Ultraluminary
DPxDC #7 DeadTired AU, also a Songfic
Tim was going to explode! His favorite singer Phantom, was coming to Gotham.
He even made sure he got an extra ten hours of sleep, to prepare for the concert. Con was just as excited, and both of them (along with the whole of Young Justice) had scored pit passes to see Phantom live.
They arrived at the venue two hours early, just like they’d planned. Technically, it was to get good spots at the front of the stage for all the performers… but let’s be real– Tim wanted to be as close to Phantom as physically possible.
The air buzzed with anticipation. The sky overhead was dimming toward dusk, and the venue lights flickered to life, casting golden beams across the crowd. People were jittery, loud, and booming with excitement. But Tim’s nerves felt different, he wasn’t just excited. He was wired, on edge, like something electric was coiled tight inside him.
His heartbeat had been climbing all day, not just from the adrenaline of the concert, but from the thought of seeing Phantom in person.
Feeling whatever strange, magnetic pull that voice always had on him—but this time, face to face.
The first performer to hit the stage was Spectra. Her haunting voice swept over the crowd, quieting them instantly.
She opened with a slow, melancholic melody, her voice threading through the air like mist. Every note was bittersweet, aching with beauty. The kind of sound that curled around your ribs and squeezed.
Tim found himself holding his breath through parts of it, his heart beating in time with the hollow echo of her voice. He noticed Con quietly wiping at his eyes halfway through the second song, and honestly? Tim couldn’t blame him. Her music didn’t just tug at your heartstrings– it played them like a violin.
When Spectra’s set ended, the crowd clapped softly, reverently, as if afraid to break the spell she'd cast.
Tim exhaled, realizing he’d been gripping the barrier at the front without noticing. His palms were sweaty. He wasn’t even to the main event yet, and he already felt undone.
Then, all at once– Ember stormed the stage like lightning.
A thunderous chord split the air as her guitar roared to life, wild and electric. The speakers shook under the weight of her sound, each riff scorching through the air like fire made music. She didn’t just play– she owned the stage, strutting across it with the kind of effortless swagger that turned chaos into art.
The crowd exploded into motion, a tidal wave of movement crashing against the rhythm. Ember was a storm in leather and flame, her voice a howl of rebellion that wrapped around the crowd and refused to let go.
Cassie lost it completely.
She was shrieking the lyrics like they were gospel, arms in the air, hair flying as she headbanged and danced without a shred of self-consciousness. She grabbed Wally by the shoulders, shaking him with wild enthusiasm until he finally gave in and started jumping beside her, laughing.
“You don’t get it!” she shouted over the music, practically vibrating with joy. “She’s a legend! Ember was my entire villain era– LOOK AT HER!”
Wally grinned, eyes wide as he tried to keep up with her energy. “I am looking! I think I’m witnessing a religious experience!”
Cassie didn’t hear him. She was too busy air-guitaring along, eyes shining with awe every time Ember hit another screaming note. Her voice was fire, her presence pure magnetism– fierce, beautiful, untouchable.
Tim laughed, the sound half-swallowed by the crowd, but still warm. There was a buzz under his skin now– a steady, pulsing anticipation. Ember’s energy was contagious, but the real reason his pulse wouldn’t settle was because next… was Phantom.
As Ember’s final song hit its climax, she spun her guitar around her back in one smooth, defiant motion and strutted to center stage. Sweat glistened on her skin under the stage lights, her eyes blazing with the high of performance.
She raised her arms high and shouted into the mic, voice still crackling with adrenaline.
“Y’ALL KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS!”
The crowd erupted, deafening.
“GOTHAM CITY! MAKE SOME NOISE FOR THE ONE! THE ONLY! PHANTOM!”
The lights cut out in an instant.
A thin curtain dropped from the ceiling, casting the stage in silhouette.
The cheering reached a fever pitch– screams, stomps, whistles, cries of “WE LOVE YOU!” echoing into the darkness. It was pure chaos, pure electricity.
And Tim… Tim’s breath caught.
In the suspended hush between the cheers and whatever came next, his heart thundered in his chest. That tiny pause felt like it stretched forever, holding him still in its grip.
Then–
A breath through a microphone.
The sound alone sent a shiver down Tim’s spine, sharp and sudden, like the world itself had inhaled with him.
