has a ghost.
Not a metaphor. Not a rumor. An actual, documented, deeply annoying haunting that the staff refuses to acknowledge because âfunding would be affected.â
Lights turn off in empty rooms. Lockers slam. Footsteps echo in halls that should be empty. Every few months, a student swears something whispered their name.
Most people cope by ignoring it.
Damian Wayne does not ignore threats.
He has a plan, a schedule, and exactly zero patience for supernatural interference in his education.
Then Danny Fenton transfers in.
And on his first day, the haunting⊠stops.
Not completely. Just around him.
Lights donât flicker when he walks by. The cold spots vanish. The whispering goes quiet, like something just got told to behave.
Damian notices immediately.
âThis is your doing,â he says.
Danny looks genuinely confused. âWhat is?â
Danny shrugs. âI thought this school just had bad wiring.â
It gets worse from there.
Because Danny starts talking to empty rooms.
Not in a creepy way. In a casual, âhey, can you not do that right now?â kind of way.
Once, during study hall, a book flies off a shelf across the room.
Before anyone can react, Danny sighs.
âDude, seriously? Iâm trying to focus.â
The entire class freezes.
Danny flips a page in his notebook like nothing happened.
If this is a hostile entity, then Fenton is either controlling it or negotiating with it. Both are unacceptable variables.
After hours. Empty halls. The kind of quiet Gotham only has right before something goes wrong.
Danny walks like he knows where heâs going.
He stops in front of an old, unused classroom. The door creaks open on its own.
âYou gonna come out or what?â Danny says, leaning against the frame.
Something moves inside the room. Not visible. Just⊠present.
Damian reaches for a weapon.
âYeah, I know,â Danny continues, softer now. âTheyâre loud. They donât mean anything by it.â
A desk scrapes across the floor.
Damian steps forward. âFentonââ
âHold on,â Danny says, not looking away from the empty space. âWeâre talking.â
Except itâs not nothing.
The presence in the room feels wrong. Old. Fractured. Like itâs been stuck here too long.
Danny tilts his head, listening.
ââŠOh,â he says quietly. âThatâs why.â
The tension eases. Just a little.
âWhat is it saying?â Damian demands.
Then, âIt doesnât remember leaving.â
Even the building seems to hold its breath.
Danny pushes off the doorframe and steps inside like this is normal, like this is safe.
âItâs not trying to hurt anyone,â he says. âItâs just⊠stuck. Keeps replaying the same stuff over and over.â
The air shifts again. Less sharp this time.
âCan you help it?â Damian asks, before he can stop himself.
Danny glances back, expression oddly serious.
ââŠYeah,â he says. âI think so.â
He turns back to the empty room.
âHey,â he says gently. âYou donât have to stay here.â
Whatever was there⊠is gone.
Danny exhales like he just finished something difficult.
âOkay,â he mutters. âThat should do it.â
Damian stands in the doorway, trying to process.
âYou exorcised it,â he says.
Danny winces. âI mean⊠not like that. I just helped it move on.â
âThat is what exorcism is.â
âYeah, but mineâs less⊠dramatic.â
This boy who walks into haunted rooms without fear. Who speaks to the dead like theyâre just people having a bad day. Who treats something dangerous like it deserves patience instead of violence.
ââŠYou are highly irregular,â Damian decides.
Danny grins, just a little tired. âYeah, I get that a lot.â
The next day, Gotham Academy is quiet.
No flickering lights. No whispers. No slammed doors.
For the first time in years, the building feels⊠normal.
Damian watches Danny from across the room.
Because the ghost is gone.
And somehow, that feels like the bigger anomaly.
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