Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom or Spider-Man. I do not own the original story this is based on.
The voice on the speaker was authoritative, commanding the attention of the room, yet was never crass or brutish in nature. Despite all members being leaders in their own rights, the men listened quietly.
"I greet you for all for coming. Tombstone has kept me updated about your voluntary commitment to this arrangement," the speaker said.
"And who is this?" Shredder spoke with an offended tone, not expecting or wanting to listen to someone he did not know.
"In a way, an enigma. A phantom would best describe us, somewhat like two of our guests, which is why I asked to have you all here."
Vlad and the other gave glances at each other. The former had his interests piqued, leaning in as his hands covered his mouth. The same was hard to tell for the other, who floated down into his seat. To compare one's self to a ghost would usually bring up the idea of the intangibility of a dead spirit, yet this man was obviously alive.
Shredder narrowed his eyes at the speaker. His muscles tensed, making him unsheathed one set of claws. His aggression brought out guns aimed at him. The guards stared intently at the ninja, slowly breaking under his fierce gaze with sweat.
"Calm yourself, Shredder," the speaker interjected. "I simply wished to speak about a proposition."
"What like a team up?" Dr. Drakken asked. He listened through an audio feed that had been hacked into his channel. The scientist kept a finger on the keyboard, almost testing his will not to hack back. If there was one thing he hated more than Kim Possible, it was being underestimated and humiliated by unknown assailants.
"Exactly." The voice chuckled darkly. The men could feel his grin on the other side, almost like a villain in old spy movies. "Allow me to explain."
Danny groaned as Felicia stretched her arm in front of him, tapping certain words on his textbook. Her skin briefly touched his, threatening to break his stoic face with a blush. This was torture, but the best he could do, seeing as his grades were beginning to decline gradually.
When Lancer handed him a D minus on the last test, it signaled the spark the sequence of a dropping grade point average that began to show with each passing homework assignment. The boy's parents were furious. Jack and Maddie were adamant about their children's grades, even if most of their time was spent on their ghost obsession, saying that Fenton's are a family of geniuses.
But studying harder was not the solution. The problem was the same as always: ghosts. While the Red Huntress helped with part of the fighting, it was not enough, simple as that. And when Vlad had introduced a new ghost fighting force, Master's Blasters, things weren't exactly improving. Competent in their own way, this little scheme was still underfunded, only allowing a standard of blasters, jet packs, ghost containment units, and your usual communication gear.
Sam's argument could be heard repeating in the ghost boy's head about how the man undermined him, but Danny could not care less. He needed to get his grades back up, and the ghosts hated him, probably wasting his time as some informal revenge. But that was never to be said out loud, as these kinds of attacks would likely be increased in fury.
With his grades suffering over the last few days, there was one option he knew would work: ask Felicia to help him study.
Under normal circumstances, he would not touch her with a hundred-yard pole, but dire consequences would follow if he failed. This usually entailed Jack grabbing and destroying any privileges he deemed fit for the punishment, most of the time literally.
Which was how this situation came to be.
"Danny, you need to pay attention," Felicia cooed. She leaned in, now breathing in his ear. "Unless you want to be punished, I suggest hitting the books and not the ghosts...or do you want to hit someone else?"
The ghost boy groaned. A spar would vent out his frustrations, but there was no time to waste. If he didn't pass this next test, Lancer would fail him.
"Now, when Petruchio keeps Katherina away from food and clothes, saying she's not good enough for them, what do you make of that?" Felicia asked.
"I guess the guy was just taming the girl...though, I can't say driving her insane through deprivation is taming..." Danny muttered the last part.
"More like slave-driving," Sam snarked from the other side of the table. Her eyes trained on Felicia, and Tucker peeked from his book. The friends had tagged along, not letting the blonde girl be alone with Danny, his heart had been through enough, and they were there for him.
"Sam...it's just Shakespeare," Danny replied with exhaustion.
"And yet I'm willing to agree with her on this matter," Felicia added. She did not have to look over to see Sam rolling her eyes, but the girls shared a silent agreement on the topic of the play. Ancient or not, the matter of taming a woman in the sense of using harsh conditioning, akin to brainwashing, in a sense, was not something either would allow.
