A/N: I figured I should update this story. It's been a while guys, happy 2016! What can you do tho, right? Don't worry, this should be updated consistently from this point onward. Have other stories I want to do, and I don't want to leave things unfinished. So, maybe seven more chapter afters this one?

You guys will love or hate me with this one. I don't know, I'll be waiting for your responses.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom or Young Justice

Revelation

Aqualad sat next to Alice's recovery bed within the medical ward. He eyed her with guilt on his conscience, "I am sorry," he grumbled out, not liking that she was literally on her death bed in front of him. Wonder Woman had told him to be patient, and to pray to whoever he believed in. She told him that either she would come out of this fine, or she would die. He didn't like those chances, and he couldn't help but feel it was all his fault. If only he had done something sooner – to protect her – then maybe she would still be here and not on the medical bed, rotting away.

He examined her weakened form, and found that her once vibrant blue hair had dulled significantly. It was a light blue color, verging on the line of gray. "I am a terrible person," he whispered, feeling a wave of emotions overcome him.

Sadness.

Anger.

Regret.

But the most dominant emotion that he was feeling was rage. He wanted revenge against the person who had tried to take her from him. He wanted to grab Deathstroke by the neck and watch the life drain from his lone eye. He wanted vengeance for his comrades, and he started to think about killing someone for the first time in his life. Surely, he wouldn't be considered as evil for getting even, right?

"She wouldn't like to hear that talk," Came another voice from the other side of the bed. Aqualad glanced up, knowing he had heard that voice before, but not drawing the connection from his memories. The Atlantean was brought out of his dark and violent thoughts by the man he was a little more than surprised to see: Alice's father. His blue and pink Hawaiian shirt was unbuttoned, exposing his defined body. He was looking down at his daughter with what Aqualad could only assume was remorse. Perhaps he too had guilty thoughts, maybe of letting her go, maybe of something else. The young hero couldn't read the man in front of him, which drew to the inevitable question.

"How did you get in here?" Aqualad asked quietly, not finding the energy to raise his voice. He didn't have the energy of anything for the past few days. Not since the event when everything went to hell in his life. His girlfriend was taken from him, as well as his little brother. He couldn't forget about the extensive collateral damage that the cave had endured as a side effect of the home invasion.

Poseidon chuckled as he flipped his dark blue hair dramatically, "You live in a cave," he stated, thinking that was plenty of an answer for the teen. Aqualad looked at him with an unrelenting stare, wanting more of an explanation, "Anyone could get in here," the God snapped before rolling his eyes. He summoned a wave of water from below him and formed himself a water that was composed entirely of water. He eyed the teen girl laying on the bed, and Aqualad knew when to not press his luck with the God in front of him.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, neither wanting to make conversation with the other. Not with the only connection between the two was in a coma in front of them. Either withering away or recovering, neither of them knew. "I give you my daughter and you break her," the man mentioned, pulling out a small children's book from out of nowhere. He began to flip open the book, his hands trailing over the thin paper pages. He was seemingly lost in thought as he brushed his fingers through the pages, already his mind decided to escape to a safer place; one where his emotions and feelings wouldn't get hurt.

"We did not expect such an enemy," Aqualad defended weakly. He fisted the hands in his lap, knowing that was no excuse. They were heroes, and what good were heroes when they failed to protect the ones close to them. "He took us by surprise…" The teen trailed, glancing back up to face the man. He was surprised when he found the man's undivided attention on the Atlantean, "We had no chance."

"Deathstroke is no longer a man," Poseidon informed, placing the book on the bed. "Alice knew that, and she sacrificed herself as long as she could so that you all would live," he explained her noble actions. He looked at the pale face of his daughter and shook his head, "This wasn't your fault, and no matter how much I want to blame heroes…" He trailed, looking up at the teen with a small gentle smile on his face, "I can't," he answered honestly. "She knew what she was doing, and I think…" He trailed, grabbing her fragile hand that was resting above the covers, "She would rather die a hero than anything less."

Aqualad was left speechless. Out of all the things for the man to say, he was not expecting such a gentle outlook at such a severe situation. That the man did not blame them for the misfortune of his daughter. That he held hope within him, something that the teen had not felt in the past few days. "She knew her limits, did she not?" He asked, wanting to know the question that was prodding him for a while. His days of worrying – his sleepless nights – at the topic at hand.

