Dogs and Monsters, a Scooby-Doo/Justice League fan-fiction.
Disclaimer: I own neither Scooby-Doo nor Justice League. All rights go to DC and Warner Bros.
Chapter One: The Ordinary World.
Sleeping was still hard for Jessica. The memories of that awful night still came back to her and she more than often awoke screaming and in sweat.
"Every day, in every way, I'm getting better and better," she said, repeating the mantra her therapist told her.
For a long time she didn't believe it. She had her days when she still had trouble. But she believed, that she was in some way getting better. Or at least she was coping better. There were still times when going out into the world was scary. But when she saw the sun rise each morning she remembered the sacrifice of poor Thomas Keller, the Starboy. Her hero, who showed her that there was a hero in her.
Considering that he was from the future it sometimes felt odd to Jessica that she recalled a dead man who hadn't actually been born yet. But she chose to honor him none the less.
As she got up out of bed to dress she looked over to the emerald ring resting on her nightstand. Not perhaps the most secure place to put the most powerful weapon in the galaxy. But seeing it there every morning, instead of trying to bury it in her coat like she did before, was part of her new process. It was still hard at times to face the ring, and the responsibilities that came with it. But for Thomas's sake she did and for her own. He called her the Limelight, the bravest, his hero. She wanted to make good on that. So when the calls came from the League, or from the Corps, Jessica would take a breath and take the ring upon her finger. It was other aspects of life that she was still struggling with.
Norville 'Shaggy' Rogers woke up hungry, that wasn't unusual. Even waking up on the floor wasn't too unusual as of late. He also woke to the licking of his faithful canine Scooby-Doo.
"Like, that's enough Scoob," Shaggy said as he rose to his feet.
One foot being caught in a chain attacked to the bed. A damaged bed to be exact. Solid oak and even that wasn't strong enough. Sighing at the sight Shaggy sat back down on the floor to undo the restraint. At least it wasn't the 'bad night'. Not yet anyway, but when that came he'd need to be ready. Till then it was best if he lay low until the Gang got back in contact.
Hopefully it would be soon, the pills Velma made were beginning to run low. Each one helping with his 'condition' as best as they could. But with each one he swallowed the closer he was getting to an...incident. So long as he has Scooby with him though it shouldn't be too bad. So long as they kept a low profile and didn't attract any unwanted attention. And above all, he needed to keep calm.
Jessica had seen some crazy things since getting the ring, such as going to space to fight aliens. Of course some crazy came from her own planet too. But there were those occasions in which the craziness of both Earth and space would mix. Such as this sly billionaire who actually tried to build a resort on the moon. It actually would have worked, but his brother who was overseeing the construction with a series of robots, had disturbed a forgotten nest of alien eggs. Which promptly hatched into rejects from a sci-fi horror movie.
Naturally the Justice League got called in and Jessica found herself going along with a team to take care of the incident. The guy apparently wasn't deterred and wanted to continue building his resort. And apparently he had some government backing due to how this would also be a huge leap for potential galactic colonization efforts for the human race.
'Fellas, space ain't what it's cracked up to be,' she thought as she entered her usual coffee shop.
She needed to decompress after the mission, after every mission really. She sat in her usual seat in the outdoor patio and drew back her hood. As soon as she did one of the wait staff placed a cup on her table.
"Oh I didn't order..."
"The guy over there paid for it," the waitress said. "Said you looked like you needed it."
Jessica followed her finger to a man in brown coat and red pants walking to a table where a Great Dane dog was leashed up. He didn't seem to be looking her way oddly enough. She took the cup and took a sip, her exact mix.
She felt anxious about this, perhaps she was spending too many missions paired with the big bad bat. Taking a breath she got up from the table and went over to meet her considerate benefactor.
"Hey," she said.
"Oh, hi," the man said.
The dog came up to Jessica and sniffed at her feet. She bent down and scratched the dog's ears which he seemed to like.
"Mind if I..."
"Like no problem," said the man.
She took a seat across from him, the dog still sniffing at her hands.
"Don't mind Scooby, he's real friendly," said the man.
"I can see," said Jessica. "Thanks by the way I kind of was having a long day. How'd you know what kind I usually get?"
"I've seen you around here before and I could smell the kind of coffee you usually get," said the man.
"Really?" she asked.
"I like, have a good nose," said the man. "By the way I'm Shaggy and this is Scooby-Doo."