Tucker kept to himself, knowing any comment on his end would attract verbal fire, good or bad. He would be content with making sure Sam did not start a fight or foaming Felicia with a Fenton gadget he kept hidden in his backpack.
"That being said, taming someone with horrible traits like yelling constantly, snapping at the slightest annoyance, or even stealing things behind everyone's back and, I don't know, still stealing stuff despite everyone now knowing you do that, might be alright," Sam drooled in nonchalant sarcasm. Staring into the clouds, or rather ceiling, she held back her smirk.
Tucker snickered silently, but went back to his studying.
Felicia hummed, going back to tutoring Danny. Ever since Batgirl and Supergirl, the kitten had become more pursuing in her advances, almost like she was stalking the ghost boy. This included joining him on some nightly patrols while doing window shopping, wearing her latest find at school, texting notes in class, and being generally flirty when she could. There had even been a moment where she dragged the boy into the janitor's closet.
But these endeavors had been treating in accordance to the situation to the best of Danny's patience. He knew the jewelry was stolen, but Fenton couldn't call her out in public without Phantom being put on the spot. Any perusing of valuables was a deterrent at best; Bock Cat would not steal in front of him.
The moment in the janitor's closet was bittersweet, as the ghost boy felt his heart push towards the kitten. The girl grabbed him when his friends were not around, pushing him against the room wall as predatory green eyes stared into his icy blue. Hormones might have played the part of holding him back as the model-built girl used her body to pin him, but it was seeing Felicia acting coy and flirty that made him pause.
It was not just Felicia Hardy but also Black Cat leaning in. Yin and Yang almost swirling together, more comparable to a forbidden fruit mixed with almost irresistible vanilla.
This was it enough to hold him down.
And while this made the ghost boy's previous hormone-riddled fantasies seem anticlimactic, the willpower it took to resist made it seem pyrrhic, a word he was becoming au fait with.
"You know, it would be nice if you weren't going out in costume every night," Danny snarked, pulling his thoughts back to earth. "I'd really appreciate the extra time to study."
"Not even with me tutoring you?" Felicia cooed with a tilt of her head.
"That...ok, yeah, I like the idea of you tutoring. Gives me time to study and you out of the catsuit." The ghost boy leaned back in his chair, tilting his head towards the ceiling lights. Times like this made him wonder if life loved torturing him, but he never wanted the answer.
However, there was a slew of questions he did have with answers he wanted.
"How about the idea of me in something nice?" Felicia teased, poking his forehead. "You can't just kept thinking of me outside the suit, you know."
The ghost boy sighed as his buttons were pushed, letting his hormone take a turn confusing him, but now was not the time.
"Felicia," Danny said, putting all his attention on the girl. His stare was firece, intriguing the girl. "I think it's time you answer some of my questions. Like why you're stealing in the first place."
Felicia did not break the gaze, smirking playfully. She twirled her pencil around, volleying a thought inside her mind. Whatever was in it was not shared.
"That's a long story—"
"Does it have to do with your dad?" Danny's tone was blunt and partially apathetic. This was a personal question and he knew it, purposely asking in front of his friends.
Felicia's eyes stared back with empty expressions. Her emotions were complexity blindfolded, shielded from the ghost boy, but a rage could be sensed as Sam and Tucker backed away.
"Careful, Phantom. I wouldn't want anything to scratch up that handsome face of yours," Felicia cooed.
"I've had worse." Danny leaned in. "And I heal fast."
"Oh really?" The kitten leaned in more.
"Try me," He whispered.
At this point, the ghost boy closed the gap, making his breath tantalize the thief's lips. Their eyes never broke contact, a game of cat and mouse where the two competed to be the cat.
Danny was starting to bare fangs as Felicia used her height to tower over the boy, their faces kept a closing distances that never parted.
The former would have reacted more if the girl hadn't stood up, gathering her things.
"Well then. Let's see if your grades can recover as fast as you," Felicia quipped. Her steps seemingly echoed as she walked to the door, even from the rug. Before leaving, she turned back with a wink and said, "If you want me to tutor you again, Phantom, you better know how to treat a lady."
The door closed quietly, Danny still staring for a good minute before sighing. His face flushed red, inhaling a lingering scent as his body tensed.
