This is the first fanfic i have made with Danny Phantom and Young Justice! I want to you all to know that i would not have been able to make this if it wasn't for the help i got from KodiakWolfe13 so a BIG Thank you! Well i am going to keep this short so here is the disclaimer! I don't own any of the characters, they belong to their own respective creator and this was only made for fun!

Chapter 1: Unwanted surprise!

Summer holidays in Amity park were not the same this year for 15-year-old Danny Fenton, a boy with raven black hair, blue eyes, blue jeans and a white t-shirt with a red oval on the front. Most days he hung out with his two best friends.

Tucker Foley, obsessed with technology, was a dark-skinned boy with glasses, a long sleeve yellow shirt, a black belt, green cargo pants and brown boots while wearing a red beret on his head. His beloved PDA was always seen with him.

Sam Manson, a goth and an Ultra Recyclo-Vegetarian, was always seen wearing purple lipstick, short black hair with a small ponytail at the top of her head, a black tank top with a purple oval in the center, a black skirt with a green crosshatch design, purple leggings, and black combat boots.

However, both of them were gone for part of the summer. Tucker was away, visiting family in the UK. Sam's parents decided to have a random family vacation and jetted off to Japan.

This left Danny on his own for the time being. On the third day his friends had been gone, he was found in the park, sitting on a bench looking very bored. It had been a slow three days, with little to do except fight the Box Ghost and the few other ghosts that came from the Ghost Portal. This left him to contemplate things, such as how he became half-ghost, the people of whom knew his secret (lingering on the one person he wished hadn't found out), and the people he should tell about his ghostly alter-ego.

Once he was done contemplating life, Danny got up from the bench and walked home. As he walking up the couple of steps to the front door, he paused when he felt something was off. He shook the feeling away seconds later and opened the door. As he walked through the frame, he called "Mom! Dad! I'm home!"

He got no answer.

That was strange... If they had gone out, they would have surely locked the door. And the car was still in the driveway as well! This left Danny feeling much edgier than usual.

The ebony-haired boy walked carefully into the dark living room, which was also strange. He didn't have time to question it too much, though, because armored men jumped out from their hiding spots and had Danny unconscious before he could utter a word. After he was out, they took Danny with them from the house.

An hour later, Jazz came home from the market. She found her dad and mom dead in the kitchen. A scream could be heard from the Fenton resident as Jazz fell to the floor beside her parent. She didn't know what to do and just sat there in front of them. She couldn't believe it was real.

It was a couple of hours before the girl came from her shocked state and called the police.

As the police were on their way, Jazz attempted to call Danny. However, he wouldn't pick up his cell-phone. She tried dozens of times but received no answer from him. Finally, she called his two friends to ask if they had heard from him, despite their vacation status. Anxiety took hold of her quickly and the police finally arrived. An officer had to take her aside to calm the distraught teenager.

The next day, the news of the Fenton's tragic murder and Daniel Fenton's missing status spread across the country like a wildfire.

Danny was inside a vehicle of some kind. He was slowly waking up. He was lying on the floor in the back of a van. His hands were chained together in front of him and firmly chained to the wall. He still felt a bit drowsy so he had a hard time moving but, after a minute or two, his body responded so he could sit up. He was alone. At first he wonder where he was but then he remembered getting ambushed by some men in his own home.

'What's going on?' Danny wondered as he looked at the chains and tried to go intangible but it didn't work. He could try and use some of his other powers but when he tried to use Cryokinesis to break the chain it didn't work. That was when he realized he could feel something draining the energy from him and it was then that he noticed the collar around the neck. It must have been a power restraining device that made so he couldn't use his powers. He tried to transform but it didn't work.

Danny was now beginning to realize how deep in trouble he was in. Whoever it was that kidnapped him knew that he was half ghost.

Danny didn't now how long he had been in the truck. It could have been hours so he didn't know how far they'd taken him from Amity Park. He had been trying to get the collar off his neck but, so far, he had not succeeded.

'Maybe I can get out of here if I could get the chains of me' Danny thought and looked a bit closer at the handcuffs. Maybe he could do the trick the good guys did in the movies. 'Well I've got nothing to lose so I might as well try it.'

All it did was rip his skin up.

Danny sighed and his whole body slumped against the wall he had been using as a backrest. He looked up to the ceiling and couldn't help but think of his friends and family. Would he be able to escape and see them again or would his captors keep him forever as some kind of guinea-pig?

No he couldn't give up! Sam would kick his a** if he did!

The thought brought a smile to his face. Danny sat up straight and tested the cuffs' strength. After pulling at them, he realized they wouldn't break.

