Hi! This is a Danny Phantom and Teen Titans crossover, PP has not happened. Teen titans wise its going to be set around season 3ish, but Ill probably alter that as I go encase I decide to integrate episodes. There more than likely will be a bit of swearing and violence. Feel free to read, rate and review! This is my first story, so I need all the help I can get.

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Prologue: A New Town

Danny tumbled. Air and earth rushing up to meet his face as he plummeted towards the ground. He landed awkwardly on his side, a stubborn rock pushing into his stomach. Exhaustion seeped through his bones; hands shaking he looked up at the closing portal of swirling green as it began to disappear. Was it over? Was he safe? The word almost made him laugh. Safe, yeah right. He hadn't felt safe since... No. He couldn't think about that, as much as his aching body wished it, he couldn't afford the luxury of thinking. He needed to move. He had bought some time, but there was no guarantee of just how much time. Phantom had gone into remission, slumbering somewhere just out of reach. Danny could barely feel it anymore, his core was too damaged, the portal had taken everything he had had and in his weakened state he wasn't so sure if he could walk much less fight.

Pushing himself up, Danny stumbled to his feet, swearing as fresh pain rampaged through his body. His leg didn't support his weight quite the way it should, even the light wind threatened to push him over. He was on the side of a road, the empty asphalt seemed to stretch only for short while before it took a jagged turn just to disappear beyond a mound of dried grass. Danny watched as a car whizzed by, towards the bend in the road. Guess that was the way to civilization. The idea didn't sit well with him, the thought of people made his stomach turn but he needed to put distance between himself and the portal, and more importantly, he needed food. His stomach and legs took turns complaining as he started the way the car had gone. It had been nearly a week, his could still remember his last meal, his last meal with them. His stomach growled again, and pain spread from his core as tears pricked his eyes. Keep walking. He trudged on. Keep walking. Don't think. Keep walking. His ankle twisted under his weight, nearly sending him face first towards the ground. Danny scowled at the dirt: the dirt on the road, the dirt on his jeans, even the dirt on his skin seemed like a mockery. The great Danny Phantom! Ghost hero and protector, stumbling down some road in ripped muddy jeans and a hoodie that rivaled Clockwork in age, dried blood and scabbing cuts competing with bruises for his attention. He couldn't even heal at his usual speed! In the past two years of his half ghost existence he had never felt so... human.

Then he nearly walked into a pole.

The pole belonged to a sign boasting a place called "Jump City! Home of the Teen Titans!" The Teen Titans, he had heard of them. They were some group of heroes in California, if he remembered right, California was good. California was far, far, away from Amity Park and Wisconsin. Heroes though, they were another thing to worry about. On one hand their presence could protect him from himself, if someone else was saving the day, Danny could lie low. Heal if it was possible. The halfa checked his pocket, relief flooding his tired body, he could complete his mission.

If he did that, then at least he had a chance of recovery. It was a small sliver of hope, and Danny would be damned if he was going to let that slip away. But, heroes could be trouble. Specifically the ones bound by the public, but it was a decent sized city if the sign was any indication. Much larger than Amity Park and more than likely much denser, anyway what where the odds that five busy heroes would ever even see him much less meet him? This in mind, Danny limped past the sign. The city loomed over him, casting long shadows as the sun sank behind the buildings. The frenzied sounds of car horns and construction echoed through the city, welcoming him in the only way a city can.

He picked through the people on the street, ignoring the odd looks- which ranged anywhere from disgust to pity- that he received from the pedestrians. Danny grit his teeth, he needed to blend in. Which meant he couldn't look half starved, he needed to find food. His stomach reminded him of that much. The pitiful five dollars in his pocket couldn't buy much, but at this point nearly anything looked good. Ten minutes later, Danny ended up with a dangerous looking hotdog from a shady looking street vendor. Fifteen minutes after that, Danny was curled up under a bridge in a park. Asleep for what felt like the first time in ages.

So there it is. The very first chapter! If you stuck with it all the way down to this authors note, thank you very much.