Titans Tower
Robin's POV:
It had been a week since the Master of Games incident, and I was reminded of just how many young heroes there are in the world. I was looking through newspaper articles from various towns, and one in particular caught my attention. The title said "Danny Phantom Stops Massive Ghost Invasion" and it showed a picture of a boy with white hair and green eyes, wearing a black jumpsuit with white gloves, belt and collar, a white logo on his chest of a stylized 'D' with a gap at the base to form a 'P'. One detail of the photo that caught my interest was that he appeared not to have legs, only a wavy tail below the belt. I read the article, and a couple of the names captured my attention. The first was Vlad Masters. "That guy's almost as rich as Bruce and Lex Luthor." I thought. The other name that showed up prominently was 'Fenton'. "Where have I heard that name before?" I wondered. I brought up the search engine on my computer, running the word "Fenton" through it. The first website I found was one about ghost hunting, and the Fentons were considered top of the line ghost hunters, due in no small part to the portal they built in their basement to a place known as 'The Ghost Zone'. I found a picture of the Fentons, a family of four with a son and daughter, named Daniel and Jasmine Fenton. The husband, Jack Fenton, was a large man in a bright orange jumpsuit, and the wife, Madeline Fenton wore a bright blue jumpsuit. Their children however, were in normal clothes, but when I saw the son's face I gasped. Baby blue eyes, messy black hair, and a startling similarity to myself. "It can't be!" I exclaimed, surely waking up the other Titans, despite it being past midnight. Before my eyes a memory played out.
"Danny, hurry up, we'll miss seeing mom and dad perform!" I told my younger brother, who was being late as usual. As we walked around the circus tent I heard voices talking.
"Either you pay up or we make your performers pay" one voice said full of malice.
"No, I won't give you people any more money" another voice told the first one.
"Fine then, but how save are your performers?" The first voice said.
I grabbed my brother's hand and we went around the other way to get backstage, fear filling my heart at the conversation I just eavesdropped on.
The show had been going well, and mom and dad were doing their trapeze act when I heard the sound of a gun going off, and one of the trapeze wires snapping. They fell to he ground and didn't move. Everyone got out of their seats and began running for the exits. In the confusion, I lost sight of Danny, and that would be the last I saw of my brother.
"I found you at last, brother" I said to myself as I found the address of the Fentons, somewhere in Amity Park, Illinois. As I leaned back and took a breath, my eyes wandered to the article about Danny Phantom, and I mentally matched his face to that of my brother. "So, looks like we both became superheroes, Danny Grayson."