Soon after the disastrous mishap with Superman, Ghost became a regular visitor to the Watchtower. Even though she was considered a hero in her own right, a point argued by many of the Leaguers, Ghost kept her informant designation.
"It's something unique to me, and it's not affecting where I go, so why not keep it?" She rationalised. "Besides, no one else has an informant designation." Ghost grinned.
But no matter who tried, nobody could get her to remove her mask. "Please, Ghost? Pleeease?" Flash whined in the cafeteria, mouth half full of food.
Ghost was sitting across from him, casually eating a ham sandwich. She was the only non-speedster who could truly handle his eating. "No Uncle Flash, no. It's the same answer as yesterday, and the day before that, and the entire week before that, not to mention the entirety of last month as well."
Flash sighed out of disappointment, both with her answer and the lack of food on his plate. "But why?" He whined, and Ghost grinned. She leapt from her chair.
"That's a secret too!" She sang as she skipped out the doors, only to knock into Batman. "Hey Batman! DO you want me to go and give that info to Superman about Lex Luthor? The Atom just finished that analysis for you!"
"Okay then," Batman growled. "When did he finish?"
"About two minutes ago!" The small white haired hero ran off, dodging around heroes and walls. She soon found herself in the training room, watching Superman beat up a bunch of training bots. Robin was there too, hanging upside down in the rafters.
"Hey Casper!" Robin called.
"Hey Rob! How many has he destroyed now?" Ghost asked, flipping herself upside down so she could see eye to eye with the older boy.
"Like you don't know!" The boy wonder joked, and the two mini heroes laughed.
"Atom's gonna be angry. He said that Superman wasn't allowed to break more than 5 a day, and-"There was a loud crash from below, or above, considering that Robin and Ghost were upside down, as Superman smashed through the carcasses of several of the bots. "And now he's destroyed 11."
The kryptonian looked up at the sound of laughter, and he smiled at the sight of the two youngest heroes. "Hello up there!" He called.
Ghost giggled. "Hey Superman! Batman wanted me to tell you that Lex Luthor has designed a new lead robot that he's planning on outfitting with kryptonite, but he doesn't have any yet, nor do we know what colour he's going to use. There's a file on it being put in your room right now, with a greater explanation."
Superman smiled. "Thanks Ghost."
"Gee, you're better than a pager or instant messenger computer thing, aren't you?" Robin laughed, and as one, the two micro heroes leapt to the ground.
"Yeah, kinda, but I don't like to tell everyone everything. Otherwise they can't learn, and it ruins the surprise and all that. If it's really important I'd tell them, but otherwise it's a pick and choose kind of thing."
"Oh… Can you tell me if Batman's going to be home in time for a patrol?" Robin pleaded.
Ghost Girl turned to him with her hands on her hips. "I can't tell the future!" Robin's pout deepened, and Ghost sighed. "I cannot see how you are older than me, I really can't… He probably won't be home in time, he's pretty tied up with Atom, and he needs to talk to Superman, and isn't there a League meeting or something later?"
"Yeah, there is." Robin and Ghost jumped, turning to Superman. They were so engrossed in their conversation that they forgot that he was there.
"Oh… I was hoping to go on patrol tonight…" Robin looked down, the very picture of disappointment.
"Maybe Batman will finish up in time for you to go, okay? I'd better check out that file, so I'll see you kids later!" Superman patted Robin on the head, and began to head out.
"Don't forget to tell Atom how many robots you broke!" Ghost called, and Superman started. Robin could see his mouth moving as Superman left, but he was too far away to try and read his lips.
Ghost started laughing, and Robin looked at her curiously. "What's so funny?"
"Oh, it's just Superman cursing, it's hilarious. He's trying to swear without actually swearing. He's saying stuff like: golly gosh, and shivering fudge sauce in rye and fudgeity fudge, and smurf smurf smurfity smurf smurf."
Both kids starting laughing at that one. Robin quickly sobered. "Hey Ghost…"
"Yeah Rob?" "Do you think that…"
"Yeah, what?"
"Well, I was wondering if…"
"Wondering what?"
"Well, if you could come with me…"
"Come with you where?" Ghost then realised what he was talking about. "Oh, wait. You don't want me to…"
"Yeah."
"But, nah, really?"
"Well… yeah!"
"But Batman…"
"Oh, Batman won't get up you!"
"I wasn't worried about him! What would Agent A do if he found out?!"
"He loves you too! Besides, he won't find out… hopefully." Robin looked up and removed his mask, which was very much against Batman's rules, but a mask would have gotten in the way. "Please, please, pretty please Ghost?"
He made Bambi eyes, and Ghost was screwed. She sighed, "Fine, I'll come with you. But if we get in trouble, it's on your head!"
Yup, Ghost and Robin were going on patrol!
~~~~~TIMESKIP~~~~~~PLACESKIP~~~~~~~SITUATIONSKIP~~~~~OTHERSKIP~~~~~
Robin and Ghost crouched on one of Gotham's multiple rooftops, scanning the streets for danger. Well, Robin was scanning; Ghost was reading the wind and expending energy by seeing how many backflips she could do in a row without getting dizzy.
Then they both stood up as one. "Quick, over to the docks!" They whisper yelled in unison, and as one, they both leapt off of the building. Robin swung from sconce to roof edge to pole, and Ghost dipped and dived mid-air, following Robin's erratic course.
Soon, they were at the docks, where a battle between two rival gangs was occurring. Apparently one had been in the middle of a shady business deal, and the other had the bright idea to attack while they were on the boat. And kill the boats crew. And then fight as the boat drifted away from harbour. Not the brightest bulbs on the Christmas tree, are they?