"Seriously?" asked Jessica.
"Well one's a nickname," said Shaggy. "But like, try going through life being called Norville."
"Yeah, I'd rather not," Jessica said with a laugh. "So you really could smell what my usual order is? Come here often or.."
"Only recently and like I said I have a really good nose," said Shaggy. "Me and Scooby haven't been in town too long. We've kind of just settled here after...well we just kind of wound up here. Did you know that eating all the contraband food in the airport security will get you fired?"
Jessica laughed at what she assumed was a joke.
"I'm serious, and like what what I supposed to do?" asked Shaggy. "Let the food go bad? And it was like the least troublesome thing I had Scooby sniff out."
Scooby barked as if in agreement.
"Waste not want not," Jessica said.
"Like exactly," said Shaggy. "After that Scoob and I kind of just went where the wind took us. Guess we just sort of landed here."
"Well...I hope it's at least working out for you," said Jessica.
"It's been pretty groovy so far," said Shaggy.
"Groovy?" asked Jessica with a bit of a laugh.
"Like yeah," said Shaggy. "Don't know why but somehow that seems to confuse people."
Taking a good look at Shaggy's coat Jessica saw more than a few pins in the shape of a peace symbol. As well as other objects often associated with the hippie culture of the sixties. Even his long hair and goatee were almost anachronistic.
"It's a bit...out of date," said Jessica.
"You mean retro," said Shaggy.
Jessica chuckled a bit at that and Shaggy took stock of the woman. Something about her was beginning to make his heart race slightly. Her scent filled his nostrils in spite of the distance between them. Various hairs were beginning to stand up.
He then felt a tugging on Scooby-Doo's leash. The dog was reminding him of the lateness of the hour. Night was falling and soon.
"Well...uh...Scooby and I better get going before it gets too late," said Shaggy, rising to his feet. "I was like...nice meeting you..."
"Jessica," she said. "Jessica Cruz."
Jessica offered her hand to Shaggy who took it. Jessica felt a slight vibration on her ring finger, where her power ring rested, which the dog Scooby-Doo seemed fixated on. She also felt smooth hairs on what parts of the bag of Shaggy's hand she could feel.
"Guess we'll...like...see you around," Shaggy said, sounding nervous.
"Yeah...I guess," said Jessica, somewhat confused by his nervous tone.
They released each other's hands and the man and the dog walked off, following the setting sun. Once they were out of earshot Jessica looked toward her ring.
"What the hell's up with you?" she asked.
"Light extra-dimensional energies detected," the Ring's AI said.
"Yeah they just screamed alien invaders," said Jessica. "Wonder if the warranty expires on you guys."
Her remark aside, Jessica wondered if something might have been off on that guy. But then again, perhaps she had worked one mission too many with the Bat.
Rushing back to their apartment, Shaggy fastened his restraint to the radiator. Night had now fallen and the moon was out. It wouldn't be bad tonight but it was still going to be rough.
He had taken the pills and he had Scooby with him. He'd be able to get through the night. He'd have to be able to get through the night. He needed to get through the night.
The Gotham City Natural History museum was closed that night. But that didn't deter the two diminutive figures lowering themselves from the glass roof. The two made their way along the various exhibits. The museum had lost funding for night security staff, which was good for the intruders in their dark work. They crept along until they made their way to an exhibit before the curator's office. The curator, Professor Hyde-White, was just about to retire for the night.
As he exited his office, turning the light off as he did so, he thought he felt something watching him.
"I really must switch to decaf," he muttered.
As he turned he was struck in the back of the head by a powerful blow. One of the small intruders having leapt up to strike the elderly man and render him unconscious. The assailant's partner turned the light back on and entered the office.
"Now, let's see...where might it be," the intruder in the office spoke in a fine accent.
He looked through the bookcase. He scanned through each tome and text and ultimately cursed. He then went back to his comrade, who loomed over the unconscious curator.
"It appears the book isn't here," said the monocle sporting midget.
The other spoke in a series of grunts.
"Yes, I suppose we could still salvage this night," said the more eloquent of the two. "The loss of a finger should help the old man recall information on the book. Right or left old boy?"
"Neither," a deep voice said, gaining their attention.
The two small men, hunchbacks, looked up at the image of a bat contrasted to the moonlight through the scaffolding. The Dark Knight of Gotham City descended before the hunched back bunch.
"Excellent evening wear sir," said the more eloquent of the two. "But I'm afraid we are on a tight schedule."