"This is so not my day." The raven-haired boy said aloud. Then he got an idea. 'Maybe if this collar works as I think it does, maybe I can get it to be over-powered with energy. But the only attack I have that might work is my Ghostly Wail…'

Danny knew that it was a last-resort attack since it took a lot out of him to use but, right now, it was probably his only chance and, if he was lucky, the collar was not made to take the strain of his Ghostly Wail.

Danny had become a bit stronger over the course of the last months so he could use a bit of his powers in his human form but they are not as strong as when he is in his ghost form. He tried almost all of his powers but the Ghostly Wail was so strong that he didn't want to try it but now he would have a good excuse to try it and he had already tried to transform without any luck.

'Well here goes nothing…' The raven-haired boy thought and took a deep breath. He turned to the wall where the chain was attached. He felt how the collar take the power from the wail but the person who made the collar didn't count on how powerful the ghostly wail was and only half of the attack was stopped and the collar broke. The Wail was sufficient enough to make the chain break off.

Still cuffed, Danny thought, 'The chain wasn't ghost-proof! I better get out of here!

The vehicle suddenly stopped and that was all Danny needed to know that whoever it was that was driving had heard the small ruckus Danny made or they were at their destination; Danny didn't care not wanted to know. The raven-haired boy got up and tested the doors but they didn't budge. Outside the truck, he could hear the people that he figured had captured him.

Lex Luthor sat in his office, looking over some papers of the latest LexCorp work stats, when there was a knock at the door.

"Come in!" He said and hoped it was good news about his latest project.

Project Ph was something he had wanted to start for some time now. Ever since he saw the Ghost-Boy on a news channel that he typically didn't watch, he had been interested in him. He let one of his spies to Amity Park to get to know more about the Ghost-Boy and was surprised to find out that he was only half ghost, which made him even more interested.

One of his most trusted workers, Mercy Graves, came in and reported that Brutus and his team had returned and would arrive in about ten minutes to the secret lab that Luthor had under LexCorp in Metropolis.

Two black vans stopped in a big, underground garage. A team of people dressed like a SWAT team came out from the back of one van and carefully circled around the back doors of the second. They each readied their weapons, having heard the reports from the driver that repeated bangs had come from the back, signaling to him that the subject was awake.

A few meters away, there was a hiss and a door opened up. Lex Luthor and his assistant, Mercy, walked out and stopped a good distance from the idle vehicles. One of the men, most likely the leader, walked over to his boss, stood straight and tall, and gave a salute.

"Good work Brutus. Any problems?" Lex asked the man.

"No sir. We did as you asked and got the subject without any witnesses but we had to kill his parents since they tried to stop us when we told them the truth about their son. We did tell them the benefits of helping us but they still refused." Brutus answered curtly.

"Too bad. They were one of the best in the field but I guess they let their parental-side take over." Luthor said in a disappointed voice before he walked up to the back of the van. His men moved out of the way as Brutus informed his boss that the driver had heard the boy moving in the back.

Inside the van, Danny had heard the entire conversation and was shocked to hear the news about his parents. He didn't have time to ponder it though. The doors to the van opened and Danny was shot in the neck with another dart before collapsing. Before he could fall completely, one of the men caught him and carried him to the lab.

Lex looked in the van and saw the broken inhibitor collar lying on the floor and thought 'Hm... I guess I'll have to use a stronger collar next time. I wonder how strong the boy really is and who he could rival."

Lately, Vlad Masters had been very busy with work. He hadn't had much time to much else. So when the day came that he could sit on the couch and watch some TV without some form of work hanging over his head, he took it gladly.

It didn't stay that way for long when he heard what the reporter was going on about.

"The Fenton family daughter, Jasmine Fenton, came home to a horrible scene when she found her parents, Jack and Madeleine Fenton, dead in the kitchen. Police reported that the cause of dead was by an ecto-weapon. The police suspect their son, Daniel Fenton, for being behind their deaths, as he is now missing and various ecto-weapons were found in his room."

Vlad sat in shock for a moment or two, trying to register the things having been said over the TV. He couldn't believe his love was dead and that Danny had been accused of her murder (as well as Jack's). The millionaire knew the boy well and knew he would never do such a thing. Someone had to be behind the tragic events.

It was time to call Skulker.

It took little time for the ghostly hunter to appear in the lab under Vlad's mansion, ready for any assignment his boss threw at him. Vlad only stood patiently in the center of the room and nodded when Skulker appeared. He wasted no time when he said "Skulker, I need you to track someone for me."

"Who?"

"Daniel Fenton."

"The whelp is missing?" Skulker asked in shock. It made him angry that someone else had managed to capture the elusive boy but also worry, as no one had really managed to capture Danny for long. He was very slippery.

"Obviously. Otherwise, I would not have called you!" Vlad snapped at the hunter, making him shrink back some. The millionaire took a calming breath before repeating what the reporter on television had alerted him to.

