Flash and Danny left just in time for Batman, Robin, and Artemis to enter the cave via the zeta tubes. Not long the other vigilante teens arrived all in their various school attire. Batman wasted no time in explaining the mission. "Vlad Masters niece, Jasmine Masters went missing earlier today. The Watchtower has been picking up a large heat signature for the past hour that originated in Gotham and has slowly been making its way west. It's not confirmed whether or not this is Miss Masters, but given the evidence it may vary well be. If it is indeed Masters' niece she's a meta and headed to Amity Park, Illinois. Suit up and find the out what's going on."
Barry hadn't thought about how hard it would be to keep Danny from the news until he realized just how many TVs' malls had. Most of the stores were playing music videos so there wasn't much to worry about with those. It was only a matter of time until the other TVs' started showing breaking news reports. "Mr. B look at this!" Danny walked over with a newly customized Build- A- Bear. It was the fourth one the teen had made. It had dark brown fur, green pants with a yellow shirt, a red beret, a pair of glasses and to put it all together the bear had a toy pda strapped to its paw. "It's my friend Tucker!" The older male couldn't help the grin on his face, the younger may be a teen but no one could resist the temptation of a Build- A- Bear.
"Looks great kid. Who do you want to make next?" So far they'd made bear versions of their hero selves (Danny being mildly surprised at seeing his,) a goth bear named Sam and now a bear named Tucker.
Danny immediately got to work on another bear. He picked one with fiery red fur and a voice recording heart. He spoke in Esperanto so that Barry didn't know what he was saying.
"̵͇̯̽͂͘͝H̷̨̙̞͇̭̣͉̀͜͠ȩ̶̗̯̰͙͚͆͌̅̋͑̅͋̃̚̚͜͠y̸̮̅͆̂̾͒̅͑̑͋ ̸̧̩̳͙̞̪̼̙͠ͅJ̷̘͔̼̭̙̣̫̯̜̼̈͒̍̌ͅͅâ̷͎͇̖͖̮̂̔͋̿ͅz̴̢̺̞͚͋͗̓͋̊̿͋͊͑̐͠z̴̼̱͔̺̏̌͒̿͆̊̎̃̆̾̄̓͌̕͝,̶͉͎̠͉̤̻̽̀̽͂̇̋͑͂͋̈̕̚ ̴̨̬͖̤̱͈̤̺̠̈́I̴̛̠̲͇̼͓̋̀͊̉̊̃͌̏̍͝t̴̢̡̯̱̬̻̜̙̦̜̮͚̳̳̲͋̀͗́̒̂̕̚͘̚̚'̴͔͍͇̩̹̈͒̐̋̊̿͊s̶͉̦͓̳̆̿͑́̒̀̊͗ ̷̧̒̊͂̓͒͝ͅD̵̺̲̝̥̯̗̘̭̜̼̐̊̑̇̋̀͗̏́̏̃͊͘͜ͅa̵̙͈͎̬̲̫̭̥͉̩̖̫͊̄̓̉̓̌͐̏̇͝n̴̛̝͇̳̺̫̤̩̳̜̜͙̘̳̳̻͒́͂̎̑n̸̛͔̩͒́̄̾̎͗̃̈́̾͠ÿ̵̲̥̤̳͕̖̰̟̱̬́.