"Ok, were you guys gonna fight...or something else?" Sam cut into the strained air, cleaving it into piece as each word slicing and dicing till a relative calm was puréed and consumed.
"What are you talking about?" Danny asked.
"Dude! Your faces were close! And I don't mean angry, I'm-about-to-hurt-you close, but that tension you get between the guy and girl who want to make out and more!" Tucker explained.
"That's ridiculous!" Danny did not lose his blush, waving off the idea of him wanting to get back together with Felicia. There was no way he'd go back to the thief that stole his heart. No matter how many times seeing her face made his heart flutter or watching her acrobatics at night was enticing. And the less said about their spar sessions the better.
"Danny, I may not have the best reason to hate her compared to you, but I'm starting to think you're angry at her...just to be angry at her. You get what I mean?" Sam asked, fumbling her hands as they went everywhere.
"I thought you were the mature one. You should know what's going on," Tucker said.
"If you can find someone who can handle all this with an actual idea of what's going on, tell me where you found him." Sam leaned on the table.
Danny ignored his friends as he sighed. A rumble of his stomach, and his appetite came to appease his stress. He got up, pausing the study group as he guided his friends to somewhere to eat, and subsequently get his mind off of Felicia.
The ghost boy could make a list of things The Nasty Burger had become over his couple years as a super hero. It was still the same teen hangout where he could hear the latest gossip while possibly checking out the hot girls as before, though he never saw their faces anymore, but now it was a safe haven from some of the drama he had from home, ghosts, and school—
"Fenton!"
Never mind, Dash was angry again.
"Oh great. What now?" Danny groaned as he hid under the table, hoping to turn invisible and ignore the bully. However, on this rare occasion, Dash's hand had been quick enough to grab hold of him before anything could be done.
Once again, it was the common sight of the jock picking up the weakling by the collar. A fist was reeled back as threats were made, much to the dull disappointment of the victim.
"Alright, Fenton! I heard some totally lame rumor that Felicia Hotski, aka the future Mrs. Baxter, is tutoring you!" Dash threw his fist, stopping almost at Danny's face, watching the boy squirm as he played with the punch several times. He never noticed how no reaction was given, already too desensitized to this method.
"I'm gonna give you one chance to back away. She dumped you, so you gotta leave her alone!" Dash yelled,
"Actually, I dumped her," Danny muttered.
Dash punched him for his snark. "Don't care! It's bad enough I can't force a nerd to do my homework anymore, but I'm not gonna lose my girlfriend," the jock said.
"She wasn't yours to begin with." That earned another punch to the face. If the ghost boy's life was not constantly threatened by his adversaries, this might have been horrible to watch, but the bully was no bother to him.
Even Sam and Tucker barely batted an eye, only thinking of ways they'd help their friend get back at the jock. They knew the bully was long overdue for some karma.
"I don't know how, but now the nerds are starting to think they can boss us around. If you know what's good for you—
"Out of my way," the large boy said, pushing the jock away with his pace, knocking the ghost boy out of his hands. He was conspicuously dressed in a trenchcoat as he walked up to the counter, ordering enough food to feed an army.
Despite the newcomer being a good foot taller then him, Dash stormed up to the kid, taping his new victim's shoulder.
However, no response was given as the teen hummed, murmuring about what else to order. The cashier sweated nervously at the size of this customer, who could pass as an adult with all his facial hair adding to his height, gesturing to Valerie to take over.
"Hey!" Dash flung his fist as the boy's back. "I'm talking to you!" He yelled.
The quarterback was met with an elbow to his chest, launching him into a table behind, smashing it. Everyone inside coward in fear, using nearby furniture as cover.
Danny watched as the newcomer ordered the rest of his food, staring at him discreetly. He had seen that face before, but from where?
The full moon came as the kitten went out to play, or so she wanted, but nothing seemed to catch her eyes.
Black Cat sighed as she jumped past a few streets, diving onto the ground, and landing with a roll as she ran past the people of the night. It wasn't much, just clubbers and goths that wanted to enjoy the night. Teens could be seen driving in expensive cars bought by their parents, showing off the family name or ego. Many street goers whistled and cat called as they noticed the girl bump into them, ignoring how their wallets and cash were gone until they tried to pay for parking or drinks.
