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The GIW had gotten onto his last nerve.
Danny watched down at the destruction they’d caused during their last so-called ghost hunt.
Danny could feel the last bit of his patience dying.
Skulker had attacked, which had been nothing new whatsoever, so none of the civilians actually ran, they just calmly walked away from the fight. But sadly the GIW had been faster than normal this time, causing there to still be more people on the scene than usual. And immediately after arriving, they had started shooting. Of course. Like always.
Danny could feel his eye twitch slightly as he looked down at the carnage.
Sure, they had never and will never be actually competent in ghost hunting, but when their pure incompetence had managed 12 people to have been mildly injured and 5 severely injured, one of which was now in a coma with no one having any clue whether or not they would ever wake up again, Danny made a decision.
He would destroy them.
So he quickly flew away from where the GIW was still trying to shoot him down for supposedly being the reason the person was now in that coma and went home to fly through the portal and find Clockwork.
“Clockwork!” he yelled out as he entered the ancient ghost’s lair, “Clockwork can I destroy them?” Danny didn’t feel any sort of shame for skipping all the niceties his midwestern manners usually demanded of him. The ghost knew he was coming and what his question was anyway, he’d learned that manners were useless with this particular ghost.
“Daniel.” Clockwork’s voice came from his left where clockwork could usually be found looking into one of his time mirrors. No different from usual then. “The clock does not ask if the hour will strike—only when.”
Damn. That basically meant CW had been waiting for Danny to do something about this.
Taking that sentence as the best yes he could get—seeing how it wasn’t something along the lines of ‘The echo you seek cannot sound before the bell.’—Danny turned right back around and stormed to his friends, quickly forming a plan with them.
It was simple.
Death by debt.
If they had to spend too much money, their already small amount of government funding—spanning from the fact they are not respected whatsoever because they hunt ghosts of all things—would not be able to keep up. They would go bankrupt and be forced to disband.
They would start by locating all their bases, Tucker easily hacking into their network and finding the locations.
Next, Danny would start going into the bases under the watchful eye of Sam through the cameras in the bases he was currently in.
Danny would first tie up every single agent he could find in the bases, drag them outside—being extra careful to make their suits dirty of course—and then, when there were no more people inside the bases, blow them up.
It was a pretty easy plan, if Danny did say so himself.
But eight bases later, it was actually starting to work. All of the bases located around Amity Park were now finally gone and the fact that the GIW's funding was so abysmally small, made sure that they weren't able to rebuild them.
The team was now moving onto bases farther away from Amity to try and eradicate all of them, starting with the one in Gotham.
Danny had to be careful here though.
He didn't want to attract the attention of the bats after all.
So he turned himself invisible as he flew to the coordinates Tucker had put into his phone. But when he got to the base, he decided he should show the agents the reason their entire operation was failing.
The reason they hadn't been able to contact their Amity branches for the past few days now.
Him.
The one person they had been hunting more relentlessly than any other ghost.
He was the reason.
And he reveled in their faces as he watched their eyes find his form and they realised their base was about to go under as well.
He started incapacitating them at such a speed the agents didn't even have the time to grab their anti-ecto weaponry and fire back. And as soon as he had taken them all out, he tied their thumbs together with some tie-rips so they wouldn't be able to get out of them even if they did wake up and started dragging them outside.
As he was trying to hoist a third agent over his shoulder, he suddenly heard someone clearing their throat behind him.
He slowly stood up straight—even if he was still floating almost half a meter above the ground—and turned around as slowly as he could, not wanting to look at the person who had caught him with the proverbial smoking gun (the agent) in his hand.
As he did look at the person standing behind him he almost actually cursed. He grabbed at the Fenton phone in his ear. “Dammit, Sam!” He addressed his teammate, who was supposed to have been watching the cameras, “Why didn't you tell me Red Robin was coming?!”
No answer.
Of course Sam didn't answer him.
She was probably busy making out with her boyfriend or something.
Red Robin was starting to look more and more amused now as he asked: “What are you doing?”
Danny kind of wanted to just drop the agents he was currently holding and run, but he knew Red Robin would catch up to him some way or another, so instead he just smiled sweetly at the other boy and answered the question. “Taking down a government organisation.”
Red Robin looked utterly baffled at his easy admittance. Which, fair. Who in their right mind would admit to doing something that illegal to someone who could probably kick your butt in under a minute?
Danny, apparently.
To make everything even worse, Danny continued speaking words he should've kept inside his mind at all costs. “You wanna help me?”
Red Robin burst out laughing at that, but didn't seem to mind it as he answered the question with a “yeah, sure” of his own and started walking towards one of the agents himself.
This surprised Danny if he was being honest. He hadn't expected an acknowledged vigilante/hero to help him dismantle a government agency.
But before he could really think any more about it, Red Robin spoke up again. “So… why exactly are we hauling government agents out of their base of operations?”
Danny wanted to sound as nonchalant about all of this as possible, so he answered that question as casually as possible. “So they don't die in the explosion, of course.”
“And why would there be an explosion?”
“Because I'm putting up bombs around the base next.”
Doing his best to sound nonchalant had paid off, because the moment he looked at the other vigilante's face he almost burst out laughing from the incredulous look currently posted on the boy's face.
He was able to keep the cackle trying to burst through in.
Barely.
A minute later, four of the agents were now sitting outside, about 20 meters away from the government building and Danny could finally start taking off their shoes. The moment he started the movement, he got another incredulous look from Red Robin. “What are you doing to their shoes?”
This time, Danny was unable to keep his feral grin off his face as he looked RR in the face and continued phasing off the next guy’s shoes. “These guys take special pride in keeping their uniforms pristinely white,” he moved to the third guy now, “ I take special satisfaction in dirtying them. Dirtying them down to even their socks is like the cherry on top.”
At those words, RR immediately started moving to the last guy with a grin just as feral as Danny’s on his face and started unlacing his shoes as well.
Danny had a feeling they’d get along really well.
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When they finally got all of the alphabet agents out, Danny pulled out the C4 he’d had stashed inside the hollow of his chest cavity.
Seemingly having given up on Danny’s antics after having spent 20 minutes with him—Danny was proud of the vigilante, it was the longest anyone had ever held out in his presence—Red Robin only managed to stare at the explosives now in his hands. He silently held out his own hand and started placing his own loads around the building, moving together with Danny.
As they finished and walked outside in order to ignite the explosives, they saw the agents were already awake and trying to get out of the tie-rips again.
Getting another kind of special satisfaction out of making the GIW watch their bases blow up, Danny’s feral grin was right back on his face as he looked straight at them and dropped a little of his ghost fire onto the line of gunpowder Red Robin had made outside in order to light the explosives.
Danny watched as their faces went from irritation at the thumb cuffs and ruined suits, to anger at the half-ghost, to shock when the fire touched the line and started crawling towards the building behind the ghost and lastly twisted into devastation as the building blew with a loud bang and started collapsing with a few dry thuds.
Danny loved it.
He regaled in it, even.
And, judging from the face the vigilante next to him was making, Red Robin liked the faces as well.
With a satisfied grin, Danny turned to RR. “You ready to get out of here?” He held his hand out as if he was asking the vigilante for a dance and waited for him to take it.
RR’s grin became even wider—if that was even possible—and he grandly took the hand offered to him as he said: “I sure am.”