Being a protective spirit wasnât optional â it was what he was. If he didnât protect someone, anyone, the magic that made him would twist inward, driving him toward madness. But people had a way of taking advantage of protectors. Theyâd use him for his strength, his foresight, his willingness to throw himself in front of danger.
Danny Fenton had done that dance before. He wasnât doing it again.
So when Clockwork, Master of Time and perpetual enigma, offered him a loophole, Danny took it.
A fake oracle â that was the plan. Heâd pose as a human seer blessed by some mysterious patron. Heâd warn people of what shouldnât happen â a bridge collapse here, a monster attack there â fixing the timeline and satisfying his need to protect without revealing his true nature.
It worked beautifully. Too beautifully.
Word spread of the âOracle of the Clock.â His predictions were too accurate, his knowledge too deep. Even the Justice League started paying attention. And when the League learned that the world was on the verge of annihilation by an ancient ghostly enemy â one that could only be stopped with the help of the elusive Ghost King â they came seeking his guidance.
They didnât realize they were already talking to him.
Now Danny has to lead the worldâs greatest heroes on a hunt for⊠himself.
He has to keep up the act, play the part of the cryptic prophet, and somehow save the world without letting anyone know heâs the very being theyâre desperate to find.
Meanwhile, Clockwork, as always, is laughing in the background.
The old church sat at the edge of nowhere â a crooked shape against the fog, its bell tower long since fallen silent. Inside, candlelight flickered across rows of shattered pews and half-burnt clocks that ticked out of sync.
Danny liked the noise. The uneven rhythm reminded him that time wasnât as linear as people thought. Clockworkâs sense of humor had rubbed off on him that way.
He was sitting cross-legged on the floor when the air changed â sharp, electric, too clean. A dimensional ripple. They were here.
He didnât bother to look up. âYou can come in,â he said softly, tracing a sigil into the dust. âYouâre not the first to knock on Timeâs door.â
The heavy door creaked open. Batman stepped through first, shadows clinging to him like armor. Wonder Woman followed, posture regal but cautious, and then Superman â his presence bright enough to make the candle flames shiver.
Danny smiled faintly. âLet me guess,â he murmured. âThe end of the world again?â
They froze, just for a moment. That was always the fun part â watching people realize he already knew.
Batmanâs voice cut through the stillness. âYouâre the Oracle of the Clock?â
âThatâs what they call me.â Danny stood, dusting his jeans off. He looked nothing like a prophet â young, too relaxed, barefoot. The white streak in his black hair glowed faintly in the candlelight, and his green eyes didnât quite look human when they caught the light wrong. âYou can just call me Danny.â
Superman exchanged a glance with Diana. âYouâve predicted five separate disasters this year,â he said. âEach one stopped before it happened. We were hoping you could help us again.â
Danny tilted his head, pretending to think. âAh, yes. The ghost.â
Dianaâs brows furrowed. âYou know of it.â
âI know him,â Danny corrected, tone suddenly too knowing, too tired. âOld enemy of the Ghost King. The kind that doesnât stay buried for long.â
Batman stepped closer, cape whispering against the floor. âWe need to find the Ghost King. Can you tell us where he is?â
Danny laughed softly â a sound that wasnât quite human. âNow, thatâs the question, isnât it?â he said. âBut time doesnât like shortcuts. Youâll have to earn your answers.â
âCan you at least tell us if heâll help us?â Superman asked.
Dannyâs smile faded, and for a moment, the weight of centuries flickered behind his young face. âIf you find him,â he said quietly, âtell him that the balance is breaking. Tell him Clockwork warned him this would happen.â
The League traded uneasy looks.
Danny turned away, lighting another candle. âNow go,â he said, voice light again. âThe sooner you start looking for your ghost, the sooner I can stop pretending I donât know where he is.â
None of them caught that last part.