A/N: Reading a lot of crossovers lately, and none of them ever seem to hit the mark. Here's my interpretation of Danny meets the Titans. This chapter is quite a bit shorter than the others will be, and it focuses a lot more on Danny continuity, set after Kindred Spirits. In Teen Titans continuity, I suppose this will be sometime between The End and Homecoming. They will get added back in little by little, then all at once as soon as they meet up (as any good crossover should).


Danny's POV

"Are you sure about this, Danny?" Sam asked as she got in the Fenton RV. "You don't have to go with them, after all. You could stay at my place, or Tucker's."

"I think she means that you don't have to drag us along," Tucker corrected as he got in on my other side. I really wanted to say yes to that, but I knew I couldn't.

"Dad really wants me and Jazz there, guys," I reminded them. "I'm not gonna leave her there by herself, and I'm definitely not letting Vlad try to kill Dad and kiss Mom because I'm not there to stop him."

"Still doesn't explain why you have to drag us along," Tucker whined, and I glared at him.

"Because I don't want to have to go by myself either, that's why," I said. "Besides, Vlad's never actually tried to hurt either of you. It would screw up his plan to turn me into his apprentice. He knows just as well as I do that I don't want anything happening to you guys."

Jazz got in the car then, and glancing sympathetically back at me, she sat in the seat ahead of us and pulled out a book. Moments later, Mom and Dad followed, sitting up front and starting the RV.

"You kids are going to love Vladdie's mansion!" Dad called back to Sam and Tucker. "Jazz and Danny simply loved it last time they'd been there!" In my head, I corrected Dad, reminding him that the last time I'd been in that Fruit Loop's mansion, he'd tried to clone me while he role-played with a hologram version of my mother.

Yeah. Not exactly Six Flags, but kicking his butt at the end was fun.

After several hours of Ghost - the only road game my parents play - we arrived at the mansion, thankful we didn't have to play anymore.

"Vladdie, my man!" Dad boomed, greeting Vlad with open arms. Vlad stepped sideways twice to avoid him, and, spotting my mother, lit up like a nuclear-powered Christmas tree.

Ew.

"Why, Maddie," Vlad exclaimed happily. "You look stunning as always." Grimacing, my mom replied in a suitable but cold manner. I smiled inwardly at one of Vlad's battles was lost, but the old Cheese Tray looked unfazed. "And Daniel! You've been shooting up like a weed! You and Jasmine here are beginning to look so mature!"

"Beginning to?" Jazz muttered, but Vlad heard her. When he raised an eyebrow at her, she said, "I said it's Jazz."

"That certainly wasn't what it sounded like, but an old man's ears aren't really reliable, are they?" His eyes fell on Sam and Tucker, and his smile dimmed slightly. That's right, you old coot. It's not just you and the Fenton family this time. You have them to deal with too. "And who are these delightful young people?"

"These are my friends, Sam Manson and Tucker Foley," I said, trying very hard not to gloat. "The invitation did say we could invite guests, and it meant a lot to me that they came." He slipped a little, glaring at me for a fraction of a second, then regained his composure.

"Of course! Of course! I am honored to be introduced to your friends! Sam Manson and Tucker Foley, is it? Why, Miss Manson, I do believe I've met your mother at a benefit of some sort. She is a very charming woman, of course." Sam, Tucker, and I glanced at each other uneasily, all wondering the same thing: " Did he flirt with her mom, too?"

"What is wrong with me?" Vlad asked suddenly. So much, I thought. "Where are my manners?" Probably with your sanity. "Come in, all of you, come in!" This time, Vlad was lucky enough to catch my dad's fingers in the door, but I quickly re-opened it for him.

"I'm afraid all of the food I have is being prepared for the party tomorrow night, so I cannot provide you with dinner. I can, however, wish you a good night until tomorrow. Sweet dreams!"

"Sweet as acid," I murmured, then turned to head to my room, Tucker on my heels. I turned to see Sam and Jazz headed off towards their shared room, and Mom and Dad scooting off to their room. I'd have to look after them all tonight, and be ready for the party tomorrow.


Narrator's POV

The pale, vampiric ghost paced, awaiting the return of his servants. They arrived noisily through the portal, hacking and complaining as they carried the dark book between them. "We've got the book, boss," one of the glowing green vultures wheezed proudly. "Taken right from that big tower you told us about."

"Why's it shaped so weird, huh, boss?" another managed.

"Never mind that now, fools!" Plasmius snapped. "Did anyone see you?" The birds shook their heads no. "Good, good. So maybe you did something right. Let me see the book." The birds threw it at him, and he caught it one-handed. "I owe a debt to these Azarathan scribes. They really knew what they were talking about. Here! Here it is! The prophecy of the Portal and the mark of Scath. Quick, inscribe these symbols around my portal."

The birds got to work, and the ghost sat in an armchair by the portal as he read the immortal words of the mortal society, certain that he was not doomed by the same fate.