Danny only realizes years later that everyone on Earth thinks he died in a blizzard or some freak whiteout incident. So he just… rolls with it. It’s honestly convenient—especially after he finally told his parents everything, and they realized their portal was the reason the meaner ghosts kept showing up. (“Oh! Oops! Sorry!”) They slammed it shut immediately.
Now they’re way too excited about studying ghost culture like wildlife biologists observing a tiger—clipboard, camera, whispered commentary and all. Danny absolutely prefers “being filmed while eating steak to see if he grows fangs” over the other option of being dissected, so it’s fine. And his ghost buddies? Completely delighted to have an audience for their weekly “friendly” brawls.
This unfortunately spirals.
Because the Justice League, hearing “died in a blizzard,” seeing that he rarely uses ice powers on missions, and noticing he gravitates to warm environments, assume he has a massive cold-related trauma trigger. Obviously he must… fear ice. Avoid ice. Be weakened by ice. (He is literally the Ice Prince of the Infinite Realms, but okay.)
So they start assigning his missions strategically—only warm climates. Tropical recon. Desert patrols. Undersea volcano monitoring. Anything to avoid “accidentally triggering his tragic snow-related death memory.”
Which is how Danny ends up being the one they send to Mercury.
At first he’s hyped—close to the sun, cool space suit, awesome photos. But then the suit starts beeping, and Danny has the slow, dawning realization of:
“Oh no. I’m literally melting.”
Back on Earth, the League reacts exactly how you’d expect:
Absolute panic. Alarms. People yelling. Batman demanding to know why the kid with the supposed ‘Cold Trauma Weakness’ is on the closest planet to a star. Hal swearing it wasn’t his idea. Superman already halfway to Mercury before the meeting even starts. Constantine just lighting a cigarette and muttering, “Told ya he wasn’t scared of snow, ya muppets.”
And Danny? Danny’s just sitting there in orbit, steaming like a microwaved marshmallow, trying not to die again, and texting the group chat:
“WHY WOULD YOU THINK I’M WEAK TO COLD??”
“YOU LITERALLY DIED IN A SNOWSTORM.” – Wonder Woman
“I WHAT.” – Danny
credit @jensminkele