"Not anymore," said Batman, approaching the two.
The grumbling one leapt up at the Dark Knight who caught the little troll and tossed him back to his friend.
"Blast you fool we don't have time," said the talker.
Batman began to approach the two with cuffs at the ready. But as the Dark Knight approached, from behind the clink of armor drew his attention. Be ducked before he could be struck by a sword held by a moving suit of black armor.
The Black Knight continued to slash at the Dark Knight, who dodged each blow masterfully. But while the two knights fought the hunchback hooligans began to flee. Batman stole a glance at them but then back at the curator. The man was in need of medical attention. He'd have to solve the issue of this Black Knight and save the man.
Focusing his attention back on the Black Knight he noticed there was nothing in the gaps of the armor. The armor was moving on its own.
'Magic,' he deduced.
Ducking another swing of the sword, Batman reached into his belt and pulled out a pair of Nth Metal knuckles. He then took the opportunity to strike after each dodge of the knight's sword. The blows of his fists and the disruptive nature of the Nth Metal knuckles seemed to stagger the seemingly sentient suit of armor. It staggered enough Batman was able to take control of the fight and soon enough ended it with one powerful blow to the helm, sending it flying. The rest of the armor fell to the floor, useless.
As expected the hunchbacks were gone, much to the Batman's annoyance. He heard them mention of a book, he'd have to investigate later. For now the important issue was ensuring the curator was taken care of. But this was not over, of that he was sure.
Shaggy walked Scooby in the daytime, enjoying the sun after the past few nights of discomfort. The big night was coming soon enough though. That would be a struggle for the both of them.
But Shaggy decided to ignore those dark thoughts and focus on the walk he and his dog were on. Soon enough they came to a group gathered around the window of a television shop, the screens in the window turned to the news. Stopping to see what the other people were watching Shaggy was surprised to see a familiar face. The woman he met not too long ago, Jessica Cruz. She wore a form flattering green, black, and white suit and formed shining emerald objects out of light.
"She's like...a Green Lantern," Shaggy said in surprise. "A...superhero."
Shaggy felt his heart race like a hot rod in a grand race. The sensation he felt from Jessica earlier was still there. But now it was joined by fear. Fear of this revelation and of how it would react with his...unique nature.
He felt the calming touch of Scooby Doo's nose at his hand and Shaggy began to relax. For now he was calm, but he could feel that he was bound to meet Jessica Cruz again. The next time he just hoped it wouldn't be close to night. Or close to the specific bad night. But for now it was the day and he needed to get to work soon enough. While their friend Daphne ensured they had money on hand to meet their ends, Shaggy still felt it was healthy to work. It kept his mind focused and the job, a zookeeper, he found suited him. There was some issue at first with but the animals all came to respect him. They knew what he was. The animals always knew who he was.
Gotham in the daylight was a moderately different kind of animal than Gotham at night. Still, Fred Jones drove down the streets cautiously. His personal armored vehicle, a military grade ride which he had outfitted more than a few times over the years he called the Mystery Machine, was tough enough he believed. Next to him was his fiance Daphne Blake, who helped pump money into the machine as well as their shared enterprise.
In the back, where a personal computerized rigging had been stored, sat the third passenger Velma Dinkley.
"We're in luck, nothing was stolen from the museum according to the curator," said Velma, repeating a news article about the recent museum robbery.
"Batman got to them first?" asked Fred.
"More like the book wasn't there," said Velma. "We may have the advantage. Looks like the good doctor didn't do enough research into the history of the book's path."
"I thought it did come to the Gotham Museum," said Daphne.
"It did, officially," said Velma. "But not long after the book came to the museum the curator, Professor Hyde-White, had been a close friend of one of the museum's patrons...Dr. Thomas Wayne."
"Sounds like Wayne will be a target," said Fred.
"Not unless we get the book away from him," said Daphne. "We should ask him?"
"Really?" asked Fred.
"My family would come to Gotham all the time," said Daphne. "Bruce Wayne's adopted son Dick Grayson always tried to flirt with me. I think he has a thing for redheads."
Fred grunted in mock jealousy.
"Anyway we don't have to tell much," said Daphne. "We just have to explain that we're...interested in it for academic purposes."
"Think he'll buy that?" asked Fred.
"Bruce is a very reasonable man," said Daphne. "Besides it'll be safer for him, if he even still has it at all."
