Jason protectively wrapped his arms around the teen, as they were thrown through a couple floors, slamming their backs into a stack of empty cages. They both coughed out in pain, trying to get back up.
"Insufferable brats!" A pink blast fired towards them, causing Danny and Jason to roll out the way. The leftover cages were flung around the room and melted with the impact.
"Everything was going PERFECT!" Plasmius sent another blast, Danny and Jason barely on their feet before having to dive out the way again.
Quickly they scrambled back up. Jason yanked Danny up with him by his shirt once he was up on his feet. He shoved Danny to run ahead of him as they moved to dodge a few more blasts. Hands over their heads as cages broke and flung around the room some more.
They ran out the door, skidding into the hall while making a sharp turn to run down it. Plasmius hot on their heels, as burnt marks trailed their way.
"20 plus years! And I was FINALLY about to get my REVENGE!"
Danny was thankful for how short he was in this exact moment, as he barely was able to duck in time as a blast flew overhead. He could feel the heat radiate as it flew past.
"And if you weren't so stubborn I would have been able to kill them sooner!" Another blast barely missed Danny, passing by his side.
"Hey, not my.. fault.. you can't.. take.. a.. hint-eep!" Danny huffed jumping out of the way of another blast. Target practice was so much fun when he wasn't the target.
Jason took notice Plasmius was more focused on shooting Danny, allowing him time to whip out one of the blasters he had clipped on his belt. He didn't have time to aim, turning back to fire rapidly back at the older Halfa.
Plasmius let out a howl after being hit and hung back to recover, hand over his face. Jason took hold of Danny and yanked him down a different hall, hoping to gain some time before Plasmius was on their tail again.
-uwu-
Dick and Cass didn't notice Jason and Danny were gone until the commotion played on their comms. Inwardly they cursed as they saw the hallway empty behind them.
The real Plasmius was more than likely down there with Danny and Jason. But to locate them without any quick way of traveling through the floors would be near impossible.
"Red Robin, Danny and Jason were snatched. How's your situation?" Dick asked as he tried to assess best course of action.
"Uh.. Not good. We're not just fighting duplicates this time."
"The ghost animals?"
"Uh... I guess? They're.. more like silhouettes of the animals."
-3-
"Actually they're shades, though normally they're not this strong- oh thanks hun!" Maddie explained as Jack blasted at some of the ghosts before they could attack his wife.
"I won't let any vile evil ghost scum get their icky hands on my wife! BONZAI!" He turned to fight some more.
Tim had noted from his short experience with the Fenton couple, that was Mrs. Fenton was skilled at martial arts. She had dodged Plasmius's blasts with a series of back flips similar to what he had seen Cass and Dick do. Then blasted the duplicate with a wrist ray.
That was when these shades filled the room, along with a few duplicates. Some faded before they could even hit them while others left a trail of goo. These must have been the rejects.
Tim dodged a pounce from a misshapen cougar, shooting it from behind. It screamed then fizzled out, not leaving a trace. Then a green blast shot above Tim's head hitting the wall.
Ah, right. The other thing he noticed. Mr. Fenton... had terrible aim at anything that wasn't point blank. Tim and Damian were starting to think he was more dangerous than the ghosts.
"Dad! Keep to the right, we got the left!" Jazz huffed, the Fenton Peeler had formed a full body armor over Jazz, that resembled much like a mech suit. It was even equipped with a powerful laser that allowed her to vaporize the shades easily.
"Sorry Jazzy pants, I see a ghost and I blast it! AH-HAH! Take that! Fake Wisconsin Ghost!" Jack was very enthusiastic about his.. profession. Danny really was in a predicament.
If Damian hadn't decided before, he definitely had now. He hated Jack. Once or twice Damian almost was hit by Jack's blast, if it wasn't for his skillful maneuvering. Even worse was when the Fentons' would purposely blast at the ghosts that he was in mid swing of his sword to hit.
Even Maddie would with a, "Be careful sweetie!" Smiling at him with a wave before fiercely going after another ghost.
His eye twitched with irritation. If it wasn't for Jazz directing her parents to focus on one side of the room, he would be very tempted to fling his sword their way.
At least Damian could still take out his frustrations on the duplicates. He barely swung at the animal shades, focusing on Plasmius duplicates. The animals suffered enough and weren't worth his time fighting, especially when Jazz could blast more than one at a time.
Jazz on the other hand, felt like ripping her hair out. Her parents had gotten it into their heads that they needed to protect all of them. Like, HELLO! She had been around ghost tech her whole life, well she just recently gained an interest in it, but still! They were just making it more difficult for her to hit her targets, as if she needed anything else to distract her aim. She failed two shots already.
She was determined not to make anymore mistakes. She worked with Red Robin, corralling the shades and then she blasted them in one go. She couldn't get the ones that were airborne or risk hitting Robin, who was constantly leaping back into the air to strike down at Plasmius's duplicates. So she focused on those that stacked on ground level.
Another blast barely missed her. "DAAAD!"
"Sorry Princess!"
Jazz groaned as she blasted at another silhouette of a deer-creature.
