Jamila's plans for the day did not include being kidnapped by a bunch of wannabe superheros.
What the fuck was the Umbrella Academy? Was this some kind of reverse H.I.V.E thing? Where were the Teen Titans? Why the fuck were their codenames Numbers? And honestly, two of them—Number Four and Six–were really making Lazarus irritated in the back of her mind.
(Not to mention, her ice daggers were pressing at her wrists, but she couldn't get to them due that girl's power.)
And that Number One brat would have crushed her ribs if she didn't punt him across the room.
Brat.
(No. Jamila does not care that she's probably a year or two older than him.)
By the demon, she couldn't wait to leave. (After ripping out Number Three's vocal cords.)
(She was going to have to train even more because clearly this was a new form of mind control.)
Looking around the room that she had been placed in, she sat chained down in a circle with Jason, Grant, and Talon surrounding her. Of course, the one day she decides to hang out with the Dead Assassins Club, they get kidnapped. Thankfully, they were all wearing their masks even if they didn't have their weapons.
She didn't even know how long they had been taken. Did she miss her appointment with Frostbite? Oh, she hoped her Father didn't find out— or, Ancients forbid, her Aunt.
"Number Four, go ahead."
Jamila and the others watch as the pale boy stumbled over to them. With barely a glance, they could recognize him as an addict and smell alcohol basically pouring from his veins. Jason and Jamila twitch from the scent of death wrapped around him, and Lazarus screams in their heads about this boy dying before… multiple times.
Was he—was he a halfa?
He looked at them, eyes starting clear and eyes darting around them unnervingly. Jamila wondered what he was looking for. "Um…"
Jamila raised a brow.
The boy shrugged, "This might hurt a little." His hands start glowing blue almost like—The four of them scream as they're hit with a Ghost Stinger. Lazarus' screeches in the cousins' head, sending out a wail to the Ghost Zone even though the Demon is very much persona non grata by the Ancients.
Number Four stepped back, giving them breathing room. Each of them feeling weak as the boy had tried to fucking exorcise their souls from their body. Their noses dripped blood, almost green in color.
"You're not like the usual ghosties," he mumbled. He muttered to himself some more before nodding his head. "Okay, this should get them to stop possessing you."
His hands charged up as if he were going for a ghost ray and the four of them tried to move away as best as they could, struggling in their bonds.
"Number Four, hurry up. We do not have all day," the man with the monocle stated. Four nodded his head, waving his hand absently as he pressed down on her shoulder.
Jamila screamed.
And the temperature plummeted.
The lights in the room blow out all simultaneously, the only light seemingly coming from outside the closed doors and the glowing eyes of Four and their hostages. The blood that had dribbled from their noses start moving across the floor.
Four stumbled away from them—from her as the blood formed a perfect circle.
The ground rumbled under their feet as it began to sink into the hole bit by bit.
Ghastly green smoke emerged, and somehow the temperature dropped further. The shadows sharpened, bringing forth the ghosts that were already situated in the room that Four had been stubbornly ignoring.
The ghosts look—they look actually afraid, running to Four to hide behind him for protection as glowing green hands emerge from the chasm, pulling them away.
Four began freaking out because they were touching him!
(In the background, the four hostages stare at him unamused since it was apparently okay for him to touch them.)
Fright Knight and Pariah's soldiers emerge alongside Nocturn and his army of Sleepwalkers. They all take over defensive positions around the room.
"Number Four! What is the meaning of this," the old man yelled. "Get control of yourself and banish them."
Fright Knight and Nocturn scoff, moving over to the hostages to free them as Four continued to back away screaming as the ghosts kept touching him.
"No! No! NO!"
A ringing sound echoed in the ears of the living, calmly passing over Four , the dead, and the Hostages as all eyes turned to the chasm in the ground. The smoke began bubbling as the shadows twisted and turned. A dark blob emerged, tall enough that its head touched the ceiling. There were glowing green eyes covering every inch of it with a crown of green flames wrapped around its neck.
Frostbite and Clockwork climbed out behind him, moving to look over the four hostages.
"Who dares," the voice muttered, the sound reverberating around through the walls to be heard by all in the mansion.
Jamila took Fright Knight's hand to stand on her own feet before throwing herself at the blob. "Beloved," she cried. She wrapped her arms around him, summoning tears to her eyes. "He used a ray blast and stringer on us."
Fright Knight hissed angrily, sword weaving threateningly in the air. "You dare to harm the Phantom King's consort, the Demon Prince, and the Generals?"
"Phantom King," Two questioned. Three wrinkled her nose at the thought of the girl dating that thing until—the eyes on the blob started more and more, swallowing the ghosties, except the ones that came out of the hole, into the Ghost Zone. The light began to shine so brightly that all but Four, Six, the DAC, and the Ghostly Entourage had to look away.
When it finally died down, in the place of the blob was a young man about eighteen years old with beautiful, fluffy, white hair. His eyes were as green as the crown of flames that now situated at the top of his head. He wore a bright white suit that hugged his biceps. There was a thermos situated on his hip as he wrapped his arm around his consort.