"How long before you think that quack figures it out too?" asked Fred.
"Hopefully a good long while," said Velma. "Shaggy needs that book. If we don't..."
"We're getting it," said Fred. "Next stop...Wayne Manor."
It was a while Jessica saw the enigmatic Shaggy Rogers and his dog Scooby-Doo. A few Corps and League missions took up her time. In that time she was sure to get her ring checked. As far as the Corps could tell the ring was in perfect working order.
Still she felt something was 'off' about the man and his dog. Perhaps not 'off' in a bad way or perhaps it was. She couldn't really be too sure. Perhaps she was a little off because she had to admit he was fairly good looking. Ever since that horrible night her dating life had been almost non-existent. The only guy she had any connection with had been the later Thomas Keller. That didn't help things either. Why risk making a connection when it might be severed again?
Then again Thomas had inspired her to try, to step up as a hero, and as a person. That meant taking the risks.
Sure enough there on the outdoor patio was Shaggy with his dog. It was Scooby who noticed her first.
"Hey boy," she said.
Shaggy looked up at her and smiled a little nervously. The revelation of her true nature still shook him. If his own true nature came out to her the result would be disastrous for him. But yet there was still something about Jessica that drew him to her. Perhaps it was that she was a superhero. Perhaps if his true nature came out...she'd be strong enough to deal with it in whatever way was required.
"Hey," Shaggy said, deciding not to bring up his discovery of Jessica's true profession.
"Kind of beat you to the punch this time," she said, gesturing to her own beverage.
"Like yeah, but I did kind of smell it," Shaggy said. "Just kind of...preoccupied. Bad nights man."
"Trouble sleeping?" Jessica asked, taking a seat across from him.
"Yeah, real trouble," said Shaggy. "Real...big...bad...trouble."
Jessica noticed Shaggy's hands were trembling. Something was frightening him terribly.
"Are you...alright?" she asked, truly concerned, covering his hand with hers.
Again she felt an odd amount of hair on his hands.
"I...I..."
Scooby-Doo placed his head on Shaggy's knee. And again Jessica felt her ring vibrate slightly. There was perhaps some mystery around Shaggy Rogers. A bit of suspicion made her way into her mind. But the genuine look of terror on Shaggy's face sent a knife of sympathy cutting through the suspicion.
"It's okay," she said, trying to offer comfort.
"It's...it's...I'm sorry," Shaggy said. "It's kind of...hard to talk about."
She saw the sweat on Shaggy's face, there was something bad that had happened to him. Jessica had seen such sweat on her own face in the mornings some time ago.
"Then don't," she said. "Just sit here and focus on me."
Shaggy turned and focused into Jessica's brown eyes. He breathed in and out, focusing on her eyes, until finally he was calm again.
"Like...thanks," he said, somewhat breathlessly.
"I know what this is like," she said. "To be so...terrified that at times you feel you can't breathe. To be frozen by fear."
"I wouldn't guess," said Shaggy. "I...I saw you on the news."
"Oh...so...is that...a..."
"Groovy?" Shaggy joked.
Jessica chuckled, feeling better about having her secret identity, or rather lack thereof, out in the open. Most people were intimidated at trying to speak to a superhero in a casual encounter. Never mind the hope of a serious date.
"Like I actually kind of almost wanted to be a superhero when I was a kid," said Shaggy. "Action and adventure...monsters."
"It's not as glamorous as it looks," said Jessica. "Trust me."
"Yeah I...I used to be a sort of detective," Shaggy confessed.
"Police?" she asked.
"Dad was," said Shaggy. "He taught me more than a few tricks of the trade. But I...never quite had the nerve. Still got licensed along with a friend though. He wanted to go independent along with a few others. We kind of went to...like some far out places. All over really and...did you know there is a remarkably concerning amount of abandoned commercial property in the continental United States?"
"I kind of get...way out of town when I travel," said Jessica.
"Yeah well...during our...mysteries...things kind of went...things didn't work out for me," said Shaggy. "I don't do that anymore. I..."
"It's okay," Jessica said, not wanting Shaggy to go into another panic attack. "You don't have to go into it if you don't want to. Guess...that's why you have the dog?"
"Among other reasons," said Shaggy. "But Scooby's a great friend."
As if to prove the point Scooby-Doo cuddled up to Jessica. She happily petted the dog. He barked as if in an approval of her. All the while Jessica kept feeling a vibration from her ring.