Except for the goths, who would not notice until they tried to take the bus. Evidentially, they learned a true meaning of pain as they all had to walk home in the middle of the night after being kicked off public transportation.
A high end dress shop was still open, showing off the latest fashion with dresses made to entice and attract the crowd. Whoever wore these was sure to say, "I'm the best looking girl you'll ever see and I know it."
At least, that how Black Cat looked at the outfits.
The thief posed in her reflection, earning a few wolf whistles as some boys tried to ask for her time, her mask, and possibly her skin tight suit. But this kitty did not want to be pampered, nor would she spend time with riff raft like these. It was play time, and she needed the perfect treat to bait her playmate.
With a wink and a smile, she grappled to the rooftops, leaving the boys dazed and penniless.
The city light were pretty in the night sky, but there were barely any people compared to New York. Something the girl was reminded of each time she stopped to watch the stars.
"Congratulations, kitty, you've gone from stealing from the city that never sleeps to the town that barely wakes up," Black Cat groaned as she got out her phone.
"Then why did you come here?"
Black Cat jumped back as she saw Jinx. The pink and purple witch was immediately recognizable with her signature horned hairstyle. The thief almost dropped her jaw, walking up with a finger poking the newcomer's heart.
"Cut it out." Jinx swatted the prodding, returning the gesture her own poking, only to stop at the comical display after pressing in the kitty's chest. "Ok, that felt like a cliché."
Black Cat blinked for a moment before giving a warm smile. The hug she gave was like that of relatives meeting after years of no communication, something the girl returned.
The two had kept in contact for a while after the museum heist, but meeting in person had been difficult given their long distance apart.
"Jinx! It's great to see you," Black Cat cried out.
"Yeah, I know," Jinx replied with an exaggerated bow. "I'm just that great."
The two shared a laugh. The visiting witch sighed in relief as a smile drooped in joy. It was like a girl's sleepover, only not so innocent and more criminal.
"Oh, you have no idea how nice it is to see you. I've been bored stiff, or stiffness, whatever really works here." Black Cat calmed down as Jinx stared, her expressions no longer playful.
The fun in the air thinned as the kitten noticed. She gave a defiant, nonchalant what. Girl talk like that was a rarity for her, only now realizing this was not a casual conversation as the facts dawned on her.
Amity Park was still just a back water town compared to the cities of America such as: Gotham, New York, Metropolis, Star City, Chicago, Houston, Seattle, and San Francisco. Jinx would not be here for no reason.
"Just what are you doing here, anyway?" Jinx's voice demanded answers; her fingers flickered and sparked with pink energy as the hex girl stared bluntly. "This place is a dump and you know it."
"Yes, but that doesn't meant their isn't some treasure to plunder," Black Cat replied.
"Like what?"
A smiled was given from the kitten, who strolled to the edge of the roof. A finger beguiled Jinx to follow as the girls journeyed across the buildings, towards downtown. There more of the thief's favorite shops and stores could be found, stopping at a poster for a familiar black and white car.
It was still months before the Phantom Racer would be out for sale.
"Nice car," Jinx said, looking over the picture. Her gaze went over Black Cat as she said, "Goes well with your...everything, I'd say."
"Thanks, but it's just one of the things worth sticking around to steal," Black Cat cooed back, giving a wink.
Jinx stared at the kitten, giving only a poker face with her arms crossed. She hummed neutrally before a Cheshire smile appeared.
"Mind sharing what you want?" Jinx asked.
Tonight's patrol was calm, yet almost too quiet for the ghost boy's liking. With the exception of Black Cat flirting/stealing, nothing was ever this constantly peaceful. Perhaps it had something to do with Master's Blasters, actually doing a good job and allowing the ghost boy some piece of mind.
However, none of the current reoccurring problems were on Danny's mind, still going back to the incident at the Nasty Burger. A teen that big, throwing Dash like a rag doll with no effort screamed something was up. Nothing of that sort would happen in Amity Park unless it involved ghosts.
But there was no blue wisp, and the teen grabbed his food and left before the cops arrived from the Cala of the patrons. Dash was taken to the hospital . His spine and a couple of ribs needed to be examined.
