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Going Ghost! (Young Justice) Chapter 83: Wandering Wisp
🕑 Added 2025-07-08 15:23:59 +0000 UTC[Third person POV]
As Danny soared high above Amity Park, the wind slicing past him with the force of a jet engine, he suddenly froze midair. He blinked, hovered for a moment, and scratched the top of his head in confusion.
“Which way is Gotham exactly…” he mumbled aloud, eyes scanning the horizon.
With a sigh, he rubbed at his forehead in exasperation. ‘I’ll just have to keep going until I see something familiar and head from there.’
He phased out of visibility, blending seamlessly with the air around him. The last thing he needed was to attract attention during his flight—especially with how chaotic things had been lately. His body cut through the air like a missile, arms extended forward, white hair whipping behind him in a blur of motion.
Not long ago, Danny’s top speed hovered somewhere around 110 miles per hour. But after countless hours of training, learning the depths of his ghostly powers, and refining his control over his ectoplasmic form, his speed had increased exponentially. Now he was a streak of invisible energy, moving so fast that the city below became a mere blur.
Amity Park, the town he was supposed to called home, passed beneath him in a grey smear. He looked down briefly, watching the unfamiliar rooftops and streets zoom by, and his expression grew complicated. Emotions he didn't really understand they all swirled inside him. He wasn’t sure how to feel anymore.
He shook the thoughts from his head and accelerated forward, the wind howling in his ears.
After several long minutes of zigzagging and navigating through clouds and distant landmarks, he finally found himself above a very different place: Gotham.
Danny came to a complete stop midair, staring down in silence.
Even from this height, he could hear the distant, sharp cracks of gunfire echoing through the concrete jungle. Windows of buildings were hastily boarded up with wooden planks, some reinforced with metal. Trash littered the streets. Graffiti marked every corner. The city below pulsed with unease and chaos.
People scurried through alleyways and across intersections like hunted animals. They moved quickly, some nearly sprinting, eyes constantly scanning their surroundings. Suspicion and fear hung thick in the air. Many openly carried firearms, their weapons visible and unhidden—not to intimidate, but to survive. It wasn’t paranoia—it was necessity.
Danny hovered silently, eyes filled with pity and sorrow as he watched. He had memories—vivid ones—of another life in a different world. A different city. But he also had memories of this place... memories of growing up here, of calling this chaotic, broken city his home. A strange duality lived inside him, and the weight of both lives pressed against his chest.
‘Is this really what it’s come to?’ Danny thought, his chest tightening. ‘A city where no one can trust anyone? Where the streets run with fear instead of life?’
The thought weighed heavily on him as he drifted further through the broken metropolis.
And then, he saw something no one else could.
Small green glows danced gently through the city like fireflies. Ethereal and flickering, they floated in and out of walls, drifted above streets, and circled buildings like leaves caught in a ghostly breeze. They were invisible to the people below—but not to Danny. To him, they were as plain as day.
They were spirits. Wisp of souls.
He hovered closer to one of them. It was small, fragile, and shivering as it floated. Its translucent form looked almost like a flickering candle in a storm.
Danny approached gently, his voice low and kind. “Hey… what’s wrong?”
The sprite turned toward him, tears flowing silently from its large, glowing eyes. “I… I didn’t want to die. I wanted to live…”
Danny’s chest tightened as he floated closer. As soon as he held it, the soul curled into him as though seeking warmth. He could tell—he didn’t know how, but he just knew—that this one had once been a child.
His lips trembled slightly as he cradled the soul in his arms. “It’s alright… you’re going to be okay. Death isn’t something to be afraid of,” he whispered softly. “In fact, she’s quite lovely.”
The sprite sniffled, blinking at him. “Did… did you also die, mister?”
Danny chuckled quietly, trying to lighten the mood. “Kinda? I mean, yeah… actually, I’ve died twice. So I’ve got a little more experience than most.”
With the child-like sprite nestled in his arms, Danny continued to drift through Gotham, weaving between buildings and drifting above rooftops. Along the way, he started noticing more of them. More lost souls. Some floated with sorrow, others screamed in silent agony, but all of them shared a common trait—they had not yet moved on.