"Like...would you like to have dinner some time?" Shaggy asked, rather boldly.
"I...sure," she said, ignoring the vibration of the ring.
Daphne called ahead, glad that Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne's faithful butler, had remembered her. As such she and the rest of her party were welcomed into the stately manor and served tea.
"Sorry to call you out of the blue like this Bruce," said Daphne.
"It's no bother at all," said Bruce. "I'm always available for a meeting with old friends. How are you parents?"
"They're fine, waiting for Fred and I to set an actual date," said Daphne.
"Congratulations," said Bruce. "But I'm guessing you're here for more than just a social call."
"Quite right Mr. Wayne," said Velma. "Our group is currently engaged in some ongoing academic research into various...obscure fields of study most other sciences would ignore."
"Sometimes the most obscure places can hide the most important facts," said Bruce. "How can I help?"
"Well you see we've been searching for a specific book, a rather old one," said Daphne. "We followed its trail to the Gotham Museum from decades ago. But given the break-in recently and Professor Hyde-White's hospitalization we haven't been able to check. Although we did learn he was an old friend of your father, who was a regular patron of the museum. We thought maybe the Professor might have lent it to him at a point if it isn't still in his possession."
Bruce hummed in thought.
"What kind of book is it, if I might ask?" Bruce inquired.
"It doesn't really have a title," said Velma,"but it's a leather bound book with silver edging supposedly filled with early theories of medical theories and practices in regards to the treatment of...unique diseases of the mind and body that might have been confused as curses."
"I can see why my father would be interested in it," said Bruce. "He made sure to study the histories of medicine, no matter of arcane. I'll check his collection, it might take a while but I'll be sure to get it to you. Knowledge should be shared after all."
"Thank you Bruce," said Daphne. "And thank you for the tea Alfred."
"My pleasure Miss Blake," said Alfred. "And congratulations to yourself and you Mr. Jones."
"Thank you sir," said Fred.
The three were escorted out by Alfred, who soon enough returned to Bruce's side. Bruce now had his hand to his chin, his expression dark.
"Suspicion Master Bruce?" Alfred asked.
"The burglars at the museum were looking for a book specifically," said Bruce. "Now little Daphne Blake, all grown up is looking for a book, with a connection to the museum."
"Shall I set Manor security on high alert should these mystery intruders consider your father's connection as well?" asked Alfred.
"Might be a good idea," said Bruce.
"Very well sir," said Alfred. "But Master Bruce, you do not suppose young Miss Daphne is involved with these hooligans do you?"
"I can't eliminate that," said Bruce. "There was something they were hiding. Her fiance seemed on edge as if ready for action. And her friend was careful with her words as if trying to hide something. I need to find that book and find out what's in it. There's something more going on here. I should also be sure to check in on what Daphne has been up to since she and Dick were kids. She is involved in this somehow. I just don't know how. But a clue is no doubt in my father's library."
"Always a pleasure to follow your father's illustrious legacy sir," said Alfred. "Although as you put it, your father was quite the researcher. It may well be quite the search. In the meantime shall I request of one of your allies who is versed in mysticism? Given your encounter with the suit of armor the other night."
"That won't be necessary Alfred," said Bruce. "But perhaps lock the medieval collection."
"Of course sir," said Alfred. "This house is large enough for only one Dark Knight at a time."
Shaggy took Jessica to a buffet he had come to like. Wanting to keep it simple and fairly casual, and keeping in mind of the hour. To her relief Shaggy didn't pester her with questions all about the League and her life as a Green Lantern. He also didn't pry to her own dark experiences. Though he didn't go into his own either, which Jessica understood.
Scooby-Doo had to be leashed up outside but Shaggy made sure to get a booth seat looking over the where he had to be leashed. The dog lay down obediently while its master was on his date.
Shaggy entertained Jessica with various jokes and impressions. Displaying a talent for ventriloquism as well. He also gave subtle anecdotes to his various travels, though without going into the history of his travels. He even told her how he tried to devote himself to veganism but said that something happened which made that impossible. She noticed how he always seemed to be vague about details. Things he was trying to avoid in his memory which made him twitch as she noticed.
'There is something bad that happened to him,' she deduced.
But unlike someone like the Batman who would immediately think the worst, Jessica believed there was goodness in Shaggy. Goodness and a kind of sadness. Something that reminded her of herself and perhaps of Thomas.
