This has been one of the worst weeks of my summer. That being said, it's actually not all that bad. I mean, it was mainly just strenuous. It's like, wake up to start working and go back to bed after working. I'm actually writing this only one day before it's supposed to go up, so it might not be up to par. Also, NoSignalBlueScreen (I'm going to refer to you as NB) it's FINE that you still want me to write longer chapters. If you see my other work I usually only write about four or five hundred words. However, this story might be my new favorite, maybe even a pet project, because it's making me write longer. I get to try out some new writing styles and all that. Now, WITHOUT FURTHER ADO... I present to you the newest chapter.

Danny's P.O.V

"Could this be any more cliche?" I asked cheekily. I was sitting in a metal chair, hands cuffed together against my back. The room around me was completely grey. In front of me was a window that they could look through, but appeared to be a mirror from my end. In all honest, I was nervous, but I didn't think the older man dressed as a damn bat could tell that. After all, it's not like he's Sherlock Holmes. The human bat was analyzing my face. He stepped outside. I strained to listen, but this damned inhibitor collar was blocking my enhanced senses. Thank Clockwork it only blocked out my learned ghost powers. Most people don't know, but no matter what device you slap on a ghost, you can't take away the three basic powers. Flight, invisibility, and Intangibility.

I heard some gruff mumbling followed by an excited chatter. A conversation? The door slid open again, but Batzilla wasn't there. It was that kid who saw me when I was invisible! "Yeah, not that I don't appreciate your company, but why did tall, dark, and angry send in...the opposite of him?" I said jokingly. The boy's eyes narrowed into slits.

"His name is Batman. I'm Robin, his partner." He stared at me up and down. "Metahuman?" He asked. I shrugged. He walked up to me and in a blur of yellow and red, he slammed me down on the table and ripped out several hairs. I yelped pathetically. "Listen, you're going to give me all the answers I need or we're going to have a problem." I nodded weakly.

"Jesus, okay! I wasn't planning on lying or anything, hell I'm trying to be cooperative." I turned my arm intangible and rubbed the area he plucked the hairs from. His eyes widened slightly. It's because he saw that I could've escaped if I wanted, I thought. He nodded, as if confirming what I said to be true.

"You didn't leave, though you obviously can." He sat in the chair opposite me, taking out a pen and notepad. He took a deep breath. "Are you a metahuman?" he asked somberly. I didn't know how to respond.

"Uh, I don't exactly know. I'm half human, half ghost. I'm called a halfa," I stated, though it came out like a question. He raised an eyebrow but said nothing. I continued, "Where I come from, I was the second halfa ever. Was, as in past tense. The first halfa, my enemy, wanted me as a son since we were the only two of our kind. When I refused, he got angry. He stole my DNA and cloned me." Robin's eyes grew large.

"Do you have a Cadmus on your Earth?" he questioned steadily. I shook my head slowly.

"I don't know what that is, so I'm gonna say no."

"Alright, how did you become a..." he glanced down at his notepad, "...halfa?"

"My parents were ghost hunters. They thought all ghosts were evil, and even made some legitimate observations on ghost behavior. They made a portal to another dimension called The Ghost Zone, where all the ghosts originated. When they made it though, it didn't work. My friends and I were checking it out one day when we were taking photos for a school project. My one friend, Sam, thought it'd be a good idea for me to go in, so I did. I stumbled though, and pressed a button on the wall in a useless attempt to balance myself. That button turned on the machine, a tunnel into another universe.

"So I died." Robin's mask never changed. His 'eyes' never widened or turned into slits.

"But you only died...partially." I nodded.

"The electricity from the portal started to break down my molecular structure, but the literal essence of the Ghost Zone rebuilt it. So... yeah. I gained ghost powers. I was a ghost. Half of me, anyway. When the portal turned on, a lot of ghosts escaped. I used my powers to capture the escapees. I didn't want to kill them, however! I just kept throwing them back into the Zone."

Robin nodded, finishing up some notes. He was writing facts down, learning about me. He stiffened his spine, and glared at the glass. I looked in the reflection and saw that he was looking at a specific spot, not just the glass in general. He looked back and cleared his throat. "Why are you here?" he asked.

"Somebody from your universe came to mine and told Clockwork, the ghost of time, that our universes would both be destroyed if I didn't come here. Something about me vibrating at a different speed than my earth but at the same speed as yours?"

