Can you imagine, Phantom, a superhero that's already dead, a memeber of the justice league, looking the same as the day he died.
A kid, and an adult by years, born 24 years ago, but he will be always a 14 year old.
He laughs, he jokes, he's full of energy, full of life, but he's dead.
He plans, he fights, he strategize. He's very mature for a teenager, he's still a teenager.
And he's dead.
He's a dead kid walking on the streets, oncw a year he celebrates his birthday, once a year he goes back to his tomb, sometimes his family is already there, crying, mourning the child next to them, the child that will never grow up, sometimes it ia already too late and he's there, asking himself how would it feel to grow up.
And then, one day, the villain of the month strikes him with a strange ray as they scream about scond chances. Panthom, who was intangible, somehow, gets hit by it.
And when he opens his eyes, he's still a kid, with his ghost powers buzzing under his skin, a rage under his fingertips, determination all over him while he breaths for thw first time in 10 years.
He's a dead kid, always fourteen who now has, one more time, a heartbeat.
He's a dead kid breathing.
He's a dead kid but he's alive.