Robin trusted Ghost to catch him, as he flew from the last tall building before the boat. Ghost was quick to send along a gust of wind to bear the bird to the boat, where he landed in the middle of the battle. "Hello everyone! Nice night for a boat ride, is it?"
The occupants of the boat froze and turned to look at the tiny bird. And then start laughing. None of them noticed the small, dusty girl standing a few feet away.
"Has the big ol' bat started a nursery or something? Hahahaha!" One of the men laughed, and soon, Robin was surrounded by multiple thugs armed with guns, knives and the occasional frypan. Some of them were hard core Tangled fans.
Robin smirked. "Batman didn't think that you guys were important enough for him, so he sent me to give you guys a warning."
One of the men, a tall, swarthy skinned fellow who had a slight potbelly let out a barking laugh and asked, "Oh yeah? What kind of warning? Will you smack us if we don't go away in peace?"
Robin simply grinned and folded his arms. "Oh no, he just wanted me to warn that if you didn't go to your comfy cells at the police station quietly, then I was to leave you to the Ghost."
This time, multiple men laughed. "Oh yeah? A ghost? What, is he as small as you?" The swarthy man asked, and was suddenly shoved to the floor.
"It's she actually, and yes I'm as small as him. But no less dangerous."
Suddenly, both kids were flying into action. Robin flipped and leaped around his attackers, cackling like there was no tomorrow. Ghost was slipping silently from spot to spot, arms and legs flying out to catch gang members in unfortunate places.
The boy wonder was soon faced with one of the gang leaders, who was armed with a gun and a long, serrated knife.
"Hey, Boy Wonder. Are you a ghost too? Or do you bleed?" He smiled unpleasantly, and took a large step forward. "I'd love to find out."
The man lunged forward with the knife, and Robin dodged with a cackle. But the strike had been a feint, and the real attack came in the form of a bullet shot by one of the leader's underlings. The bullet caught Robin through his leg, lodging in halfway.
The boy collapsed with a cry, and in that instant, Ghost went mad.
Winds burst into life around her, sweeping up unfortunate gang members and slicing at their clothes and skin. A wave of her arms had the winds picking up the entire boat, which then zoomed through the air and over the city, to land on the road outside of the jail.
The gang member who had shot Robin was caught in a whip of wind, and brought back over to Ghost. Robin, who was hanging onto consciousness, watched as Ghost lifted her mask.
He couldn't see her eyes, or whatever that man saw. But the man's face went white, white as death, before going limp. The ghostly figure dropped him to the deck, where he began to shake and rock himself back and forth, muttering about a 'ghost from hell' and 'doomsday is coming' and the 'fires of hell are in this one'.
Ghost ignored the groaning and bleeding men around her, and quickly leapt over to Robin. He had passed out, and the wound in his leg was steadily seeping blood, which comforted the girl. If it had hit an artery, it would have been spurting in time with his heartbeat.
Ghost picked up the boy, quite a feat considering their size differences, and made her way back to the Batcave. As she flew, she radioed Alfred, and told his to get the medi-bay prepped for surgery. The older man didn't ask any questions.
When Ghost sounded like that, questions meant death. Or grievous injuries. It depended on how much she liked you.
Thankfully, Alfred was a genius when it came to medical stuff, and between Ghost's knowledge, and Alfred's experience, they soon had the young boy patched up.
"Now, why were you out breaking up a gang fight in the first place?" The butler asked the younger girl. They were upstairs, relaxing in the kitchen with a cup of cocoa and some homemade chocolate cookies.
Ghost shrugged; her usual positive attitude back now that her 'brother from another mother' was safe. "He used the Bambi eyes on me. I couldn't resist. That and if I didn't go, then he'd go himself, and probably get killed."
The elderly butler nodded tiredly. "I cannot wait to see what Master Bruce thinks about all of this. You are going to tell him when he gets home."
Ghost blushed beneath the light coating of grime that she always seemed to accumulate whenever she went outside. "I may not need to tell him much." She pointed to the TV, to which the butler raised an eyebrow and clicked on.
The news was still on, with a lady reporting from outside the jail. "A war between the gangs 'Wolves Pride' and 'Tangled Rules' was broken up by our very own Boy Wonder and another, unknown hero, after the metal boat carrying thousands in drugs was deposited outside the jail with all gang members unconscious across its deck."
Alfred muted the TV and turned to the bashful girl.
"I was angry!" She exclaimed in response to Alfred's 'not happy' face. "And now I won't have to tell Bruce! He probably already knows!"
~~~~~~~~~TO THE WATCHTOWER~~~~~~~HAHAHAHAHA~~~~~~~~HEHEHE~~~
"I am going to kill them." Batman stalked towards the Watchtower's Zeta beam, with multiple League members following him.
"You don't have to kill them!"
"Batman, don't overreact!"
"Bats, they're kids!"
Superman grabbed his arm and pulled him back. "Don't do this Batman! They probably had fun!"
Batman turned the full force of his Bat glare on the Big Blue Boy Scout. "Go curse the Smurfs and keep your nose out of my business."
The Zeta beam sent the man back home, and The Flash slapped a hand on top of the dejected Boy Scouts shoulder. "So, you really say smurf smurf smurfity smurf smurf, and all that?"
The speedster was soon slammed into the wall, while the Superman stalked off, his face going ten shades of red. That seemed to happen often, didn't it?
Sorry for the long wait, so i wrote a long chapter for you. I hope you like Tangled!I do, but it was kinda because a certain child would have killed me if i didn't. Oh, the joy of younger siblings. Oh, and i changed my username so that my brother wouldn't find my stories and laugh at them. Sorry
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