Batman contacts the teens a week and a half later. They're impatient, and the relief that he hadn't forgotten his promise was evident in the text message they'd replied with, though Jazz more so than Tucker.

The conversation went something like this:

Are you able to reach a Zeta Beam without alerting anyone?

Tucker: Yes, where is it?

Jazz: I can distract my parents, yes, I'll say I'm going to the library. Where is the thing, I'll leave immediately.

I chuckle a little at her tone, and Batman doesn't even chide me.

Between 109 and 111 on street 8900, there is a graffiti marking. The farthest down right brick with paint is a sensor. Place your hand there, an eye scan will then confirm your identity from another area. The Zeta Beam will take you to the Young Justice headquarters. Together, 4:30.

Tucker: Street 8900? You mean Boo Avenue?

I can't help a snicker. Batman knew exactly what street it was, but I guess it wasn't "Batman" enough to say.

Yes.

Tucker: Okay. I wonder if he's laughing.

Jazz: We'll be there!

I thought the exclamation point was a bit much, but I don't say anything and neither does Batman. He'd shut down my arguments about them joining the team with a single look, and hadn't been willing to reopen the subject.

"I get that there's no changing your mind," I start instead, "But can you at least tell me why?"

"Phantom has been on my radar for some time," Batman reveals, but I'm not really surprised. "There were several Leaguers that have gone to Amity Park and have seen varied results. They eventually concluded that the entire ghost thing was a hoax. I wasn't so sure. I wasn't ever able to investigate myself in person."

"Bruce Wayne is very busy," I agree. He's been doing this merge, or something, with an Axion Labs and it's kept Bruce Wayne in the spotlight almost every day for the past six, seven months.

"I researched online. The newspaper articles were poorly written and obviously exaggerated, the photos of horrible quality, and the proof shaky at best. However- the most popular ghost, Phantom, was real, at the very least. He could be a disguised human playing vigilante, but this photo" he refers to the picture of Phantom and his quarreling friends "proves the least he can do is fly. He might be able to much more, maybe everything the newspapers say. Though I doubt that."

"What does that have to do with Jazz and Tucker?"

"In my research, there were three individuals that have human identities that were constantly seen around Phantom. Jasmine Fenton, Tucker Foley and Samantha Manson. Each had records, either good or bad.

"Jasmine 'Jazz' Fenton is a certified genius. She has received the highest CAT score recorded and her IQ is estimated between 160-170." I give a small 'wow' of appreciation. "She's published studies on the human psyche that even I have used. She uses the pseudonym 'Dr. Marianne Cooke'.

"Tucker Foley is a bit more disguised. At first glance he seemed ordinary, but I looked deeper anyway" he ignores my muttered 'paranoid' and continues typing on his console "to find his computer records had shown evidence of major hacks. He is an accomplished programmer and his raw skill rivals yours or mine, even if it lacks technique."

"Impressive."

"Samantha Manson has records of kickboxing and karate instructions, mostly by private tutors. She has been in trouble with authorities for violence and protests a few times. All seems to be done discreetly."

"She didn't tell her friends?"

"Not to my knowledge."

"Not to your knowledge?" I ask with a smirk.

"Not everything can be learned on a screen, Robin. I can only guess how they interacted in person. But it was encrypted cleverly, something that would dissuade the normal hacker, like Tucker Foley."

"Wait," I stop. "How did you get this? I thought Sam and Phantom were erased."

"This is a personal file. Yes, everything online is dissolved. No trace."

"Something even you can't trace?" I murmur. "But it's online... Everything sticks online."

"I'll have to conduct further investigations. For now, training starts with Black Canary soon. I will be at the Mount at 4:30 to meet the new arrivals."

I mutter an ascent and head over to the Zeta Portal, keying in my location. "See ya, Alfred!" I call, and the entering butler waves me goodbye as I step inside.

When I walk inside, Artemis and Wally are arguing, as they always are, and Zatanna watches with veiled amusement.

"Robin, B-01," announces the Beam. Zatanna smiles and makes her way over to me, but the couple don't even acknowledge my existence. Rude.

"Hey," she greets.

"How much would you bet that Artemis shoots him?" I ask in way of saying hello.

Expecting something like this, Zatanna immediately replies, "That she'll try to shoot him, or she'll actually hit him?"

"If she's shooting, she's not going to miss."

"I don't know, Wally's pretty fast."

"So it's either the skills of Wally or the skills of Artemis," I muse. "Pick your hero."