"Ok, we got a big gruesome guy that probably demolished Dash's glory days in one second like it was nothing. Now the only question is, why?" Danny mulled over out loud as he flew.
The darkness brought out these kinds of characters, not just Black Cat. For a moment, the girl's bejeweled green eyes flashed in the ghost boy's mind, changing his train of thought as the study session came to him.
"Maybe I shouldn't have been so harsh. I mean, just because she kept a secret like before, doesn't mean I should bring her family into things. Maybe if I see her, I'll...see what I can do."
An explosion came from within Danny's body. He felt the energy phase through him, startling him as he jetted out of range.
"What the heck!?" Danny cried out.
"Ya missed!" Came a low voice. "You had him, and ya missed!"
"I know that, booger brain!" yelled another, higher pitched voice.
The ghostly hero looked down to see two familiar faces: a tiny boy in a green jumpsuit with mechanical legs out his back and a large teen with body hair that matched the boy from before.
Now Danny remembered where he saw that face, and the one next to him was not new either. Floating down, he got a better look.
"Who are you guys!?" Danny scratched his head.
"Seriously!? We're Mammoth and Gizmo! We fought at the museum!" Mammoth yelled.
"We didn't really get to fight back them, so...yeah, I'm gonna need a reintroduction," Danny quipped.
"Reintroduce this, crud-muncher!" Gizmo fired another rocket. The same explosion happened in the air, seconds after launch, but this did nothing but go right through the ghost boy, who gave a cocky smirk as he cracked his knuckles.
"I knew we shouldn't have let Jinx go off on her own!" mammoth cried out. He grabbed the nearest object, an air vent, ripping it off and throwing it at Danny.
"Scuzbucket!" Gizmo flailed as Mammoth did the smart thing and grabbed. The boys growled in defeat as they retreated, looking back at the smirking ghost boy.
"Next time you wanna fight, try being prepared," Danny yelled. "And if I see you again, you're going down! This was just a warning!"
The Teen Titans had been kicking these boys' butts on the west coast, along with Jinx's, and they did not come all the way to this pothole to get another whopping. An edge was needed, not just something to hit the ghost boy, but to also make him pay.
And they had the perfect idea where to start. All they had to do, was find their pink friend.
Happy belated Valentine's Day! Though given Danny and Felicia aren't back together yet, this may not have been the best side story to update, but I'm really pumped about writing this one. At some point, this month, I'll have the other side stories updated too. Anyway, this secret society is starting to band together as Danny and Felicia deal with their feelings. Ironically, I was gonna have Toyman appear, but I couldn't think of a reason why he'd be here, but the results are better now with the Hive Trio.
Thank you all for your reviews! Let's see what you had to say:
Jebest4781: Thanks!
LockAndKey989: Balancing being a superhero and teen is not the same for everyone. Plus, the idea was more fun ;)
61394: No, Poison Ivy was targeted for part of a big scheme, but more on that later. Thanks!
Invader Johnny: Deadpool may not be the best hero, but he is a friend towards some people, like Danny.
RonaldM40195867: I have no plans for the moment in seeing Felicia in jail, but I say that because nothing that far is written yet. Deadpool is still an assassin, but I'd have him in the movies. There are characters I'm interested in parking with Danny, like Desiree, Sabrina, and possibly more, but I'm not sure on writing them, because I don't want to continuously write what would possibly be the same concept over and over. I was never intending the story to be popular; I was just having fun. More like a drug, with drawbacks.
pokemon fan 1991: Thanks!
Luiz4200: But she can bring it.
ZoomedIn: Welcome back, but you have a lot of catching up to do. Sorry for your loss :(
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Jay The Average Fanboy: 1) That would not occur to me, as I would need an understanding of bounty criteria first, in detail. 2) Only for a few days. When Black Jack saved Felicia, those nightmares died down. 3) I'm fixing this universes of the Sinister Six, mainly because the 2017 version seemed disappointing. 4) I'm not one for My Hero Academia anymore, the series is just majorly disappointing for me. Plus, to combine the two would require more than just moving to Japan. I'll have to get back to you on that some other time.