And yet, they were drawn to him.
Danny landed softly on the rooftop of an old apartment building and began to walk slowly along the edge. His boots tapped quietly against the gravel and tar, each step measured and calm. More of the green spirits floated toward him. Some hovered beside him, some clung to his legs, while others perched on his shoulders like birds. Some followed him like moths drawn to light.
Elderly souls. Adults. Teenagers. Children. Even animals all who have experienced an unfair death.
All of them had one thing in common—they weren’t ready. They didn’t want to be dead.
He didn’t push them. He didn’t rush. He just… walked.
Julian—the first sprite he met—had taken up residence on his head, nestled in his hair like a content cat.
“I know moving on can be scary,” Danny said softly, his voice carrying in the ghost-filled wind as he stepped off the rooftop and walked through the air onto the next one as if he were crossing a bridge. “But you don’t have to think of death as the end. It’s not a wall. It’s a door. One that opens into a new journey. A new adventure.”
One of the older spirits, hesitant and wavering, floated alongside him. “Then… Why haven’t you moved on, kid? Aren’t you scared of it too?”
“Of course I'm scared, It’s only natural to be afraid of what we don’t understand. I don’t know what’s waiting for me on the other side. I don’t know if I’ll find peace, or if there’s even anything left for me on the other side. But I do know this...”
He turned his head slightly, glancing toward the city skyline, where a few broken buildings still stood proud in defiance of their surroundings.
“…Right now, I’m still needed here.”
There was a long silence after he spoke. The spirits around him seemed to process his words, their expressions quiet, contemplative. Julian, the child spirit on his head, peering forward over Danny’s hair.
“You mean… you stayed for us?” one spirit asked, a woman with faint outlines of a face marred by smoke and fire.
Danny offered her a gentle smile. “I suppose so. I can be quite stubborn. Maybe I just haven’t finished what I need to do. Maybe… I’m here so I can help others find peace first. I guess I couldn’t bear to leave while there were still people like you out there—spirits who didn’t deserve to be forgotten, Someone’s gotta be there for you.”
“Why do you look like this, you don't seem like the rest of us” Julian asked, tilting his head. “You seem almost like a Half-ghost”
Danny gave a short, almost sheepish laugh. “Yeah, that's pretty accurate. An accident turned me into something… in-between. Not quite living, not fully dead. I’m what you’d call a halfa. Ghost powers, human heart.”
“Cool…” Julian whispered, curling into a ball atop Danny’s head. “You’re like a superhero.”
Danny chuckled. “That’s the idea.”
As the group floated forward, Danny caught sight of a small chapel wedged between two ruined apartment buildings. The steeple was broken and crooked, and the stained-glass windows were shattered. Yet something about it still radiated peace.
He descended slowly, the spectral entourage following behind. He pushed the chapel doors open with a soft creak, stepping into the dust-filled air and faded light that leaked through the cracks in the roof.
Inside, the room was still. A shattered cross lay at the front of the altar, and broken pews were scattered around like fallen dominoes. But even here—especially here—it felt… quiet. Respectful. Like the dead would be listened to.
Danny walked slowly down the aisle, spirits floating along the sides, watching him. He approached the altar and sat down cross-legged in front of it. The others followed suit, some hovering in the air, others gently landing on the floor.
“I don’t know if this place ever gave people comfort,” Danny said aloud, his voice echoing faintly through the hollow space. “But maybe it can now.”
One by one, the spirits gathered closer. The child Julian drifted down and curled up in Danny’s lap. An older man with a limp in his spirit-form sat beside Danny, his ghostly hand brushing the floor with shaking fingers. A woman clutched what remained of a spectral locket around her neck, lips moving as if in prayer.
Danny sat with them for a while, not saying anything. He just… listened. The whispers of the souls around him were soft, filled with regrets, memories, fears, and faint hopes. They shared stories of lives interrupted. Lovers never reunited. Families separated. Dreams abandoned in the chaos of Gotham’s slow decay.
And Danny listened to every word.