"So our universes were trying to merge." He chewed on the tip of his pen. He nodded for some reason I wasn't aware of. "One last question."

"Shoot."

"Seriously, Ghostbusters?"

After I was released from captivity, I got to meet the team who fought me.

"Hi! I'm M'gann, but you could call me Megan if you want!"

"I am Kaldur'ahm, it is a pleasure to meet you."

"Conner Kent, Superboy."

"I'm Kid Flash, AKA Wally. You're not really a ghost, right?"

"I'm Artemis."

"You've met me and Batman," Robin tells me. They tell me a brief history of how the team was founded, who the Justice League is, and what kind of world it is.

"Dude, I lucked out!" I was beaming and chattering off, "I have to leave my earth, but I come to a world with people like me!" I start flying loops around the group in front of me, then my smile falls. "But where do I go?"

"We've got that covered." Batman walks up to me and addresses me for the first time. "You can stay with us if you join the team."

I nodded eagerly, "Yeah! Sure, I'm so ready!"

"You will be on a temporary surveillance period. However... we still don't know your name."

I have to resist the urge to facepalm. I glance up at the rest of the team sheepishly. "Danny, Danny Fenton. My hero name is... Phantom. Just Phantom."

They all greet me again and we share a small chuckle at my expense.

"I-I can't do this any longer!" My arms were going numb, my forehead was soaked with sweat, and my voice was strained. From the other side of the glass, Batman jotted down some notes. He pressed the button that activated the speakers in the training room.

"You know what the copout word is, Daniel."

"D-Danny! M-my name is Danny!" I choked out. The Team was observing from a distance. They, combined with the term 'Copout word', kept me going. I wanted to show that I wasn't weak. I could manage to be a hero on my own, but I chose to be on the team. To do that, I was pushing against a mechanical piston that applied pressure directly down, to where I was. It was currently pushing down with a force of 1900 PSI. I pushed against the machine harder. I felt myself glowing, and when I opened my eyes the entire room was illuminated in an astonishing green hue. I felt more confident. I sputtered out, "K-Kick it u-up a notch!"

Big mistake. Batman complied and raised the machines output. I was pushing up from under the press and was managing just fine, but when he turned it up, it pushed me down. I somehow regained my footing. I screwed my eyes shut and released a guttural roar as I pushed even harder against the machine.

"You can stop whenever you feel like it, don't push yourself too hard."

I glanced at the other young heroes. Some faces were filled with wonder, others with panic, others still curiosity. I inhaled sharply through my nose. "ANOTHER!"

I've only been here a few hours. From what I have learned about Batman, two things are sure. One, Batman will never kill. Period. And two, Batman never hesitates.

Batman hesitated.

He nodded and raised it another level. I was suddenly filled with pride that I could go this far. With one last burst I pushed up with all my force, ending up... breaking the machine? I pushed it back up into it's locked position. I think.

Batman stepped out of the control room as I collapsed onto the cold ground. He started to help me up as he was talking.

"That's the highest level. That's as hard as it'd be before we sent the Justice League in. Congratulations. You have thirty minutes before speed and flight testing. Rest up." Batman walked away as the team ran up to me. All were spouting words of goodwill and congratulations.

"Holy dip, man, that was insane!" Wally sped a chair to me, allowing me to sit down. I nodded, breathlessly. They all started chattering amongst themselves when Robin walked up to me.

"Hey, you made Bats hesitate. That's almost impossible," He grinned. I managed to send a smile back. I was able to choke out some words and start a conversation.

"S-so what can I expect from these t-tests?" I asked. Robin made an empathetic face and pulled on his collar. He gave a cough that sounded like a laugh and put a hand on my shoulder.

"If you keep pushing yourself as hard as you did here, then you better take the next week or two off."

There! I managed to finish it before I have to... wake up. It's 2:31 am. I started this like at eight, managed to write the most of it, got writer's block, watched some youtube, read some books, and then finished it. I'm actually happy for this, since it's upwards of 1,500 words without AUTHOR'S Notes. More like sixteen hundred. Anyway, again tell me what you think in a review, follow, favorite, all that stuff. Best review I see gets a shout out! Not first or longest, but BEST. Also NB, tell me if this isn't long enough or if it's good yet? Don't be afraid to ask for more, that's a big compliment! Alright, goodbye everyone!