using my own prompt-💥😅👍- for uh. I think it would be funny for DPxDC, Jack Fenton and Bruce Wayne. Yeah
“Hey! It’s Batman! Hi Batty!”
Bruce has seen a lot of strange things in life. He’s been to a lot of weird places. He’s friends with the Justice League. He’s adopted multiple kids who made it their life mission to give him gray hair early.
Bruce has seen a lot of strange things in life. But this? This is going in the top 10.
There’s a stranger in a bright orange jumpsuit in the middle of the Batcave. There’s no indication on how he got down here, but he’s got a futuristic gun on his back and metal gloves on.
Bruce settles into a defensive crouch, scanning the rest of the cave. Why did none of the alarms go off? Where’s the rest of the team?
“Batman! Hey! Hey Batty! Batty-man!”
“What do you want,” he growls.
“I’m looking for a ghost! Chased the spook down here but he vanished. Wait, are you a ghost?”
Oh no. Bruce does not like the maniacal gleam in his eye.
“Prepare to be wasted by the best ghost hunter, Jack Fenton!” The gun is level in his direction.
Before Bruce has a chance to jump out of the way it fires. Something glowing and green shoots toward him. He has a split second of guilt that his family will find his corpse like this before the blast hits.
Green explodes around him. With it comes radio static that whites out everything else. Below it is the wail of departed souls, just barely on the edge of hearing. The explosion is all cold fire; no heat.
The green fades away and Bruce stands in the same spot, not reduced to a smoking pile of ash. What. Just. Happened.
Jack leans the gun on his shoulder and rubs his head sheepishly. “Huh, I guess you aren’t a ghost. My bad, Batty-man!”
Bruce is still stuck in limbo, adrenaline past its limit and onto the next. “You just shot me.”
“Yeah, but you aren’t a ghost. It’s fine!”
“It’s cool!” Jack gives him a thumbs up and a big grin.
Bruce growls, storming forward. Jack stays where he is; smile barely fading as his gun is yanked away. “You. Start talking.”
Rather than be cowed, Jack’s eyes nearly sparkle. “Oh man, just think if Batman uses Fenton tech! Think of what we could do with more funding! And look at the cool stuff in this cave! I bet I could rig that dinosaur into a robot to fight ghosts! And that penny could smash ghosts! And that–”
Bruce tunes him out before he strangles the man with his bare hands. Batman doesn’t kill people. But man, this guy sure is tempting.
The elevator door pings as it reaches the Batcave and Alfred steps out.
“Ghost!” Jack whips out another gun–where was he storing that?!--and shoots at Alfred.
The butler freezes as the blast hits and harmlessly dissipates.
Bruce turns to Jack. “Stop shooting people!”
Maybe he can knock the idiot out. Before someone gets hurt.