“I'm the light, every night in your world…”
It hit him like gravity. Smooth and silken, wrapped in a depth of emotion that settled in his bones and pulled tight around his chest like a velvet ribbon. There was something rich and haunting in it– rising and falling like the tide, aching and beautiful in every syllable.
Tim’s heart clenched. He’d never heard anything like it.
A soft glow began to bloom on the stage, a wash of blue light illuminating a figure behind the curtain– silhouetted, ethereal.
“Are you ready to watch me be leg-en-dary?”
The figure moved, arm raised high in a bold, elegant pose– singing into what looked like a microphone.
“'Cause I'm… ultra-luminary.”
With a sweep across his body, the veils dropped– timed perfectly with the thrum of the first beat. Light cascaded like a waterfall, revealing Phantom in full.
And Tim forgot how to breathe.
Phantom smirked beneath lashes dusted in glitter that shimmered like stardust, casting celestial sparks around his vivid green eyes. His outfit shimmered in deep hues of blues, indigos, and rich violets that rippled like a galaxy draped across his skin. Every movement sent his fabric trailing behind him in waves, and the very air seemed to warp around his presence.
Tim was spellbound…completely, hopelessly frozen.
So close. He was so close. If he just reached out–
A sudden push from the crowd knocked him forward, shoving him straight to the front of the T-shaped stage. The pulse of bass echoed in his ribs, but all he could see was Phantom.
Phantom tossed the fake microphone into the audience with a grin, striding confidently down the extended runway. His steps matched the beat, his hands swinging with graceful intention.
“You wish on me in my glitter light, First star you see tonight…”
He pointed toward the distant horizon, foot dragging gently along the stage with the melody’s pull, like painting light with movement.
“So wish away– wish with all your might Upon this radiant sight.”
Phantom threw his head back in a sweeping motion, then spun in a dazzling flare of color. His hands sparked with glowing light, and as he dropped smoothly to the stage floor, brilliant beams burst outward from his fingertips, piercing the blue atmosphere with radiant streaks of pink and orange.
The audience screamed in delight, but Tim could barely hear it. The world had narrowed down to this: light, sound, color… and him.
“The stars Ignite, They flame from dust Born out of gravity and force– they combust…”
The beat dropped into a low, pulsing thrum that vibrated through the floor and straight into Tim’s chest. His breath caught, his heart pounding in time with the rhythm, pupils blown wide as Phantom moved closer.
Swaying. Flowing. Every step like a ripple through liquid light.
Phantom swept down the strip with effortless grace, closing the distance, and Tim’s whole body leaned forward, drawn like a moth to flame.
He stopped right at the edge of the stage.
Tim looked up, caught in the gravitational pull of him, and the world narrowed down to Phantom’s silhouette bathed in starlight.
Backup dancers rose seamlessly from hidden platforms, flanking him with perfectly synchronized movements, their voices layering in sweet, high harmonies.
“And though they try…in ri-val-ry They’ll never shine bright as me.”
The lights suddenly went black.
Phantom held the final note, arms rising in slow reverence… and then, with a single, dramatic throw downward, the stage exploded into blinding bursts of white, pink, and yellow, washing the entire stadium in light.
His outfit shimmered again, colors shifting, reflecting the explosion like a living aurora. He had become a supernova incarnate.
“I’m the light every night in your world– Eh”
Phantom pointed directly into the crowd, his body bending down low before rising back up in a fluid arc, hips rolling effortlessly as he danced across the stage’s edge. The backup dancers followed him like orbiting satellites, flawless and entranced.
And for a heartbeat, Tim could swear Phantom’s eyes locked onto his.
His breath hitched –cheeks flushing hot– and somewhere behind him, he faintly heard Conner’s laugh, low and teasing.
But he couldn’t look away.
“You revel in the glory of my beau–ty”
Phantom shimmered, dragging one hand slowly across his face, fingers trailing like liquid light. His eyes flared brighter, almost glowing. Then he raised his leg in a dramatic kick forward, stepping into a powerful pose, dragging his hand up the length of his own body.
Tim’s gaze followed every motion, helplessly caught in the slow, sensuous gravity of it.
This… this being wasn’t just a performer.
He was a celestial event.
A deity wrapped in stardust and soundwaves.
And Tim…Tim would kneel, would offer up his soul if it meant getting closer.
“Ya ready to watch me be le-gen-dary?
'Cause I'm ultra-lumi-nary.”
