(Y/N) felt the weight of everything pressing down on her shoulders as she walked through the halls of the Watchtower. The Justice League had given her a purpose here, and the heroes across the different teams had become her family in a way she hadn't expected. Yet, no matter how much she tried to immerse herself in this world, a part of her remained firmly anchored to the life she'd left behind.
She had tried to ignore it, to focus on the tasks at hand. But no amount of teamwork exercises, training sessions, or missions could erase the quiet ache in her chest. She missed Danny. She missed her friends in Amity Park.
Most of all, she missed being home.
It started subtly, but (Y/N) was beginning to notice cracks in the Justice League's promises.
When she'd first arrived, they had assured her that finding a way back to her dimension was their top priority. Yet, weeks had turned into months, and the updates on their progress had grown less frequent. Barbara's hesitation when (Y/N) asked questions, the deflections from Bruce, and the sudden change of subject whenever she brought it up during team meetings—they all painted a troubling picture.
She had overheard snippets of conversations, vague mentions of "keeping her safe" and "the importance of her presence." At first, she had dismissed them as paranoia. But now, the doubt was impossible to ignore.
(Y/N) had always believed in the goodness of these heroes, but the unease in her gut refused to be silenced.
Determined to get answers, (Y/N) decided to take matters into her own hands. Late one evening, when the Watchtower was quieter than usual, she slipped into the restricted data archives.
Her heart pounded as she navigated the Justice League's database, searching for any mention of interdimensional anomalies or efforts to send her home. For a while, the files seemed to confirm their sincerity—notes on rifts, experiments with portal technology, and collaborations with scientific minds like Ray Palmer and Mr. Terrific.
But then, she found a file labeled "Priority: Subject (Y/N)."
Her breath caught as she opened it. The file contained detailed psychological profiles, mission logs, and surveillance reports. Her interactions with the heroes, her reactions during training, even private moments she thought were her own—all cataloged meticulously.
Worst of all, there was a note from Batman:
"Her presence has had a stabilizing effect on multiple teams. She fosters unity and morale. Efforts to return her home must be weighed against the potential loss of these benefits."
(Y/N)'s stomach churned. They weren't prioritizing her return home. They were weighing the cost of letting her go.
The next morning, (Y/N) couldn't hold back her frustration any longer. She confronted Bruce in the Batcave section of the Watchtower, where he was analyzing mission data.
"You lied to me," she said, her voice trembling with anger.
Bruce turned to face her, his expression unreadable. "I don't lie."
"Then explain this," (Y/N) demanded, holding up a tablet displaying the contents of the file she'd found. "You said you were working on getting me home, but this—this proves that's not true. You're keeping me here because it's convenient for you."
Bruce's jaw tightened. "It's not that simple."
"It is to me," (Y/N) shot back. "I didn't ask to be dragged into this world, and I certainly didn't ask to become some sort of... emotional glue for your teams."
For a moment, Bruce said nothing, his gaze steady. "You've made a difference here," he said finally. "More than you realize. That's not something we take lightly."
(Y/N)'s anger flared. "You don't get to decide my life for me! I have a home, people who care about me, and a life I want to go back to. How dare you take that choice away from me?"
Bruce's silence spoke volumes, and (Y/N) turned on her heel, storming out of the room.
Her confrontation with Bruce only made her more aware of the possessiveness creeping into her relationships with the others.
During a mission with the Teen Titans, Superboy had refused to let her out of his sight, snapping at anyone who suggested she could handle herself.
"She's not a fighter," he growled when Tim suggested (Y/N) take point during a low-risk scouting operation.
"She's capable of more than you give her credit for," Tim argued, glaring at Superboy.
(Y/N), frustrated, stepped between them. "I can speak for myself, you know."
Neither boy backed down, their protectiveness clashing in a way that made (Y/N) feel more like a trophy than a teammate.
Back at the Watchtower, Starfire tried to comfort her with a warm embrace. "You are cherished, dear friend," she said, her voice full of sincerity. "We only wish to keep you safe."
"Sometimes it feels like I'm suffocating," (Y/N) admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Starfire frowned but said nothing, her silence more telling than any words.
Despite everything, (Y/N) refused to give up on finding a way home. She began working in secret, pouring over files, reviewing data, and contacting anyone who might have insight into interdimensional travel.
Her determination led her to an unlikely ally: Zatanna.
The magician had always been kind to (Y/N), offering her comfort and advice whenever they crossed paths. When (Y/N) approached her with questions about dimensional magic, Zatanna didn't hesitate to help.
"I can't promise a solution," Zatanna said, her tone cautious. "But I'll do everything I can to assist you."
For the first time in weeks, (Y/N) felt a spark of hope.
One evening, (Y/N) found herself back on the Watchtower balcony, staring at the stars. The weight of her situation pressed down on her, and she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched.
Sure enough, Damian stepped out of the shadows, his expression unusually soft.
"You shouldn't be out here alone," he said.
"I needed some air," (Y/N) replied, her voice quiet.
Damian hesitated before joining her at the railing. "I know this world isn't easy for you," he said after a long pause. "But... you've made it better for all of us."
(Y/N) turned to him, surprised by the vulnerability in his voice. "Damian..."
Before she could respond, the door behind them slid open, and Tim, Conner, and M'gann entered.
"There you are," Tim said, his tone more possessive than casual.
"We were looking for you," Conner added, his gaze lingering on (Y/N).
As the group settled around her, (Y/N) felt the weight of their attention. They cared about her, but their affection was beginning to feel more like chains than comfort.
For now, she kept her feelings to herself, unwilling to hurt those who had become her friends. But deep down, she knew that something had to change.
As she stared out at the stars, she silently vowed to find her way home—no matter what it took.
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Between Two Worlds
Fanfiction(Y/N) is one of Danny's best friends. Alongside Sam and Tucker, they helped Danny as Phantom when it came down to it. Whether it be to cover up his tardiness, hide him from his parents or even fighting alongside him to defeat the ghosts, (Y/N) was r...
