He was exhausted in all aspects as well, mentally, physically, and even spiritually.
He was exhausted from nearly a week of over active ghost activity he had to keep tossing into the ghost zone, he was exhausted from dealing with another eccentric billionaire that showed up in his town. He was exhausted from talking to said billionaire. He was exhausted from the trip to his building in metropolis, checking out these so called ‘life changing assistance’. He was exhausted from mentally beating himself up for not taking the very obvious trap seriously, not believing that this random man would have anything that was able to affect him. He was exhausted from trying to fight his way out only to succumb to those stupid ass flowers.
Honestly. The thing that was probably most responsible for his exhausted state was the fact that he was had been constantly drained of 2/3rd’s of his fucking blood.
Not enough to kill him. But enough that it give him a lot of energy to do much but let his body try to replenish what was constantly being drained away.
Every goddamn billionaire he has the misfortune of meeting always had to be a disaster waiting to happen, didn’t it? And he only knows two billionaires!
He knew he had been missing for days. He didn’t know how many days when he spent most of those days just trying to survive, keeping himself in his ghost form and not out himself to yet another rich asshole. No one would know where to look either.
His friends and sister would check the lab, then see what they could find regarding the GIW, and then Vlad’s many mansions. They would never check THIS man’s mansions though. He didn’t have any help coming his way, he only had himself to depend on, and he couldn’t even lift a finger.
Thank the Ancients he had some form of luck.
Danny had no idea how long it had been, hard to keep track in a dark room with no clocks while he drifted in and out of consciousness. But he knew it had to be quite some time before the power all around him was cut, and the machine draining him stopped, the ghost proof cuffs shorting out. He didn’t hesitate phasing through the cursed restraints, even if all it did was allow him to drop face first onto the floor and savour the coldness on his cheek.
So he became invisible, the easiest ability he had, slowly dragging himself to his feet and shuffling to the elevator on the far side of the room.
The doors opened before he even touched the doors, pried open by a teen in a super man t-shirt, causing him to silently stumble away in alarm.
More teens poured into the room, and he vaguely recalled that he recognized some of their outfits, but his ectoplasmic deprived mind couldn’t make the connection for the unlife of him. So he scooted around them and headed for the elevator shaft they left open as the brightly dressed teen spoke.
“This is the room that is supposed to be the source of Lextor’s Lazarus Pit, but… I expected a pool like the League of Assassins… not…”
“Not an empty room with a surgical table, empty restraints, and what looks like blood packets full of the green gunk?” The super man shirt teen asked.
The brightly dressed teen nodded, seeming to be deep in thought, “This pit water is … different as well. Of course their source would be different…”
Danny wasn’t sticking around to listen, slowly floating up the elevator shaft and out of earshot of the teens. He wasn’t interested in what they were talking about. He was interested in not sticking around, and going home to sleep for 10000 years.
He phased through the the doors of the tower the moment the power returned, and horrid blaring alarms blasted behind him, causing his invisibility to flicker as he slammed his hands over his ears. His vision began to blur and he hissed, he couldn’t pass out yet. Not here. Not now!
He returned his invisibility and quickly made a distance between him and that horrible building, making many turns, avoiding as many people as he could, and searching for a secluded spot to pass out without any fear of someone finding him. He eventually found a spot, a small building boarded up on all sides, no sign of entry anywhere, brick walls. With a few phased steps through the walls, he found an area between the stone walls no one could get to him, dropping onto the cold ground, and passing out as he felt his human half finally returning to him.
When he woke up again, he didn’t feel like complete shit, but ancients he didn’t feel like a billion dollars. Still feeling like he got hit by a car, but slightly smaller car than before, he got up and was met by a horrid roar erupting from his stomach. He hadn’t eaten in weeks. Any nutrition he got was an evil labs equivalent of stuffing nutrients directly into his veins. So naturally his human half desire something with more substance.
He would kill for a Nasty Burger.
So he groggily stumbled out of the walls he was hiding in and onto the streets. Bright sunshine assaulted his vision as he let out a small hiss of annoyance, why was this stupid city so bright?
He shuffled down the streets, trying to spot any kind of fast food signs and ignoring the people staring at him, what were they even staring at? It wasn’t like he had blood on himself for once.
He probably should be looking for a way out of the city, away from more crazy billionaires. But Luthor didn’t know about his human half, and he was pretty serious on murder for burger.
He finally spotted a sign with a burger on it, and his shuffling increased in speed before he stopped dead in his tracks, and patted his pockets.
No cash means can’t pay for food which meant…
Danny blinked, then slowly turned around. In front of him was him, the boy in blue, the man of steel, alien and one of the most powerful beings on the planet, looking down at him with a confused and concerned expression.
“Your heart sounds too slow to be healthy, and you look ready to pass out.”
Superman was a hero, right? Danny’s tired and slow moving thoughts slowly tried to put together words, which led to him raising a hand and pointing at the burger place he found.
“Sir, if you buy me burgers I will owe you any favour you want.”