̸̡̨̨̹͖̟̘̰͈̮̘̙͋́̐͋ ̵̱͓̬̣̓͆̉̉͋͋͌̇̅͘͝͝I̸̛̝̟̙̼̹̱̞̰͔̟͎̬̊̈̅̎̍̑̓͘͝ ̵̧̘͖̦̝̫̦̼̆̔̃̅͆̅̄̀̑̏͐͆̓̕͝d̸̨͔̥̮͓͍͙͉̞͋̒̿̓̏͂̐͐̏͆̋͛̂͝o̶̡͇̹̹̦̼̮͓̠̯̖̼͓̎͑́̊ǹ̷͈̭͈͈̰͔̳̼̜̮̻̮̳̪̽̔̽͒͋̋'̸̪̼̩̻̜̥̮̆t̶̛̙̟̭̮͙̝̓͊̆̔̇̽̀ͅ ̶͍͓̫̖͎̠͊̊̎̅́k̷̰̹̪̰̘͌̍̈́̉͋̑̏̉̓̔͋̚̕̚n̴̨̦̰͎͙̙̻͍̝̲̼̯̤̊́͊͆́̆͝o̵̢̮̖̰̲̠͚̓̌̀͜w̷̨̪͖̗͈̿̍̋͌͘ ̸̦͎̾̿̚i̸̡̨̭̙̣͑̇̄̀̄͒̔̈͠f̴̡̨͓̠̹̠̻͇̠̤̰̬̪͓͊̄̍͒̄͋̽̌̈̀̄̚̚ ̸͍͓͕͈͚͍̣͕̇́̊̉͐͛̏̋̓̆̚͠͝ȳ̵̧o̵̭̱̜̪̲̞̹̫͉̯̔̀̆u̸̡̨̞̥͓͔̘͓̱̘̅̀͂̕͠͝,̶̞̦͌͒͑́̈́̅̎̍́̽͆ ̵̢̨͔͎̘̝̭͇̈́̀̏̾̔͘͝ṃ̵̨̖̞͉̜̘̲̥̙͇̗͚͑́͌̽̀͛̕͘͝o̸͚͚̯̫̲̿̈́̈͝m̷͕̮̰̪̬͍̯̦͇̜̭̼̳̈́̎͆̅̀͘͜͝ ̴̧͓̰̬͎͕̣̥̓̋̋́̓̆̕a̵̢̧͉̠͋n̸̢̛̬̹͍̜̺̬͎̝̺̐̈̀d̷̨̗̖̪̝̲͎̳͕̭̠͈̣̜̿͗̈͜ ̵̟͚̫̩̙̓̔͌̐͝͠d̷̨̺͇̺̬͚̲̝͇͙̼̱̝͖͛͊̃͒ͅa̵̛̘͈̩͍͍̤͚̿͆͊͒̇́̿͗̓͊̈́́̚̕͜d̸̡̠̖̪̤̩̳̠̩̞͍̈́ ̵̫̘̅̅̐͐͑̈́͝b̵̧̞͎̩̗̙͆̾̋͆͋e̸̯̪̓̿́͊͆̈̄̃̏̉̌̔͛́͌ͅc̸̛̭̗̦̯̱̼̞͓̲͉͖͙͖͆̀̈́̄̏͛̃͊̍͒̂͜ͅẩ̵͎̣̺̺̳̝̻̂ͅm̶̡̧̝̦̱͇̱̘̯̰͂̀̇e̶̥̙͈̗̦̼͕̖͈̺̯̭͖̊̑̌̑͒̽͗͋̈́͋̓̂̅́̍ ̸̡̘͍͈͙͈͖̖̳̤̗̗̪̉͂̀̾̾ͅg̸̨̢̨̢͓͙̝̩̐͒͂͑̃̀ḩ̶̢̳̲̯͇̖̣̬͉͓̗̻̝͐̋̎̐̊̅̈̓͗o̴̼̤̙̦̥͈̔̌̉̀̎̕͠͝s̶̛̛̜̯͇͉͍̝͖̱͇̦̓͛̊t̷̛̛̻̥̠̺̝̺̓̆̆̍͊̋̓̀̕s̴̡̢̡̧̬̹͙̖̏̿̅̿̅̉,̴̝͖͇̯̞̮̪̖̻̣͉͚̗̍͊̄̒͊́̈̌̊͘ ̵͕͎̭͒͋̐̓̎̉̀͘͝b̶̬̺͂̔̀͗̿͗̕ų̴̒̇t̷̨̧̠̿̎̆̌́̈̓̌ ̴̢͉̺͖͙̮͇̗͓̰͖͎̝̾̀̊̓͜Ĭ̶̤͛̓͛̓͌̕͝ ̸̬̆͑̄̇͂͋̈̀̎͒̓͗̚͝ͅȟ̷̳̮͚̈́̇͆̋̃̅̈́͜o̵̥̩͙̘̼̟͋̔͠p̸̨̹̥͇̹̜̥̹͖̬̜̗̏̓̂͠ȩ̵̡̣͍̯̜̯̭̟͎̱̺̗̯̇̿̃̑̀͗̋́̆̍̅̍͘͠ ̶̧͉̩̩͉̖͍̥͈̳̞̮͓̺͛̋̉̅͌͌̿͋̋͘͘y̷̲̻̱͍̟̗͓̘͙̤͈̣̣͇̆̉̓̍̾̓̀̒̾͗̈́̌̊̚ͅǫ̴̰̖͔̙͖̜̣͙̓̽͋̃͝ȕ̷̢̢̖̳̳̩̖͕͐̎͋̓͝'̵̨̼̹͙̹̺͓͎̗̟̼̐̽̈̒̆͗̚͜r̶̛̛͉̬̰̯̝̀̓͝è̵̩̯̫͇ ̵̭̦͙͉̲͚̓̊̈̈̈̓͌̐̔̊̏͝ã̸̮̳̻̟̪̯̞͖͓̀͋̂̊͑͛̌͛t̸̨̥͇͙̠͚̎̃̈́̈ ̷̛̞͍̫̀̓̾͂̿̌̍̋̆͊̓́͝͝p̷͚͔̪̙͇̻̘̔͂̎͌̍̽̀̊̿͠͝͝ḛ̴̘̺̠̰͛̀̔̋̂͂̽͐͋͐̆́̎̑͊a̷̡̡̨̛̪̳̥̺͚̭̽̓̋̄̓͒̊͌͆̈́͗͝c̷̻̤̓̋͋̋͑̀̈́͋́̄͝͠͠͝ē̷̥͉̫̼͔̰̞̗̻̈͗̈́͌.