Wow... wasn't expecting this big of a response. Thanks a bunch! Anyway, I made a change. Phantom's limp is actually going to be very noticeable when he walks. Sorry this chapter is really short. I had to get the awkward, Phantom-meets-the-Justice-league-and-he-explains-himself part out of the way. Still not completely satisfied with it. I will also try to update at least once a month. Hope you like it more than I do, please tell me what you think.

Chapter 2: Explanation

Phantom focused harder,"Come on-"
With a flash, his sketchbook and pencils fell into his lap. He glanced up to see his female guard trying to look uninterested. She was failing miserably, getting up on her toes to look through the tiny hospital window.
He hid a grin behind his sketchpad, trying not to laugh at her face as he made his other items appear on his dresser. He had a special connection with the things he kept in his satchel. All he had to do was think about them, and they'd appear. Pretty handy since he was seriously prone to losing things.
Phantom's smile soon disappeared as he looked through his stuff. Things were out of place. His pencils were out of their box, the Goodie bag was slightly open-
He shrugged it off. If this was going to be his new home, he'd need to get used to people rooting around in his things. With a sigh, he opened his sketch pad to a fresh page. He frowned again. What was he going to draw? He could draw the girl that kept peeking through his hospital window, but he wasn't sure she'd approve. Besides, he liked drawing things he was familiar with. He turned back a page, and realized something.
"Hmm...", he muttered,"I never did finish coloring my last drawing, did I?" Shrugging, he pulled out his pencils and started shading. But he hadn't been coloring for more than five minutes when the door opened. The strange group of people he'd seen walked in. He closed his sketch pad and put his pencils back in the box. Then he crossed his legs, propped his head up with his elbows, and waited for them to say anything.
And waited.
They had all been staring at him for awhile, and he was starting to get uncomfortable. "Finished looking?" He finally said. Phantom hated being stared at, especially by people he didn't know.
His words seemed to break the spell. The man with lightning bolts on his head spoke, but what he said made no sense. "Peanut butter cookies are my favorite, don't you think?"
Phantom just looked at him, brows furrowing. "Huh?" He sounded really, really lost, even to himself.
"Yep, Peanut butter are definitely my favorite. I'm really craving them..." He trailed off, giving Phantom a beaming smile.
"Again," Phantom said,"huh?"
"What Flash is trying to say," the black man interrupted, "is that we need an explanation."
Trying not to think that lightning man might be off his rocker, Phantom answered, "Oh, okay. Where do you want me to start?"
"Who are you, and why are you here?" Utility belt man asked. Phantom noted, with some amusement, that he had spikes on his head that looked suspiciously like ears. Good grief, was he in a nuthouse?
"Well, my name is Phantom, but I 'm sure you already know that."

-Time skip-

"So you're telling us that you come from another dimension? And you came here because you got tired of your dimension? And you just happen to be a ghost." Lightning man-Phantom now knew him as Flash-said.
"If you want to putting very, very simply, yes." Phantom responded. "There were just too many memories."
"Good or bad?" Shayera asked.
"Both." Phantom felt a little bad. He hadn't told them the complete truth. He'd left out the part where all of his friends and second family had died, and he hadn't mentioned Danny at all. He thought that maybe he would tell them, someday, but it was still too painful for him to talk about with just anyone. But he hadn't told an outright lie since he'd gotten there.
"Now that we've been introduced, will you explain the things in your satchel?" Superman asked.
Phantom grinned. "Gladly."
Soon, everything was laid out on his lap. Everyone leaned forward, eager to see. Even Batman looked passive about seeing the stuff-which Phantom considered a major victory.
He held up the Fenton thermos. "This is the Fenton thermos. It's used to trap ghosts. I'm guessing you've already seen my sketch pad, so I won't go into that." He set those down and continued, "This I-pod and headphones were a gift from my rock star friend Ember. It analyses your likes and emotions to play the music that best matches your mood. This charm is from my friend The Box Ghost-"
"Wait." Flash interrupted. "His name is "The Box Ghost"?"
Phantom laughed a little. "Well, his official name is Crate creep, but no one calls him that. Anyway, if I smash this charm, he'll come."
"He can travel through dimensions?" J'onn asked.
Phantom looked serious. "We have no clue how he does it, but The Box Ghost can appear anywhere he wants, no matter what. This is my goodie bag. It produces any baked good that I want."
"Any baked good?" Flash asked, a skeptic tone to his voice.
"Yep." Even though he hadn't actually been the one to make the goodie bag, he was kind of proud that he was the one who owned it. "But anyway, I think that's all I need to explain."
The heroes looked at each other. Finally, Green Lantern said,"We need to talk this over." He and the others headed for the door. Just before they left, Shayera turned and said,"You'll be okay, won't you?"
"Of course." Phantom answered with a grin.

-Line break-

Phantom had been lying. He was so nervous, a layer of frost had started to form on the sheets. They had told him about their group of heroes-the Justice league. Despite it being as corny as one of Tucker's pickup lines, he really, really wanted to be a hero again. He knew that even if they kicked him out, he'd still go out and save people.
The door opened, and Superman and Wonder Woman came in. Phantom waited, trying really hard not to freeze the mattress.
"We've made our decision." Superman said. "You can stay."
Phantom almost cheered, but he ended up just saying,"Sweet!"
"We'd also like to invite you to join the Justice league." Wonder Woman added.
"HECK YES!" Phantom blurted before he could stop himself. A green hue came to his face as he quickly said,"I mean, yeah, I'd like that." His blush deepened.
If Superman thought his outburst was unusual, he hid it well. "Of course, we won't send you on missions until you're fully healed."
"I'm comfortable with that."
"We won't place a guard at your door, but we're going to move you to a different room so you don't get unwanted visitors. Is it alright if we tell everyone your story so they're not in the dark?" He continued.
"Sure." Phantom said. As Superman and Wonder Woman continued to tell him the details, Phantom couldn't help but think that he had been wrong. This dimension wasn't crappy-it was perfect.