Haunted Halls
dpxdc fic idea
Any house Danny spends time in becomes haunted by default (he's a ghost, the main-and only-prerequisite for a house being haunted is to have a ghost 'living' in it)
Danny is at the Wayne residence (Damian's twin, newly adopted, dating a Wayne, Alfred's grandson, whatever) and the longer/more frequently he's there, the more likely his presence is to affect the manor.
It started small, with doors slamming shut, lights flickering, and cold spots. Things easily able to be attributed the a pet or the perils of an old building. Even things going missing or being moved were easily attributed to other family members borrowing them. Other staple haunted house behavior was chalked up to sleep deprivation or shoddy attempts at pranks.
Until one night when Danny is in the kitchen late (grabbing a snack, finishing up homework/paperwork, surprising someone, taking advantage of Alfred's cooking, etc) content and oblivious to the oddities that compile exponentially the longer he's around (he grew up in Amity-this shit is normal to him, it would be weird if the lights DIDN'T flicker sometimes). The bats and birds start to filter in for post patrol snacks. Exhausted and more than a little hungry. Most of the kids are present and contentedly sitting and eating around the little table in the kitchen. Bruce, as per usual, is the last one to join them, opening the fridge to grab yogurt or cheese or something light, when the turkey Alfred had been so lovingly basting jumps up and flies out of the fridge ready to attack any in its path.
One of the kids reflexively throws a batarang at it just as Danny fires off an ecto blast.
Silence reigned as the turkey fell to the floor. Dead once more.
Then two voices, panicked;
"Don't tell Alfred"