̵̛̬̈̈́̔̇̔͐̈̐͆̐́̈́͒ ̷͈̤͛̓̆̽͂̈͗̎̌̀̕L̶̘̪̯͒̄̾̌̐̅͝i̸̧̢̛̞͇͈͎̻͒̔͒̈̽̄̏͂̏́͘̚f̸̣͈̬͈̬̠̘͚͔̭̃͜͝e̸̢̼̻̘͎̖̥͙̪͈̟̙͗͐̽͊̽̒̏́̕̕̚͠͝'̸̧̡̢̛̛̼̣͍͍̜͎̬̦̳̋̂̒̌̑̃̑̔̾̿̂̌͘͜s̶̡̟̝̗̠̘͉̯̮̳͓̞̥̪̃̀̒̋̌̈́̀̀̏̚̚ ̷̢̞̩̹͈͓̳̳̼̼̹̙̪̱̈́̈́̏̾́̽̒͠k̴̰̲̥͚̜̰̮̟̘̾̒̒́͛̽͆̋͒̋̒͘͝͝į̸̨̛̯̰̱͔̻̮̝̗̞̏͒̈́̉̂͂͛̇̍̕n̷͖̯͕̘̤̯̘̹̂̉͗͒̽́͒͋́̈́͜d̵̛̬͎̬̖̮͖͍̠̹̆̽̆͠͝ ̵̰̞̄ò̴̧̡̭̬̥̲̰̯̼̳͑̓̍̊f̵̢̧̛̛͇̗̫̋́̓̋͗͊̎́͝ ̵͚̥͇͐h̵̨̢̳̭͍͚̺̲̘̫̉̓͆̚͜͜ä̷̡̛̮̝̰̳͍͖̪͈̠̣̐͐̈́̋̅̀̓̃̍̔͗̎͝r̶̞̈̊͋̃͊́̎͛̌̅̚͝͠d̷̨͕͐ ̸̨̧͍̻͑̉̌̌͒̀̅͝ŗ̷̜̗͙͖̻͉͐͊̒͊͗̋̄͂̇̒̈́͝i̷̯̦̪̘̎̈́͐̈̆͆͒̂̽̔͌̀͒g̴̮͌͆͐͂̐͛͠ḧ̴̤͔̖̤͎̺̖͕̳̳͙́t̷͙̟̫͓̩̱͗̊̒͘͠͝ ̴͎̺̞͉̤̥͍͚͖̦̮͈̑̐̎͑̕̚n̵̨̛̻̳͚̖̬̤̞͍̥̹̫̫̈́͒̏͗̿̔̑̄̎̽̕͝ͅȯ̷͓̺̪̹͋̈ẘ̵̱̺̞̻̖͚̟͚̃̆̀̽̕͘͜,̷̧̰̼̪̼͎̼̜̙̮̺̙͓̳͙̌͐͂̈́̅̆̾̋̏̕͝ ̸̨̛̯͉͈̪̜̩̗̝͍̞͗͑͊͒͋̂́̏̚͝b̸̥̓͑͌̈́̂͑̇͗̒̎̈̒͒u̸̘͖̼̣̙̻̹̅̃̎̃̋͒̎̿͠t̵̨͕̮͍̮̦̰̙̭̝̤͂̄̓͗͂̈̽́̐̊̊̂̚͘ ̵̡̢̢̯̥͇̼̱͔͎̐̏̽̊̆̾́͋̊͗͋̂́̚̕Į̴̼̜̝͙̻̭̬̱̮̟͕̇ͅ ̷̬̦̘̣̳̭̠̠̗̦̑͊̊̃̽̓͋̃͠t̸̢̧̡̢̝̦̤̳͙̙͙̻̽͆̐̌̍͆̈́̂͜ͅḩ̵̡͖͕͈͉͉̰͇̱͙̘̂̿͊̈́̓́͝í̵̟̻͖̇̉̑͗͊́̍̏̓͒̌̉͝͝n̶̺̭̥̬͎̠͍̰̫̭̎̄̕͝k̵̫̺̰̦͖̦͕͖̹̳̘̲̼̗̽́̔͌̂̅̾̚͘ͅ ̴̼̙̯́̿̈́͑̀̾̍́̊͝͝͝ḯ̶͍̼̻̄͑̐͋t̸̨͎̳̞̜̠̀̋̈́̃̽͝'̷̖͇̫̻̤͇͌̄̄͑͌͌͘s̸̢̧̬̲̼͈͎͆̽̀̔̿̀̕ ̸̨̡͇̝̱̪̯̙͖͑̅̅͊͂̐͛̐̐͘͠g̴̡̮̤̙̈̉̽͛͑̋̿̄̽̔͘̚͠͝ͅę̴̠̲͚͓̞̝͖̭͇̺̦̮̣̳̽͌̀͗̌͊͑͝t̴̨̧̗̹̝̙͌͆̅͌́̋̌͊̓̀̈́͘t̸͇̩̳̯͈̣͈̬̫̻͎͉̔̂̀̈́͊͝į̵͚̦͎̗̊͋́̆͑͑̏̕n̴̡̞̻̤̪̦̥̻̠͓̞̈̉͌̅̆̾͛̋̄̏ͅḡ̷̢̫͍̲͈̞̪͚̭̦̩͍͚͑̎̓̿͒͆͘͝͝͠ͅ ̴̞̈́̾b̵͙̙̗͎̰̦͔̱̣̒ę̶̛͖̙͖͎̱̎̊̓̈́̍̍͝͠t̴̤͈͒́̓̿ͅt̶̯̻͆̔͂̋̃̄̕͘͠͝ȩ̷̧̱̰̺͇̹̮͔̤̄̃̎́̐̓͊̍̅̏̏́͘͜͝r̶̡̪͉̖̝̖̋̈.