Finally, after what felt like hours, he looked up and took a deep breath—out of habit more than need. “You don’t have to keep wandering,” he said. “You don’t have to be lost. If you’re ready… I can help you move on.”
Julian looked up at him, wide-eyed. “Will it hurt?”
Danny shook his head gently. “Not at all. It'll feel like… falling asleep in the arms of someone you love. Peaceful.”
Some of the spirits drifted upward, gazing quietly toward the forwards. The atmosphere had shifted—subtle at first, but unmistakable. One by one, they turned to Danny. One of them, their voice soft yet steady, spoke up.
“I… I think we’re ready to move on.”
Others remained hesitant, their forms wavering with uncertainty. But eventually, they too closed their eyes. A collective sigh passed through the group, a sound made of release and quiet resignation. With weary acceptance, they nodded.
Danny gave a small nod in return, ‘I don’t exactly know how to summon her…’ he admitted inwardly, glancing up at the spirits that encircled him.
With a deep breath, Danny closed his eyes and whispered—not like a spell, not like a command, but like a prayer carried on the wind.
“Death… These restless spirits are ready to move on. Please guide them to the next stage of their journey.”
There was silence.
And then— A voice, like velvet and twilight:
“I would be delighted to…”
Danny’s eyes opened, and there she was.
Death of the Endless.
She stood with the grace of a breeze, a black parasol resting over her shoulder, casting only the faintest shadow. Her gothic attire didn’t make her seem grim or foreboding—it made her elegant, grounded, real. Her warm smile radiated reassurance. It wasn’t the kind of smile you gave to someone who was leaving—it was the kind you gave someone who was going home.
Every soul present turned toward her—and in that instant, they felt it.
Peace.
Understanding.
Welcome.
“Come along now, everyone,” she said kindly, her voice echoing like distant wind chimes. “A new adventure awaits.”
The sprites, almost spellbound by her presence, began to float toward her. As they approached, something beautiful happened—their small, flickering forms began to shimmer. With every inch closer, they transformed. Tiny green lights expanded, shaping themselves into who they were in life—men, women, children, elders, dogs, cats, even birds—faces and features returning in full, their past selves restored for one final farewell.
Each of them turned to Danny before following Death into the unknown.
They smiled.
Grateful.
Free.
Whole.
Among them, Julian fluttered back and landed gently on Danny’s chest. The boy looked up at him with sparkling eyes and threw his little arms around Danny in a hug.
Danny froze in place, momentarily stunned by the gesture.
“Hehehe,” Julian giggled, “Now us ghosts can say we have our own superhero.”
Danny’s breath hitched, his throat tightening. He didn’t speak—he couldn’t. He slowly wrapped his arms around the small spirit and returned the hug.
When Julian let go, he gave one final grin before turning and running toward Death, who extended her hand to guide him along with the rest.
Danny stood there, rooted to the ground, unmoving as he watched the souls cross over, the last flickers of green light vanishing into Death’s embrace.
The silence afterward was deafening.
And then—She returned.
Death walked toward him calmly, her steps silent yet deliberate. She stopped just before him and crouched down to his eye level, her parasol tilted slighted to cover the both of them. Her smile never faded, but it was quieter now—more intimate. She gazed at him with those deep, knowing eyes that had seen the first sunrise and would one day see the last.
“Hey, Danny,” she said gently. “Mind telling me what’s going on in that head of yours? I’ve been told I’m a pretty good listener.”
For a moment, Danny didn’t respond. His shoulders trembled as he brought a hand to his silver hair, fingers curling tightly. His eyes shimmered, glassy with emotion. Tears threatened to spill, lips parting but no sound coming out. When he finally spoke, his voice cracked.
“I don’t… I don’t know what to do,” he admitted, his tone raw and shaking. “I feel so lost…”
Comments
KingSpy25i .
Thank you for the great chapter 🙏 This chapter reminded me of a anime with a similar theme to what happened here.
Rogue_Eagle99
It would be years ago they died so by now they may be different then wisps and more similar to the ghosts Danny fights. Full forms and angry.
Sonic Boom
I wonder if the souls of young Bruce and his parents are floating around somewhere in Gotham.