-ewe-
Danny and Jason found themselves in a dark room, the power having been cut from earlier, catching their breath for the moment. It seems they had lost Plasmius for the time being, though they weren't sure for how long.
"Danny? How's your end?" Dick's voice distorted over the comm, making Danny flinch.
"Well, we lost Plasmius for now. I think the comm got damaged though." Danny taking it off to pull it away from his ear.
Jason walked over to take the comm from Danny, putting it back on. Though he rather Danny have it, it was better he took it than for Danny to keep it in his hand instead.
"I think we're on floor five where Replacement ran into him. How's the ambush?" keeping voice low, as he kept his blaster in his hand.
Danny rubbed his ear, glancing up at Jason as he talked.
"Fine!-" Tim yelped. A loud voice in the background could be heard. "...Could be better."
"I don't think anyone could have worse aim than their father if they tried." Damian huffed.
Danny chuckled silently as he glanced around the room. His eyes tinted green, to see if he could make out anything. Honestly, he was grateful that his Dad was terrible at shooting, it made his job easier.. some of the time.
"Mrs. Fenton is more skilled in combat, but.. her aim can still stray at times."
There were some open crates, Danny could see. Carefully he walked towards them, curious to what they had. If he was lucky maybe a full or semi-full battery. Or a weapon... or the Plasmius Maximus 5.0 to hit Vlad with. He smirked just thinking of each of them getting a turn in kicking Vlad while he's down.
"Besides that, I... just had a terrible thought." Tim stated.
"Terrible could mean a lot of things, Timbers."
Danny could vaguely make out strange shape of what filled the box. His vision was still weak from having almost become a dead slug. So he reached out to touch it instead. It was soft. Fur? It was cold, so it couldn't be alive. Pelts then?
"No-terrible as in I think I know what Plasmius is planning... we need to find an exit soon or-"
"Danny?" Jason called realizing the teen was no longer in arms reach.
The teen jolted as if he was in trouble, spinning around quickly. Arms crossed behind his back. His dimly glowing eyes, made it easier to spot where the boy stood.
Jason raised a brow under his mask, but moved so the teen was in arms reach again. If he had learned anything from this mission, was that Danny needed a toddler's leash... and that Plasmius liked pulling shit through the walls.. or the floors.
Or the ceiling. Jason glanced up as he felt the static in the air again. A pink charge lit the room.
Jason quickly caught sight of the pelts that Danny had been looking at. Reaching out to toss one up to block their view and to hopefully minimize the blast. Jason and Danny ducked to dodge, as the blast made contact with the pelt. The pelt burst into flames filling the room with smoke and fire.
Danny and Jason skidded out into the hall, about to run again-when Danny face planted head first into a figure. Oh no...
Danny stumbled back as duplicates surrounded them. Jason pulling Danny close to him as he held out his ecto-gun.
"No where to run, little badger."
"Clipped left side. Hurry."
Danny fumbled a bit at Jason's order, but quickly reached for the other blaster Jason had on him. Plasmius sprung after Danny as soon as he turned, while his duplicates pounced on Jason. Jason fired at Plasmius, making him stutter in his attack, while using his arm to block the duplicates.
Danny manage to grab the blaster, before Jason was roughly pulled away for a split moment. Leaving just enough gap for Plasmius to shove himself and Danny through the floor.
"Danny! Dammit!" Jason kicked and yanked at the duplicates' grip. Focusing his weapon on them, eyes glowing with anger. He had to get these horror tropes off of him. Sneaky fucker was in for it.
Jason felt an agonizing blast to his back, as it shocked through his system for a moment.
-O-
"You might want to finish sharing to the class Tim!" Dick gritted his teeth.
"Remember the attack Plasmius tried to do earlier? Danny didn't deny he could do it one more time.."
"We got to-"
"Actually I don't think that be a good idea, now that Hood and Danny went offline." Tim noticed how there hadn't been anymore duplicates since. The last of the shades were fading fast.
Cass had joined the fray, just moments ago. She barely had time to kill a few before most were gone. Now she was checking up on Damian and Jazz. Jazz had let the Fenton Peeler power down, removing her armor.
Damian stood with his sword ready, for another ambush as the Fentons focused on the last few remaining shades. Damian keeping as far from them as possible.
"If we go into the hall now."
"You be ambushed on both sides with zero chance to dodge." Dick on the other hand had went back to find Jason and Danny.
"Ghost shield?" Cass asked, though she was looking directly at Jazz.
Jazz blinked, taking in only a split second to register. "Oh, I don't know. Let me ask."
Jazz ran towards her parents, "Mom, Dad! Did you guys bring a ghost shield?"
"We left it in the GAV, Jazzirincess!" Jack and Maddie blasted the last of the ghosts. He turned around, with a giant grin on his face. "Why? Can't exactly hurt ghosts with a shield. After all, all of them are gone thanks to the Fenton Might!"
Jack flexing his arm, and wiggling his brows at Maddie. Maddie chuckled behind her hand, giving Jack a pat on the arm.
Jazz frowned at her parents antics, then explained. "They think Plas- the Wisconsin Ghost, is planning a big attack."