̵̡̤̩̝̟̮͎̭͓̗̟̮͈̞͛͛͌̂̇́̏̂̒͜ ̵͕̪̾̀A̷̱̓̀̎͝n̸͚̣̬͈̰̳͋̋̏̃̀͂̎̐̇̏͒͝ÿ̸̧͇̠̺̪͎͍̜̹́͆̂̑̍͑̃̚͝w̶̧͍̙̼̱̄͋́͒̋͝ͅa̵̡̡̛͍̗͖̟̘̪̤͉̽͊̾̕͜y̷̳̯̻̺͍̗̝͖͇͐̽,̶̡͇̗͓̲̦̊̈́̃͒͌ ̷͔̝̮̟̙̖̲͕̺͖̬̱͑̋̄͂͐̂͒̿̕͘͝I̶̭͉̥̺͙͚̯̕ ̶̺́́͛̾̿́l̶̳̽ǭ̶̼̤̰̭̯̥̪͚v̴͇͔̲͇́̈̐́̀̐͆͛̿̂̕͝ȩ̸̡̭͈̪̭̝̙̹̱̮͖̂̈́̎͋͛̓̏͛͘ ̶̮̯̩͗̇͆̌̄̇̇͂̓̎̏̕y̴̧̩̫̭͔̟͓̗̭̪̦͈͂̐̂̏̐̌͝o̴̢̙̪̳͎̞̘̠̊ͅų̷͇̳͍͍̄̍̇̅̈́̒̊̅͗͊̕͘ ̵̧̨̮̖̺͖̪̻͒̀̇̋́a̶̧̦̩̺͗̄́͂̇͛͘͝͝ń̶̛͕͎͚̣̽̄̎́̄̾͗̚̕ͅd̸̢̮͈͚͖͂̒̅̂͋͐͑̓̈́͜ ̵̧̠͍͎̩̅̈͑̎̈́͌̓́͘̚͝͝͠Ȋ̸̢̨̛̝͎̥̣̰͔̭ ̸̛͙̳̬̳͚̆̉̌͗̐̆͑͒͂͠͝w̶̫̝̠̰̘͓̫͍̹̐̀͂́͜͜į̴̭̖̯͔̗̺̰̬̲̗̀̔̓́͘͝s̴̡̡͎̬̑̓̓̂̌̒̓̓̔̇̕͝h̶̼̼̀̃͐̑̀̏͒͌͛͗̈͊̒̚͠ ̷̠̖̰̪̲̞̤͔̅̔̐̉͌̾͊̊͑̚̕͝͝I̸̧̥͔̦̗͙̽͑̔̀ ̴̜̪͍̈́̍͛̔͛͐͗͘͜͜͝͝c̶̤̿͗͊̉͝ơ̸̧̑͗̆̂͋̎̇̚u̶̢̨͓̘̝͚̹̞͚̪͉͛̓̋́́͊͌̚͠͠l̴̨̨̹͔͕͉̬̗͓͇͕̜͖͔̆̍̊͛d̵̢̜͍̖͚̥͖̿̀̈̀ͅ ̴̢̨̩̱͕̞̦̐̈͐͐ṣ̵̝͖̻͕̍ͅe̷͙̪͉̫͕͑̉e̴̬̫̬̙͔̤̻̫͔̒̒̍̈́̏͋̈́̄̐̔͑̕͠ ̶̨̧̧̼̮͔̫̳̦̪͔͔̣̈́y̷̡̛̯͕̤͙͔̼̹͕̯͊͗͘͜ͅơ̷̗͔͓̮͍̿̑̆̇͌́̓͊̒̕̕u̴͕̞͉͔͙͔̞͑̂͠ ̷͍̺̐͆̆̐̔̓́͌͜͝͝a̴̩̬͕̝̞̪̬͈̎̓̏͗̂̈́̾̑̆g̵̲̭̱̣̦̞͙̪̝̰͉̍͒̆͛̃̚͝͝͠ä̸̛̭̘̲̰̦̯̳͓̳́̔̓̏̿͋̏̿́͝͝ĭ̵͔̪̦̟͎̥̻̭͙͓̲͓͈̞̐̈́̐̒̇̐̄̍̽̏̋͛̈͝ͅn̴̥͎͚͇̟̫̱̈́̏̾͌̎.̸̜̬͙̽͛͒̉̐͆͊͆"̶̧̗̟̭̯̹̪̣̱̠̤̀̆̽̋̎̒́͊̒̈́̚͜
Danny wiped away some tears he didn't know he had shed.