"Wally."

"Obviously I'm going with the more competent one," I brag. "Artemis."

"How much money?"

"Ten jillion dollars."

She smirks. "I'll raise you to a floppity jillion. Unless you're too scared."

"I can live with a floppity jill more. It's always nice to have a couple bucks lying around. Now the only question is how to get them from threats to actually killing each other."

"Hmm..."

Zatanna and I were blatantly ignoring that Artemis and Wally had stopped arguing in order to listen to our negotiations.

Artemis huffs. "We can hear you! Honestly."

"Oh, our bad!" I give an apologetic shrug and turn back to Zatanna. "What if you were to cast some kind of spell?"

"I think I have one..."

Artemis and Wally share a glance. "Whoever kills them first gets twenty bucks," Wally suggests.

Artemis loads her bow while answering, "You are soo on."

She lets her arrow fly at me and I laugh as I duck and then leap into the air to avoid another arrow shot at my feet.

Wally charges Zatanna, and she grins widely before holding out her hand and chanting, "On ytivarg!" Suddenly running in thin air, Wally flails his arms widely. The rest of us lift into the air, gravity reversing.

Luckily, I have experience with this.

As Artemis gropes for another arrow which are trying to escape from her quiver, I withdraw my staff and kick off from the ground towards the wall, using that as a springboard.

I push off towards Wally, raising my staff high, but gravity cuts back in as Zatanna's spell wears off. As Wally faceplants, Zatanna stumbles and Artemis hits the ground in a roll, I simply flip and land on my feet and sit on Wally's back.

"Oof, Robin, get off," complains Wally, struggling to escape.

I cackle.

I sense suddenly that I should move, but before I can I hear Zatanna yell, "Nrut sworra ot ecirocil!" And red licorice hits the back of my head. I mentally replay her command in the correct order and let out a cry of indignation, leaping to my feet. "Hey, you shot arrows at my head!" I grab one of the whips of licorice and bite off a piece, pointing the rest at her. "You're insane."

My legs are kicked out from under me, and I backflip several times to regain my balance. Wally zips to Artemis's side. "And you're too concerned with candy," he taunts.

"Bet is doubled to forty, for the teams," I demand. Wally and Artemis nod, and Zatanna and I charge again.

Not too long later Superboy and Miss Martian, followed by Kaldur, enter the cave and watch us fighting. Since we offer no explanation, Miss Martian finally asks, "Who offended who?"

"Who offended whom," I correct, and Wally punches me really hard in the gut.

"Just for that, I'm on Artemis and Wally's side."

And she joins the fight, stopping my explosive in the air. It explodes harmlessly. "Now it's fifty," Zatanna grunts, narrowly avoiding a punch from Artemis.

"Money? I'll join." Superboy jumps to Wally's aide, who had gone flying because of Zatanna's spell.

"Hey, no fair. We have only two," I pout, but then beat back all four at once with different attacks. "But now it's sixty."

"Make it an even seventy, and I'll be on your team, Robin," Kaldur volunteers, pulling out his water bearers.

Now with seven members in the fight, it becomes more interesting and eventful. Black Canary comes through for training, but we aren't in the mood to stop.

"Why are you fighting?" she asks after a moment.

"Don't know," Superboy grunts out, fighting against Kaldur's water.

"Don't remember," chuckles Zatanna. "Worht kcab Yobrepus!"

Canary sighs, but lets us fight, giving the occasional correction. I let Zatanna fight Artemis and Miss Martian and Kaldur hold off Wally and Superboy, opting to ruin the opposing side's efforts to overcome based on numbers.

I let Wally run at me, but twist drastically so he runs into Superboy, who is thrown off balance. For someone that fast, he has slow reflexes!

Using my pole, I javelin up to where Miss Martian is floating and pull her cape over her head, landing on Artemis's shoulders on my way down.

However, Wally had recovered from his predicament and slammed into me as I flipped off Artemis. I go flying, but manage to go feet first into the wall, using my momentum for another flip.

"S'nibor elop si a ekans!" cries Zatanna, and my pole's metal falls limp and crawls up my arm. I yelp and shake my arm vigorously.

"Get him!" cries Kaldur, and my entire team at once launches at me.

The final thing I hear as I'm overwhelmed is, "Guest B-07, Guest B-08."

Ha, ha! Here they meet the team!

**Man, I wish Danny Phantom and Young Justice were mine, but they're not. They go to their respective creators.**