Danny Needs a Girlfriend Part 3
The burger was gone in three bites. Cass was efficient like that.
Danny, still not entirely sure if he was dreaming or just hallucinating due to ghost-core burnout, watched her from the corner of his eye.
“So, uh… just for my own peace of mind,” he began cautiously, “did Dani bribe you into this? Or threaten you? She's very persuasive when she wants to be. Once convinced Vlad to dress up as a clown for a week. I still have the blackmail footage.”
Cass tilted her head, then gave a small shake. “No threats. No bribes.”
Danny blinked. “Wait… you volunteered to come find me?”
He stared at her, baffled. “Do you know what dating me would even look like?”
“I’m serious! There’s ghost attacks, and people screaming in Latin, and my room’s a disaster, and I talk to dead people sometimes—like, friendly dead people, but still. I’m basically radioactive Spider-Man with extra trauma and a thermos collection.”
Cass took a moment. Then pointed at herself.
“Trained assassin,” she said softly.
Cass smiled. The kind that barely tugged at the corners of her lips but felt like a full grin.
Then she said, “Ghosts are honest. More than people.”
Danny’s eyebrows lifted. “That’s… yeah. Actually, yeah.”
They sat in silence for a bit. Not awkward. Just quiet. The kind of quiet Danny didn’t get to enjoy often.
Then Cass turned slightly toward him.
“You saved people,” she said. “Alone.”
Danny shrugged, cheeks turning a little pink. “Had to. No one else was going to. And, well… I died for the first time because of my parents' lab accident, so it kind of felt like—my responsibility? You know?”
“I see you,” she said. “I like what I see.”
Danny blinked, dumbfounded. “Wow. You, uh—don’t mess around, do you?”
Cass just shrugged, like duh.
Danny rubbed the back of his neck. “I mean, I’m not saying no. You're… kind of amazing. And gorgeous. And scary in a cool way. Just… I don’t want you to think I’m some tragic half-dead boy project.”
“You’re not,” Cass said instantly. “You’re just… Danny.”
He looked at her for a long moment. Then, softly: “You really do see people, huh?”
Cass didn’t answer. She didn’t need to.
From the rooftop across the street, Dani was lying on her stomach, binoculars in one hand, Fenton phone in the other.
“Tucker, Tucker, he shared his burger. That’s practically ghost proposal level. And she didn’t even flinch when he mentioned the thermos thing!”
“Dani,” Tucker said, voice dry through the phone, “have you considered giving them privacy?”
“I gave him a girlfriend. He’ll forgive me.”
“I learned from the best.”
Back on the rooftop, Danny and Cass were now sharing ghost stories. Literally.
“She said she’d haunt my locker if I didn’t return her grandma’s locket,” Danny was saying. “So I tried to give it back, but it turned out she wanted me to keep it as a fashion upgrade. I don’t even wear jewelry. Except for this one time when—”
Cass leaned her head on his shoulder mid-sentence.
“…Okay. Yeah. I’m not gonna fight this.”
He leaned back against her gently, and for the first time in a while, the world felt… quiet.
Even with Gotham below and ghosts above, something about this moment just fit.
And in the back of his mind, Danny made a mental note:
Step One: Thank Dani.
Step Two: Hide every embarrassing baby photo she tries to show Cass.
Step Three: Learn how to make better grilled cheese.
He had a feeling he was going to need it.
Operation: Ghost Bat Romance
Status: In Progress.
Success Probability: 100%.
Next Mission: Convince Batman not to kill him.
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