Dead Quiet as reincarnations of Odysseus and Penelope
Cassandra was Odysseus and Danny was Penelope
Cassandra had always felt like she was different. In many ways, she was different. Many people were not assassin children who didn’t know how to speak until she was a teenager. Not many people fought crime. She was different but….. She knew her memories were different too.
The flashes she could see of people who she had never met, often came to her randomly. Once, it happened in the middle of a battle, and when she came back to herself, she had almost slaughtered the entire group. Luckily, this was before she went to stay with Bruce. Another time it was a flash of a man with kind eyes and the loving open smile before she flashed back to Dick, looking at her with a bit of confusion.
Sometimes, it was just certain words that made her feel wrong. Words like monster, ruthlessness, open arms. Each of those words provoked different reactions of grief and rage and self loathing.
Danny had always felt like he was different. In many ways, he had grown up differently too. Not many people were the kids of ghost hunters, or became half ghost. He was different, but… He knew his reactions to things were different
His instant revulsion to Vlad, even before he knew how much of a creep the guy was, wasn’t something he could explain. He couldn’t explain the home sickness he felt when he entered Pandora’s kingdom. 
(he never told anyone about the dreams of waiting for someone at a beach. About the dreams of longing and patience and pain. You never told anyone about how he would wake up, sometimes reaching for someone who wasn’t there.)
Danny was 17 when a new girl was introduced in school, a girl who use the name Cassandra Todd. Mr. Lancer introduced her to the class as the new student, and while everyone around him felt suspicious because new students didn’t come to Amity, all he could feel was the sense of longing and home and wanting.
Cassandra was 19 when she agreed to go undercover in Amity Park. It has been a media blackout zone within the past three years, and the justice league dark had informed everyone that it was a supernatural hotspot with some very dangerous things happening.
She had planned to infiltrate the school and look around. She hadn’t planned to see a boy sitting with two friends and to see longing and hope and love and home reflected in his body, or did she expect to feel the same thing in hers.
He stood up and approached her. She could see the suspicion and confusion and nervousness clear on the rest of the classes faces and bodies. However, all she could focus on was him.
He stood inches from her. His eyes met hers, and Cassandra felt a strange sense of peace and longing, but she kept quiet. She had to hear something first
The boy opened his mouth, his voice, barely a whisper.
“Is it you? Have my prayers been answered? Is it really you standing there or am I dreaming once more? his hand reached for her face, and she let herself fall into him.
“would you fall in love with me again?” Was all she managed to whisper before their lips met. Tears ran down her cheeks as she embraced the feeling of home.