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#danny has some weird ass food cravings; dont ask me what they are i havent figured them out yet lol
camels-pen · 2 years
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(Deadman has important information on a bad guy, there's magic involved, the fate of the world is at stake, etc etc)
"Right, so how are we doing this?" John asked. "Are you gonna possess me or the boy scout?"
"What, not the Bat?" Batman glared at him and Boston held up his hands. "Kidding! I'm kidding." He jabbed a thumb in Phantom's direction. "I'll just possess the new guy."
"What?" Danny chuckled nervously. "I'm a ghost too, dude. That won't even work."
Boston shrugged. "Won't know until I try. Now stay still." Boston tried to fly into Phantom's body, but Phantom dodged out of the way. He groaned. "What's the matter with you?"
"What's the matter with me?! You're trying to possess me!" Phantom floated behind Superman. "Look, Superman's right here! And he already gave you the okay, so why don't you just possess him?"
Boston pinched the bridge of his nose. "Kid, listen, John's shown me a few of your fights and I know you know what possessing someone is like—"
"Yeah, but I keep telling you, you can't possess me."
"You won't even let me try!"
"Because all that's gonna happen is you flying into me at full speed, which I would prefer to avoid."
"Deadman," Batman said, staring in the same general direction as Phantom. "Possess either Superman or Constantine. Leave Phantom alone."
Boston grumbled and floated back a bit, preparing to possess Superman when he caught Phantom sticking his tongue out at him.
"Oh, you little brat."
Boston flew towards Superman, but angled himself just enough to fly past him and into Phantom instead.
The familiar feel of possessing another body rushed through him as he became familiarized with Phantom's senses. There was something sort of lifelike in Phantom's body. It was strange, but this was his first time possessing a ghost.
He opened his eyes and stared at the other three heroes. "I have a craving for a food I can't identify."
"Deadman,"—Batman stalked towards him, practically growling at Boston—"you shouldn't have done that without Phantom's consent. You have no idea what might've happened to you or him if—"
Batman froze. Superman was staring wide eyed and John dropped his cigarette, his mouth open in shock.
"What?" Boston asked. He looked down at himself and noticed a shirt and jeans where a hazmat suit should've been. He was also breathing. "What the fuck."
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