Jazz glancing back at the others to make sure, she had inferred the information right. Red Robin and Orphan giving a nod back.
"Hmm, suppose we might be able to make one in time. But it'll need a lot of energy to block an attack. We could lower the range to create a stronger force field.. maybe use some of the parts here. Reverse the.. Jack go get the-"
"Already on it, Mads!" Jack running to retrieve whatever weapons were still left in the box they hadn't bothered picking back up.
"And what if they don't?" Damian asked.
"We'll still have a better chance. Orphan still has the bazooka, Jazz has the peeler, and their parents have wide range weapons of their own. Hopefully we can lure out the real Plasmius instead, since Jazz is still here. Even if not, we could blast a way towards the hall and escape." Tim explained, as he was trying to think of different scenarios in his head.
"...I feel like the chances of dying is higher with the inclusion of their father's aim. Especially if we need to rely on it."
"Their weapons won't kill a human. Still not a good idea to be blasted by them." Jazz stated.
"But I thought ectoplasm is harmful? That's what they're using.. isn't it?"
"Uh.. kind of? You'll have to ask them how they did it, but basically they gave the role to pure ectoplasm to attack ectoplasm." Jazz keeping her voice low so her parents don't hear. She did not need them to try to explain ectoplasm now.
Tim just had a train of thought. Their parents couldn't have had an easy access to ectoplasm until after the portal.. so pure ectoplasm had be rare. Theoretically if they could change the role of impure ectoplasm instead as that might be more valuable then filtering it when limited ectoplasm is around.. then. The shades. Was he trying to alter the ghosts' role?
Not the time. Definitely not the time. They needed to prepare of an all out attack-
Jason and Dick were flung into the room, crashing straight into them.
-owo-
Dick had made it to the stairway, letting his siblings handle planning for the fight situation. He leapt down the flight of stairs, kicking off the railings to control his momentum down. He flipped to land onto floor 5.
If he could find Plasmius first, then maybe he could prevent the attack from happening. He hoped Jaybird and Danny was ok.
Dick just opened the door to the floor, when a body flew out towards him. Jason?! Dick prepared for the impact, wrapping his arms around his brother once he was in range. The force threw both of them back, Dick hitting his back against the rails of stairs.
Dick recoiled in pain as he protectively tightened his arms around his brother's body. Jason slowly coming back to, giving a puzzled look at Dick for a moment, then shot to sit back up, shoving Dick out the way. He immediately bent forward in pain again.
"Ow. It hurts when you push me away, Jay." Dick said dramatically, as he rubbed his shoulder.
"Shut up, Dickie." Jason growled, as he tried to get back up on his feet. He stumbled, leaning on the rail.
Dick frowned seeing the damage to Jason's back. There was a large area that was burnt badly that it melted through the suit. Dick coughed and grunted as he hurried back on his feet.
"Bastard trapped us. Fuck I'm an idiot." Jason kicked the rail, only for the stairs to shake under them for a short moment.
"We'll get Danny and end this. Don't worry-" Dick reached out once the stairs stabilized again.
A pink blast shot between them. Dick reached for his escrima sticks, as Jason turned towards the threat with his fists raised.
"That's the second time you failed keeping track of Daniel? Isn't it?" Plasmius laughed.
Jason lunged to punch the halfa only for him to be pulled by his ankle through the floor. Jason let his body fall forward, using his body's weight and momentum to take the duplicate by surprise. He flipped the duplicate to be under his foot.
The duplicate let go of Jason just as it went through another floor, causing Jason's boot to smack hard onto the staircase. He knelt down in pain, but quickly stood back up as the metal stairway shook again.
Dick swung his escrima sticks at Plasmius as Jason fell through the floor. Plasmius shielded the block, flinging Dick back. Dick used the momentum of the fling to backflip off the railing. To see if he can spot Jason.
He could see the duplicate about to take a sneak shot at Jason. Dick used his grappling hook to swing down, only to be blasted out of the air by Plasmius. Dick flew back into the opposite wall letting out a yell of pain.
Jason whipped his head back to see what had happened, and noticed the duplicate about to attack him. He jump rolled out the way, then launched himself off the staircase after dodging the blast. His boot landing on the duplicates face, then kicked off the face to reach the floor above him.
Jason swung himself over the rail, glancing back up to locate where Dick was. He growled seeing Plasmius floating smugly over to where Dick landed. Jason leapt off the rail again, grabbing onto Plasmius's cape to yank him down below him.
Jason's hand grabbed onto the ghost's neck, as he reeled back a fist. Green glowing through the white of the mask. He swung his fist at Plasmius barely making contact when he felt another blast as his back.
Plasmius used the opportunity to fling Jason into the stairway making it bend and bow. The stairs collapsed and as the dust settled Plasmius held a limp Dick and Jason, each by the arm.
He raised up Jason a bit, in debate. He couldn't tell what Jason was. Was he a halfa? Didn't matter now, as he was nothing but competition. If there was anything left, he'll have to make note to experiment.
Plasmius flew through the building, flinging two unconscious heroes at the group of vigilantes. He didn't have time to ponder. He was going to get what he deserved! No matter the cost.
