Danny Phantom stuff

TW: alcohol, child abuse

Phantoms P.O.V

I drawled through paperwork, stopping myself from cursing who ever the heck John Constantine was. Seriously, were they quadruplets with a horrible mother or something, because no one man should get this many complaints. I felt a summon tug at my core and thanked the ancients that I had a reason not to sort through that mans olimpic sized swimming pool of paper.

As I flew to wherever I was summoned I idly thought about Constantine, maybe I should buy his soul? No one in their right mind would fight the ghost king and then some over one guys soul and then maybe I could get him to sit through all this paperwork instead of me.

I heaved myself out of the circle (which was incredibly hard in full regalia) and looked at who had summoned me. It was Constantine (I knew enough to recognise him from the few descriptions I had got). I considered punching him given he had the nerve to summon me, I settled for putting the fear of god into him and let my skin darken until it was black, let stars grace me like freckles, let my eyes glow wide like two moons. I loved being the Ancient of space.

But anyways, it worked. He looked up at me in fear and I felt a twing of sympathy when I saw the faces of the very unprepeared people around him. Maybe I would actually not purposely mess up his deal (that depends on what he was asking for) if they were asking for it too, I was still requesting his soul as payment though. "Uh, your highness, I uhm, never mind. Some really powerful ghost is attacking earth and we would want to make a deal for you to stop them." Constantine stuttered. Huh, an alternate earth, I wondered if this earth had an Amity Park.

"I will help you, and in return I will take your soul John Constantine." I boomed, making my voice clap like thunder, making my words sound ethereal, making each syllable sound like something else.
"You know me- I mean, yes. We accept your deal." Constantine said
"Good." I said. With the deal sealed I opened a portal to the swimming pool full of paperwork about himself and glared at him "Those are all complaints about you, have fun reading." I said, Constantine visibly paled while looking the the overflowing pool and I flew off towards the sounds of mayhem.

As I taunted and souped the ghost something was bugging me. By this point I had been Ghost King for a while and I knew how to recognise powerful magic when I saw it. I also knew how to look through it. I had looked at a being with a lightning bolt down his chest, he radiated power yet one look told otherwise when I saw a small bruised and starved child. Where did he get those powers? What happened to him? Why were they allowing him to fight? I was already preparing to take an unplanned vacation, it was about time to send a screw you up to the observants and I was worried about that kid.

I souped the ghost, checked up on an already groaning Constantine, then went invisible and intangible and flew back to the heros base. I ignored the comments of worry or teasing about Constantine and hovered around the boy, learning his name was Captain Marvel. I followed him home, watched him yell Shazam! and turn into the boy I had previously saw, then rush home.

The first thing I noticed was a cupboard filled with cobwebs and a few microwave meals and a booze, the second thing was a drunk man lumbering towards Captain Marvel and knock a bottle off that table as he did so. Captain Marvel looked weak as the guy hit him and my core and instincts cried out to help the boy, but revealing myself now would only make things worse for him.

I watched as the boy stumbled back to the basement and try to wipe blood out of his eyes, then give up and fall asleep on the cold floor, using an old jumper for comfort.

Billy Batsons P.O.V

I woke up expecting everything to be sore, and actually had to stop myself from freaking out. The wounds weren't bandaged and didn't have any medical help on them but they seemed shallower than before and they were properly cleaned.

I could feel that nothing under my clothes was touched so it wasn't some new power, what the hell "Hi." I spun around and grabbed an old fork which had just been lying where I moved him and the guy sitting opposite me put his hands up. That was the ghost king. I remembered how afraid Constantine had been if him and quickly threw th fork away and bowed because he was a king and that's what you do right?
"I uh- why are you here, your majesty?" I asked
"Stop bowing." the ghost king said with a sigh, so I did. "I didn't mean to scare you, what's your name?" I hesitated
"Billy, Billy Batson," I fought the urge to narrow my eyes
"I saw through the adult disguise in a few seconds." the ghost king admitted "You can call me Phantom or Danny by the way, I don't mind which." Phantom said, Danny sounded too informal for a king
"I promise you I'm fine Phantom." I said, I picked up my backpack
"What school do you go to." Phantom asked,
"I beg." I said, Phantom winced and disappeared
"I'll be here if you need help." he promised