The police sent Jazz to the hospital. The doctors kept her overnight as they looked up the information to a family member that might come and get her. They were very surprised to find out that the playboy billionaire, Bruce Wayne, had the right to the custody of the children if it would happen something to the parents. They contacted Bruce and were even more surprised when he told them he'd be there as soon as he could.

The next day, Jazz sat on her bed, absently looking out the window when there was a knock at the door. She called to whoever it was, allowing them to enter. She was rather surprised to see a man with deep blue eyes, black hair, and wearing perfectly tailored clothing entered while holding a briefcase in his hand. For a moment, she didn't know who the man was before his image clicked with a name she had read many times on the news.

"Hello Jasmine. My name's Bruce Wayne." The man said, smiling uneasily as he looked her shocked form over. "I don't know if anyone's told you but I'm supposed to be the one taking care of you now that your parents have… Passed."

"Is this a joke?" Jazz immediately asked, not amused in the least.

Bruce laid the case on one of the spare tables and opened it up. He took a pile of papers out and handed them to the orange-haired girl. "No, it's not. These are the documents that say that if something every happened to your parents, I would get legal custody."

Jazz slipped them from his hands and began reading the fine print over. Her curious eyes saw that, yes, all of it was legit. At the bottom were her parent's signatures and she would know them anywhere, having seen the scribbled names many times throughout her life.

So this was her and Danny's new godfather… Vlad Masters had only been booted from the spot a few months, after going to a science symposium in Florida with Danny where Vlad had mysteriously showed up and tried to convince her to leave Jack. As soon as she was back in Amity, she had it changed without discussing it with Jack, knowing he would never want to go against his old pal.

Jazz vaguely cheered her mother on for her impeccable timing.

Bruce stood in silence beside the bed uneasily. He wondered how the teen was taking the news and her parents' death, knowing full well the feeling. The man vaguely wondered if she had been told of the change in godfathers, as it had been rather recent since Bruce had been approached for the position. He had never thought he'd have to step up to it like this.

However, the girl only strained a smile and handed the papers back to her new caretaker, saying, "Just call me Jazz, please."

Bruce gave his own small, sad smile back and nodded his understanding. "Alright then, Jazz, if you will excuse me for a moment, I'm just going to go check you out real quick at the front desk. It shouldn't take more than a minute or two."

Jazz nodded and watched the man leave. Like he had promised, he was back within a couple of minutes. With her permission, they drove back to the abandoned Fenton Works and Bruce let Jazz pack some clothes and a few personal belongings (she also secretly packed some ecto-weapons and the Boomerang). He promised her they would be back to gather the rest of her belongings before they got back in the car and drove to their airport, where the private jet was waiting.

On the way to Gotham City, Jazz finally managed to get in contact with Sam and Tucker and told them everything. She had not expected to hear Sam assure her that she had already whipped out the emergency credit card and was currently sneaking out of the hotel, on her

way to the airport to fly to the UK and get Tucker before they would come to Gotham. Jazz was not given time to rebuke their plan before they hung up on her, signaling they would be there as soon as possible.

The plane-ride from Amity to Gotham was quiet but not silent. The ride from the airport to Wayne Manor was even quieter, with scarce words spoken between Bruce and Jazz. It seemed the billionaire wasn't as talkative or social as the papers made him out to be.

As they drove up the driveway to Wayne Manor, Jazz found herself in awe at how big and glamorous it was. She had seen pictures, yes, but none of them compared to actually seeing the large fortress itself.

Jazz missed the small smile Bruce wore as he watched her.

They parked in the driveway and the two got out. The luggage was handled by Bruce and the driver, who happened to be older than Bruce and looked like the grandfatherly type. Jazz was only allowed to follow them inside, where the driver eagerly took hers and Bruce's coats without hesitation. Bruce's small smile only grew bigger and more affectionate at the action before he turned to the girl. "Welcome to Wayne Manor, Jazz. As much as I would love to stick around, I have work that needs to be attended and I'm sure you're exhausted from this long day."

Jazz nodded in confirmation.

"Alfred will take you to your room and you can make yourself feel at home. If anything should be amiss, you can always come to me. If you find I am unavailable, Alfred is always just a call away." Bruce assured, gesturing their driver who also seemed to be the butler. Jazz was surprised to see the older man was very content with his position and was even more surprised to see affection in his eyes as Bruce began walking away, saying over his shoulder, "I'll see you later."

"This way, Lady Jasmine." Alfred said, gesturing for the guest to follow as he began walking away.

Jazz followed behind nervously, rubbing her arm up and down. As she followed behind and wished the older man would let her pull her own suitcase, she said, "Just Jazz is fine."

Alfred looked over his shoulder at her, smiled warmly, and said, "Of course, Lady Jazz."

The girl could only smile back.