Disclaimer: Teen Titans, Danny Phantom and assorted characters/locations/plot devices belong to their respective owners. Which is not me. Damnit…
A/N: Hey there everyone, I guess some of you are wondering 'wtf is Dark doing? Danny Phantom and Teen Titans? I thought you did Kim Possible Fanfiction?'
Well, there's a simple answer: my muse made me do it (that excuse can get you out of everything), I've always liked TT/DP crossovers, the worlds and characters mesh so easily and believably. And the interactions between the casts seem so interesting (though in this story it'll most likely just be Danny and the Titans).
Also don't worry about my other stories, I'll keep updating them; I'm just following the whims of my muse as to which one I update next. But don't worry; I've got a reasonably solid storyline for each of them.
Now for this one: I decided to do a DP/TT story; I jotted down a decent storyline where Danny et al went to Jump city, and stuff happened.
It wasn't worth the paper it was written on, so I threw it away and started on this. (It's just a plot bunny at the moment, if my muse wants me to keep going, then I will.)
Apparitions
Chapter 1: Seeing Dead People
"So what's this thing again?" a violet eyed girl enquired.
"It's called a Ghost Portal; it's designed to punch a hole into reality into the ghost zone. Or at least that's what my parents say. It doesn't work."
"Heh, I bet your Dad forgot to plug something in, or put it in backwards. You know how absent-minded he is… though… it does look very pretty." Half-joked the dark-skinned technophile.
"Yeah it does." The dark haired boy replied, "They were really bummed out that it didn't work…" the three shared a short silence before the two boys just looked at each other. "You thinking what I'm thinking?" they both asked at the same time.
"What are you..?" She began, then let out an exasperated sigh. Boys and their toys…
While the two boys were chatting excitedly and the young girl had her camera out, collecting blackmail material of the skin-tight white jumpsuit; none of the three noticed the most important thing in the room.
The portal was still plugged in.
A failed solder point was all that was holding the activation back, but it was still minimally active; still drawing and storing electricity and ectoplasmic energy. And had been since midday the day before.
So when the optimistic, raven-haired youth cautiously entered the metal aperture, shifting the failed solder point to connect, opening the portal.
With over fifteen thousand times the required activation energy.
With him still inside, no longer in the human world, yet not quite in the ghost's realm.
Something had to give.
The explosion knocked the planet an entire degree off its axis, covered the world in a nuclear winter, and shattered the moon hanging in the sky, leaving a ring of debris surrounding the planet.
Not that there was anyone left to see it.
Unconscious, and likely to be for some time.
Drifting, the void between the worlds his new home.
Dying, yet ever living.
Living, yet ever dying.
Passing from world to world, waking in each.
Unable to touch.
Unable to hunger, to tire, to rest.
Unable to be seen, or heard, or on any level perceived by the many and varied denizens of the countless worlds he has seen.
Only able to watch, to listen, to learn of every language, science, magic, custom (whilst never being able to use any of them), for there is nothing else to do.
Witnessing every horror, unable to assist.
Witnessing every miracle, unable to share in the joy.
Ever alone.
Until...
"Who are you?"
Another world. Another blue-eyed, raven-haired teen.
This one however was strong, athletic and possessing a mind like a well oiled machine. He was also wearing a green and red outfit made of an advanced Kevlar bi-weave that was lightweight and almost bullet-proof. His gloves, belt and mask had nano-tech that would make any self-respecting military scientist wet themselves.
He had been in the city for just over a week; learning the ins and outs of the criminal underground, the police patrol patterns, and all kinds of gangland politics.
He had spent his first week well; his research into the goings on in Jump City were as complete as they could be. But tonight was his first night as Robin in his new city. He felt more alive than he had for days. This was the real him, when he donned the cape and mask. 'Dick Greyson' was for when Robin wanted to be incognito.
He hadn't done anything serious yet; just a few burglars tied up in places the cops can find them. He probably wouldn't have to up against a true villain for a while at least. But he would eventually. Heroes attracted villains, villains attracted heroes, that's just how things were.
Now he was running across the rooftops, not chasing anything, but just getting a feel for the city at high altitude. He eventually finds himself on the closest tower to the bay. As the sun begins to rise he sees a smallish island out in the bay, he pauses.
'Strange,' he thinks, 'I've never noticed that island before. I wonder if it's being used for anything?'
It's a short pause, one that he files away under 'Unimportant Yet Interesting'( Yes, he has a lot of categories he files things under. Some don't bare thinking about), but it is long enough for him to register something. A nagging presence at the edge of his perception. He is about to dismiss it when he hears someone voice the thought he'd had not a moment ago.
"I wonder why no one ever built anything there?"
It was clear by the tone that the owner of the voice was merely thinking aloud, but in his shock Robin didn't pay that fact any heed. How could this guy sneak up on him? He was glowing for goodness sake! From what Robin could see he was wearing a black trench coat and pants with white boots and gloves and a two-tone shirt. His hair was snow white and reflected the light from the rising sun in interesting ways and as he watched to figure look around across the city he saw that his eyes were a startling electric green. He also noticed that his feet weren't quite touching the ground.
Robin snapped himself out of shock and slid into a battle stance, his face grim and his voice firm.
"Who are you?"
End chapter 1
And that ends the first chapter of this little plot bunny.
Notes:
- the Not-referring-to-anyone-by-their-name-thing in the first part was intentional.
- Yes I realise that its rather harsh to detonate a planet just for a story.
- The only person that Phantom can interact with, on any level, is Robin. Though this will change over time (go though the titans storyline, you'll see who's next).
- Phantom doesn't really have any powers yet. He's been completely out of phase with every reality he's come across so he hasn't absorbed much ectoplasm, and the titan's world doesn't have much ectoplasm either. I plan on most of his strength coming from various magics he's picked up over the centuries.
- speaking of stuff he's picked up on his travels, it might seem like I overpowered him, but remember he hasn't been able to use anything he's picked up. Everything he knows is completely theoretical. And the laws of reality aren't the same in every reality, so it won't all work anyway.
Okay, think thats everything, see you guys later.
-DS