Phantom spun around, and the screen behind him lit up, catching the motion in perfect clarity. Even with his back to the crowd –back to Tim– the camera zoomed in on his face, capturing the sly smirk and the teasing shrug he tossed at the lens.
Phantom shot upward, soaring off the stage like a burst of cosmic light. His laughter rang out above the beat, bright and joyful, as he twirled mid-air arms spread wide, trailing glittering streaks behind him.
He danced across the open sky like a star set free, and Tim… Tim was falling.
“Whoa… Wel-come to Lu-na-ria Whoa… So Spec-ta-cularia”
Many more screens lit up all around the stadium, like constellations blinking into existence. Each one shimmered with Phantom’s dazzling smile as he flew along the outer walls, trailing sparklers in his wake like a rocket launching into space.
“Whoa… Super Sin-gu-lary”
Phantom soared in a graceful arc, then descended slowly toward center stage, lowered on a hidden platform. He didn’t miss a beat– didn’t stumble, didn’t even breathe wrong. He glided, slipping effortlessly into the next movement. Arms raised in a dramatic flex toward the crowd, then swept high above his head before cascading low in a fluid ripple through his torso.
With one hand on his hip, he pointed out to the chaotic, euphoric sea of fans in every direction. Then he spun his hand in a loop, pressing it against his chest and crossing both arms into an X, winking playfully at the nearest camera.
“‘Cause I’m so Very Very
Extra-ordi-naria”
The crowd screamed, a tidal wave of sound crashing into the stage. Tim felt dizzy from the sheer intensity of it all.The lights, the music, the energy thrumming in his bones like a second heartbeat. His fingers curled against the barricade in front of him, clutching it like an anchor.
There was a brief pause in the music as a spotlight swept to the side stage.
A DJ stood behind a set of turntables, bathed in golden light. He wore a red beanie and a dark blue button-down shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows. Short dreadlocks framed his face, warm-toned skin catching hints of the light display still strobing in blues, pinks, and yellows.
One hand pressed a headphone to his ear, the other flicking and spinning expertly across the console, each movement subtle but confident, shaping the entire pulse of the show with flicks of his wrist and taps of his fingers.
But Wally? Wally definitely did.
Even now, with the DJ’s booth dimming again as the spotlight faded, Wally’s eyes lingered on that corner of the stage, a quiet grin on his lips.
Tim would’ve teased him– if he could look away from Phantom long enough to form a coherent sentence.
“The cosmic shine of my fine display
Can turn the Night to Day”
The lights slowly shifted, bleeding from galactic neons into soft gradients of peach and rose gold, mimicking the glow of a rising sun. Phantom ascended with it, higher than before, bathed in the morning light. His silhouette floated in a swirl of lavender, white, and the faintest dusting of orange; like sunrise painted into motion.
“I hear they say that the Milky Way Can't help but envy me”
He twirled in slow, lazy circles, each movement dripping with confidence, every step and flick of his fingers divine. He held his hand out in a dramatic flourish, head bobbing with a lidded gaze and a smug, dazzling grin that made Tim’s stomach twist with heat.
That grin could end empires.
And then Phantom spun –faster, brighter– arms thrown wide as he rose even higher, a glowing white light rising with him like the first star of a brand new dawn.
Completely and utterly wrecked.
“I am the Brigh-test Star
Superb Spec-tacular…”
Phantom tilted backward… then suddenly dropped.
It was like a wire snapped. A high note rang out –sharp, jarring– and then nothing.
The music vanished. The lights blinked out.
For a moment, the stadium was swallowed in silence.
Gasps echoed from every direction. Uneasy murmurs swept through the crowd like a rising tide.
And then, a dim green glow flickered to life on the stage.
Phantom was kneeling, bowed low, hands braced on the floor like he was in mourning or prayer. His freckles shimmered faintly in the dark, barely illuminating the sorrow carved into his face.
A low beat began to thrum again– soft, slow, like a heartbeat pulled from the wreckage of grief.
“It was a desert on the Moon... When… We... Ar-rived
Gathering all of my tears, heart-break and sighs”
His chest clenched tight as Phantom lifted his head, glowing green tears streaking down his cheeks. They slipped into his cupped palms, forming a soft, shimmering puddle –grief made visible, grief made beautiful– until the tears began to rise, floating gently into the air.
They curled upward in spirals, slow and reverent, trailing like stardust through the air.
And Phantom rose with them.
