Danny Phantom stuff

Danny is Gotham

Supermans P.O.V

A magic user had put a spell over the world, made them forget about heros, about the Justice League, about us.

We had all called people and not one remembered us as heros or as people, I glanced at Batman who seemed to be just barely holding it together as he walked determinedly onwards. His kids didn't remember him but he insisted on going to Gotham despite there being closer cities, we all knew that it was probably a waste of time but honestly our inguries were okay enough for us to get there and if there was anything Batman knew it was his city. Maybe he'd have some stuff left that could help us, whatever, we weren't going to deny him closure.

We walked into the city bondaries and I could almost all of us paused as we looked at Batman, the moment we had stepped on city grounds the shadows had curled around him making him blend into the blackness and the city seamlessly, what little noise his footsteps and cloak had made before was now completely gone, his body movements looked miles more natural and he seemed perfectly at home in the city- no, his city. "What?" he asked, even his voice seemed less... human, almost.
"You..." I trailed off, having to focus for a second to find him in the shadows, considering I had night vision something must be going on here.

Suddenly a small green glow came from behind Batman and we all spun around, Batman quickly held up the disarm sign though so we went back to neutral and looked at what was there. It was a child, a teenager at least, but still a child; he had floating white hair, a black and white outfit and a big crack spewing green light nearly split his body in half.
"Did I do that?" Batman asked in horror, apparently the crack wasn't normal then. The boy nodded slowly
"You hold most of the city together. Why did they forget you?" he asked, my eyes widened.
"How do you remember?" I asked, Batman looked at us
"This is Gotham, the ghost of the city."