Although she admitted that Shaggy's appetite seemed to be entirely unique to him. Well, discounting the Flash.
"So what brought you here?" she asked.
"Like, guess Scooby and I just wound up here," said Shaggy. "Got a job thought and a small place, cheap. Don't even know if we'll stay long. Things can be...weird."
"Tell me I know," said Jessica. "And I know weird, I have am friends with a Martian and an Amazon."
"I might have a few more on that," said Shaggy. "But...it's getting late. I...I don't stay out night."
"Yeah, the night can be pretty intense," said Jessica, recalling the night which scarred her. "Would you...like some company?"
Shaggy wanted to say no. He wanted to take Scooby and rush quickly before the night came. Soon the bad night would be upon them. Jessica was a superhero. If she knew what he was, they would never have moments like this. And he felt such a connection with her. He wanted moments like this with her.
But he couldn't entirely say no.
"Like...sure," Shaggy said.
Bruce and Alfred searched all through the personal library and study of Dr. Thomas Wayne. Bruce's beloved father had been one of the largest influences of his life. He inspired Bruce to work for the sake of others. That their wealth came with an obligation. It was a philosophy Bruce kept alive, even as time and tragedy sent him down a path far different from his father's.
As the master and servant continued to look through the dusty tomes of Dr. Wayne's library but with no success.
"Could it be Miss Blake was mistaken?" asked Alfred, as he straightened several tomes he had already looked through.
"Perhaps," said Bruce, turning back after putting up another book. "But I'm not willing to give up quite so..."
An idea came into Bruce's mind. Ever since becoming the master of the house Bruce had been sure to place in several secret passages in the manor. Many which led to his fabulous Batcave, the center of his war on crime.
While his father was not a costumed adventurer, Bruce was certain that Thomas Wayne had similar ideals. He had rarely come to his father's library, considering it almost sacred. But now that he was here, he went through carefully. Tapping the walls and floor, until finally he came across a hollow in the floor. He and Alfred pried up the floorboards and there they saw it.
A chest sealed with a lock. Bruce picked it up and easily picked the lock. He opened the chest and saw a leather bound book with silver edges. But the most telling part was the silver wolf head on the cover. A detail that Daphne and her friends left out.
"My word," said Alfred.
Shaggy, Scooby, and Jessica walked down the street in the slowly fleeting rays of light. The falling sun seemed to make Shaggy more nervous as they went along. Jessica held his hand, to offer some comfort. This seemed to help him as they went along.
But as they walked, the sunlight continuing to dim, there was a sound which began to get louder.
"Like do you hear...flapping?" Shaggy asked.
Before Jessica could answer, from the twilight skies a pair of clawed feet grabbed at Shaggy's shoulders. They pierced into his shoulders, drawing blood and dragging him into the sky, away from Jessica and Scooby. Screaming in horror Shaggy looked up and saw that his captor was some kind of man-like pterodactyl. As the two of them rose the sun fell. The moon was already in the sky, waxing gibbous, almost full. And as his adrenals kicked in, Shaggy could feel his fingers and teeth ache, and sharpen.
Taking the book to the Batcave, Bruce examined the book. There was a surprising amount of silver in the book's cover as well as its pages. Alfred came down with Bruce's evening meal.
"Shall we prepare a copy to give to Ms. Blake?" asked Alfred, in regards to the book.
"I don't believe this book would be easy to copy," said Bruce. "It's make up is...unique."
"As is its cover image," said Alfred, setting the tray down by the work table where Bruce examined the book. "Most unusual, a wolf's head, for a medical journal."
"Depends on the type of medicine," said Bruce."
He carefully opened the pages of the book and showed Alfred the figures of interest in the book.
"My goodness Master Bruce are those..."
"Werewolves Alfred," said Bruce. "This is a book about the physiology of werewolves."
Author's Note: This will be my latest attempt to do a Scooby-Doo story, and my second attempt to cross it over with DC characters. I have a better plan for it this time and I think more to work with. Incorporating various elements of Scooby series into the story as well as bouncing off characters which the gang can interact with. Batman is a given, but I also chose Jessica Cruz as I like her as a character. Also having her work off Shaggy and his issues, which should be clear. A few more League characters will show up along the way, including a certain Amazon who will have choice scenes with a certain Bat. Working with the gang to solve a mystery which I hope will entertain. I'll try and update as frequently as I can, especially next month in October, for obvious reasons. Hope you all enjoy.