He continued to ignore the Umbrella Academy, turning his attention to his Consort and Generals and the Prince to check them over for injuries. There was a large hand printed bruise showing up on Jamila's arm, but since she was out of the chains that somehow restricted her powers, her healing went into effect. "I was worried when your Aunt called me, cielo. And then Frostbite said that you missed your appointment. We've been searching for the past three days. Your Father and Mother are going on a rampage."
"Um—"
The King turned to look back at the people that dared harm what was his before his gaze was drawn firmly onto Four and Six. He frowned, dropping his gaze to Six's stomach: "Is that? Is that an ectopus?"
Frostbite looked him over, "A strong one too. Seems like it's a halfa also. In pain also." The ghost then turned to look at Four. He had to keep himself from laughing as he took in the dark hair, green eyes, and the scent of death that curled around him.
It was almost like looking at Phantom in his mortal form. Except he was taller so maybe more so of the Demon Prince behind them.
"Should we take them," Talon asked, voice scratchy as he spoke the tongue of the dead. Four and Six jolting in place as they somehow understood the words. " They don't even have real names."
"You don't have a real name either," Jason commented. "You just decided to use your old codename as your legal name."
"And, therefore, I now have a real name," Talon snarked. Jamila and Grant laughed.
Clockwork kept his eyes on Four though. "He looks like he could be your son," he told Danny and Jamila. "Even if I did reverse the effects of your infertility; with both of your conditions as halfas, you'd be giving birth to blobs, anthropomorphic animals, or monsters. But never a child."
Jamila frowned sadly as the others looked at her in pity. " What are we to do? He needs an heir, doesn't he?"
"Make one," Clockwork suggested, eyeing Four meaningfully. "This one can see ghosts and use the abilities. What's keeping you from adopting him?"
"The fact that he's their age," Grant snorted. "Unless— you're going to? Cool. I agree with that. Maybe do the same for the others and drop them off to the Junior Justice League."
"I don't know," Danny stated.
"This man is drugging the child he has hidden upstairs to keep her from using her powers. Dastardly consequences which could end all life on this planet," Clockwork stated. "And he has another child lost within the timestream that will soon end up working for that horrible group called the Commission."
"Those assholes with the briefcases," Jamila noted.
"Yes. He's currently four years into the end."
Jamila and Danny shared looks. "We could do both," she offered. "One heir for the GZ/IR and another for the DR/NP."
Danny gave her a small smile, "Anything for you." He turned back to the kidnappers, clapping his hands. "Well, I'll be taking your children off of your hands. All seven of them. Kids, go pack your bags. Clockwork, will you please do the honors?"
The Overseer of the time stream nods his head passively, staff circling the children and seeping through the walls. The ghost tilted his head to the side before turning to look at Jamila and Grant. "Your Father will be here in 30 seconds. Would you like to meet him now or after the children have been secured?"
Grant immediatly turned towards the portal to the Ghost Zone. He wasn't in the mood to deal with his old man. Jamila pursed her lips, "Is there anything regarding the children to be on the lookout for? Allergies, medicines or anything?"
"Mr. Hargreeves keeps notes on their powers in that Red Book and programmed the rest into their robotic mother, Grace."
Jamila looked at Danny once more, the king used his telekinesis to summon the book to his hands, passing it over to Talon for safekeeping. "Very well," Danny commented. "We take the Mother too."
Jamila smiled, turning back to Clockwork. "I'll be staying to greet my Father."
Danny nodded, "I'll make some duplicates for a cover story for the abduction and everything else. Probably murder also. You know how your Father gets."
The couple turned to look at the people once more as Fright Knight led his army though the house and Nocturn moved back to the Ghost Zone after confirming with Lazarus that all was well now. He also wanted to brag to the other ghosts that he was one of the first to meet the new Prince.
"All Hail Klaus–Four–Phantom nee Hargreeves. The Séance Prince of the Ghost Zone. And Benjamin–Six– Al Ghul nee Hargreeves. The Horror Prince of the Demon Realm."
WORD COUNT: 1893
COMMENTS FROM THE AUTHOR:
1) Somebody please give me a better crossover with Jason, Klaus, and Danny. All three of my ghostly green eyed and have died before boys. Throw in the Outlaws if you can. Maybe some JayKyle because Space Jesus. Danny is obsessed with Space and Klaus met God so yeah.
2) Danny is still a Halfa but he's like in another dimension from his home world and the one time he tried to go back, a millennium had already passed so he's been kicking it in the Ghost Zone until he decided to play eeny meeny miny moe with the worlds, stumbles upon this DC/TUA universe, falls in love with Jamila.
3) Jason and Jamila (and the Al Ghuls) are all Halfas except their half-demon instead of Ghost. Talon and Grant are half-ghost because I said so, but they can only go ghost in the GZ because their cores are still fixing themselves.
4) Klaus is a halfa because I said so. He also has an army of his ghost living it up in the GZ being raised by others.
5) Yes, Fright Night and Nocturn and the armies are enemies of Danny. But Fright Knight is loyal to the Ghost King which yk Danny now is. And Nocturn was friends with Lazarus.
6) This personally started with Klaus leaving TUA because yeah, they're all assholes, but the way that treat him would have been had me throwing hands with my siblings.