He didn’t move like a performer anymore… he moved like a spirit in mourning, following the path of his sorrow through the stars.
“Tuck made a potion Ignite and Tur-ned the Night
To a Ra-diant City of Light”
The tears –no, the galaxy– shifted into swirling hues of color: pinks, purples, blues, golds. They danced in graceful spins and turns above the audience, encircling Phantom in a spiral of light. He hung at the center of it, delicate and radiant, like the eye of a sorrow-born nebula.
Tim could hardly breathe.
Around him, he heard sniffles…quiet gasps, soft sobs, people trying to hold it in and failing. And he wasn’t any better.
His eyes stung, vision blurring through tears he hadn’t even realized were falling. His cheeks were damp, catching the colored lights and reflecting them like glass. He hiccuped –sharp, involuntary– and clenched his jaw to keep another from slipping out. His whole body trembled, shoulders shaking as he held himself together by threads.
“From tears I Rise!
I Rise!”
From the center of that luminous constellation, Phantom surged into motion, trailing light behind him like a comet’s tail. He streaked across the stage, over the crowd, a radiant streak of motion and color and sorrow reborn.
The crowd’s voices rose with him– soft at first, then louder, catching the echo of his words like a lifeline.
Tim looked up, eyes swollen and burning, heart wide open and cracked down the middle. Phantom was a force of nature, a miracle.
He was the ache in Tim’s chest made manifest, wrapped in starlight.
“I’m the light every night in your world– Eh
You revel in the glory of my beau–ty”
Phantom landed back on stage with effortless grace, dancers surrounding him in synchronized motion. Behind him, the jumbo screen projected every perfect step, every flick of his hands, every breathtaking close-up of his face.
Tim had been jostled back a few rows during the crowd’s earlier rush, but he barely noticed. His body moved on autopilot, weaving between people with numb determination until he found his spot again– right where he started.
“Ya ready to watch me be le-gen-dary?
'Cause I'm ultra-lumi-nary.”
As Phantom drew out the last word, he raised his arm and pointed directly into the crowd.
Their eyes locked, and the world around them faded.
A slow, knowing grin curved Phantom’s lips as he began descending down the stage again, hips swaying, steps fluid, rhythmic. The chorus echoed behind him, voices and lights swelling in tandem– but Phantom only had eyes for him.
“So Spec-tacularia”
The grin widened when he caught sight of Tim’s face– completely stunned, flushed, eyes wide like he’d been struck by lightning.
“Whoa… Super Singulary”
Phantom stopped at the edge of the stage, just a few feet above him.
Tim stared up, breath held tight in his lungs. His heart was a thunderclap, pounding so loud it nearly drowned the music.
And then Phantom leaned down –slow, smooth, like a secret unfurling– and reached out.
Fingertips brushed under Tim’s chin, tilting it gently upward.
The touch was featherlight, reverent, like he’d been waiting for this.
“‘Cause I’m so Very Very
Extra-ordi-naria”
The last note rang out, echoing into stillness.
But Phantom didn’t let go.
For a second, it was just them. Stage lights casting halos. Phantom’s fingers still resting beneath Tim’s chin, eyes soft and warm now– softer than they’d ever been in the performance. Almost fond.
A small, tilted smile curled on his lips. “Star-struck, baby?”
Tim choked on a breath and nodded, couldn’t even pretend to be smooth about it. He was red-faced and trembling and absolutely wrecked. He followed the movement of Phantom’s hand as he let go and stepped back, body still humming from the brief contact.
The crowd roared, but Tim barely heard it over the racing beat of his own pulse.
Phantom turned with a dazzling flourish, arms stretched wide to the audience. “Thank you for having me, Gotham City!”
The stadium erupted into thunderous applause.
“And let’s give a big thanks to my lovely openers– Spectra and Ember!”
The two women stepped forward with elegant bows, basking in the crowd’s adoration. Phantom slung an arm around them easily, still glittering in the spotlight.
That touch –that smile, that look– it hadn’t been part of the show. It couldn’t have been.
He could still feel it. Right there on his chin. Like fire and electricity wrapped in a ghost’s kiss.
Phantom glanced back once more before leaving the stage– eyes finding his with precision.
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I feel like I was typing the same sentence over and over again 🫠
But this was fun! I’ve never done a song fic before and let me tell you it was… an experience, that honestly took me like a week to finish ✊🏼