"You okay kid?" It was obvious that whatever the raven haired boy said was personal, but as soon as he heard the name Barry knew who the bear was for. Another reason added to the list of why Danny should be told the truth. The young halfa needed to know he still had family living and it definitely shouldn't come from some random stranger on the news. Just then everyone's phones in the store started going off. All the color drained from Barry's face. It was a breaking news alert about the disappearance of Masters' niece, along with his other wards ending up in the hospital after being kidnapped from school. "Oh no."
Jazz felt really hot. Not gorgeous hot, temperature hot. She'd felt like this for two weeks, but today it was worse than ever. Whatever was going on with her, it was definitely ghost related since she'd been forced to change into her ghost form. Feeling slightly delirious Jazz came up with a plan to fly to either Wisconsin or Amity Park since those two places had working ghost portals.
She was currently traveling invisibly on one of Vlad's vultures. The redhead had long since tuned out whatever story he was telling. It was sort of embarrassing, being half ghost and unable to fly. Even Skulker had a jetpack let him fly. "Can we land for a minute? I'm starting to feel sick."
"Sure, sure I needed to rest anyway." The invisible buzzard started his descent when something red crashed into him. Both flyers started falling. The green vulture was quick to recover but the red object wasn't so lucky. "What was that! Don't they know I'm flying here!"
The Young Justice team was currently flying somewhere in Pennsylvania when the Martian ship crashed into something. It spiraled out of control until Miss Martian was able to get it under control before they crashed. "Is everyone okay!?" Everyone responded with groans. "What did we crash into? The sky was clear."
Robin was one of the first to recover. "Who knows, but we should definitely check it out."
Once everyone was sure they were fine Miss Martian took control of the ship and repositioned it so that it was no longer on its side inside a small crater. The door to the bio-ship opened and everyone got out to assess the damage. There was a couple scrapes from the ship hitting the ground but then real damage was on the side that was crashed into had a dent shaped like a giant bird.
Something circled above the teens before it landed. It was a glowing green vulture with red eyes and a fez hat. Everyone was surprised when the green vulture started speaking. "Who taught you how fly!? You could've killed us!"
"Us?" The heroes finally noticed the girl on the vultures back. She had long blue hair and eyes that seemed to change between shades of red and orange, depending on the lighting. They currently looked like pure gold in the sunlight. The most obvious thing about her was the red toga and silver sandals that she wore.
"You can't place all the blame on them, Wendel, we were invisible." The girl got off of the vulture. "I'm sorry that we crashed into you. My name is Alethea. Are any of you injured?"
Robin had gone into Bat-mode as soon as he'd exited the bioship. From their current distance he could feel a slight rise in the temperature. The girl that was next to the vulture was glowing slightly and even though she hid it well, she was clearly under the weather. "We were protected by the bio-ship. Are you okay? You look troubled."
Jazz was trying hard to make herself sound normal. Her stomach was in a war with what little food she'd managed to keep down this morning. The almost crash landing only made her feel worse. She really needed to get to the Ghost Zone. "I'm- I'm fine, no need to worry about me." Jazz was about to turn to get back on Wendel when she suddenly felt excruciating pain. The grass beneath her feet instantly decayed as all the moisture in the air was evaporated.
The heroes tried to move toward the girl when she collapsed but the sudden heat wave had them moving away. Miss Martian and Aqualad both had to move away as quickly as possible since they were more susceptible to heat. Superboy was the only one that was able to get close. The girl looked up at him and opened her mouth but instead of words a blood curdling scream was released.
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Ghostly Justice
FanfictionDanny Fenton didn't get his powers from a lab accident, he was born with them. Once the Ghost Investigation Ward (GIW) catch wind of the world's "only" human-ghost hybrid, they quickly eliminate anyone who knew the young halfa's secret. Trapped in a...
