DP x DC Prompt
The Thief Who Left No Human Evidence
One day in science class, Danny learned something weird.
Human DNA doesn’t last forever.
Skin cells. Saliva. Hair. Fingerprints.
Eventually they degrade.
Except his.
Every single trace Danny left behind rapidly broke down into ectoplasmic residue — his ghost signature — until nothing human remained.
No blood. No skin. No genetic markers.
Just ecto.
At first it was just another weird halfa thing.
Years later, it became incredibly useful.
Because some idiot collectors had started stealing Realm artifacts.
Ancient supernatural objects that absolutely should not be in museums or private vaults.
Objects that would destabilize reality, summon horrors, or rip open portals if left alone too long.
So Danny stole them back.
And he didn’t even bother transforming.
Ski mask. Scarf. A little invisibility. Some intangibility.
Done.
Cameras glitched when he passed. Footage warped into static.
Every DNA trace fried forensic machines the second it was tested.
Hair samples dissolved into green residue. Fingerprints burned scanners. Saliva evaporated into ectoplasm.
The police were losing their minds.
No face. No identity. No evidence.
Just glowing residue and broken equipment.
They called him the Ecto Thief.
Then he hit Gotham.
After one particularly clean museum break-in, the case landed on Commissioner Gordon’s desk.
He stared at the fried lab reports.
Watched the distorted footage.
Sighed.
And handed it straight to the Batfamily.
The Batcave short-circuited the first time they analyzed an ecto sample.
They’d assumed it was some messed-up Lazarus compound.
They were wrong.
Very wrong.
Now the Bats were invested.
Very invested.
Because whatever this thief was — human, meta, ghost, or something in between —
He was playing with forces even Batman didn’t fully understand.
And he was good