"She will recover," Poseidon stated in a strong voice, affirming what Aqualad was concerned about. He could see the teen visibly relax at those three simple words. "Your Team needs you," he chided, making the teen come back to reality. Aqualad looked up at the man with wide eyes, "I hear there's a devastating threat that is sweeping across the world," he said with a shrug and incredulously murmured, "Plants of all things…"

"I understand," Aqualad said with a nod as he stood up, "Thank you, Lord Poseidon," he showed his gratitude by bowing, but the man placed a hand up to the teen and shook his head. The Atlantean paused his action and looked up at the man in a new found respect. Aqualad did one last nod as he rushed out the door.

Poseidon was left to his thoughts with his unconscious daughter, "Lord, huh?" He asked as he shook his head and picked up the book from the bed and flipped it open, "I haven't been much of anything for a long time…Nothing except a villain," he muttered, looking at his daughter's fragile form, "I plan on fixing everything, Alice…" He trailed, clutching his daughter's hand in his, "I might have told your friend a lie, and I don't want to be a liar, little girl," he whispered, "You have to pull through this," he stated, before looking at the picture book. It was the story of how he and his wife had first met. It used to be her favorite – or at least, that what his ex-wife had told him. He cleared his throat and slowly opened up the cover. After all, if there was something that he could do for her right now, it was to be with her and tell her an adventurous story. "Once upon a time, there was an Ice Queen…"

Danny knew he needed to get out of the dreaded mansion. The past few days proved to be mocking him, though. He ran over to the first floor window and tried to pry it open with his fingers. Upon realizing that the window would not budge, he raised a hand up to the middle section of the window and fired away. The teen managed to break the lock and forced the window open. He was about to place his hand on the window sill to prop his body over it, but was met with a faintly glowing green shield which served as a barricade to the young halfa.

Letting out a growl, he punched the wall next to the said window in frustration. It left a small crater as he brought his hand out, "You have to be kidding me!" He yelled, turning around to meet the one man he didn't want to see, "What?" He hissed out, greeting the man in a rude manner. The teen didn't care, he was trapped like a caged bird, and the only person who could let him out was standing in front of him. The teen felt his rage grow within him, and he knew that Vlad wouldn't let him go, not when he worked so hard to get him right where he wanted him.

"Now, son," Vlad began, but was suddenly met with a rushed fist towards his face. The older halfa let out a dramatic sigh at the teen's antics. He placed a pink shield in front of him with a flick of his finger. He watched the teen's fist collide with the defense attack with mild amusement. Danny stood in that position for a few seconds before he glared at the man.

"I'm not your son," Danny spat out venomously. The teen wasn't surprised that this happened, this was how the last few days were. Mostly the same dialogue as well as the same actions. It was a repeated pattern, one that the young halfa wanted to break. He needed to get out before Vlad tried anything, and knowing the older halfa as well as he did, it was bound to happen any time now.

Vlad shrugged his shoulders letting his shield dissipate into the air. Danny's arm was suddenly dropping because his fist had nothing to support his arm with. The teen placed his arms by his sides and began to walk away. Not today, he wouldn't give into the man's repetitious script that he had written. He wouldn't get angry, and he wouldn't lash out. He would find a way to get out of the mansion and back to his family and friends. "Adopted son," he reminded the teen with a smirk on his face.

Danny had given into him and launched a few ecto-blasts at the man to release his pent up aggression, "Leave me alone, Vlad!" He yelled out, walking down the long corridor of the mansion. He didn't care to even glance behind him to see if the blasts had met their target. He knew that they wouldn't, since Vlad would never be that careless or let his guard down around him. Security was tight in the mansion and everywhere he checked, every window he tried to escape from, he was met with the same glowing green results. The ghost shield was over the entire mansion, and he didn't know how to get out and return to Gotham. All the teen knew for certain was that his time was running out, and he needed to get away from the man before he tried anything against him.

"It's a beautiful day outside," Vlad stated, drawing the teen in. Danny turned around and looked at the man with a raised eyebrow in suspicion. The teen wondered what the man was getting at, what did he gain by talking about the world outside the mansion? Outside of his cage?

"So?" Danny asked, but didn't walk away. He was intrigued by the man's words and was thinking about where he could possibly have been going with them, "Are you going to say that the birds are chirping and the flowers are blooming?" The teen snapped back at him sarcastically. Vlad smirked at the teen at the comment, "Because that a little unimaginative, even for someone like you," he spat out, rolling his eyes in the process.

Vlad placed his arms behind him and started to walk towards the teen. Danny thought the action was out of place, this wasn't what happened over the past few days, "I was merely informing you on how the day looked," he said, watching as the teen in front of him grew tense with each footstep he took, "Perhaps we could go for a walk around the premises?" He offered with a dark look in his eyes as he stood directly in front of him.

Danny still didn't trust the older halfa to save his life. He knew it was something bad when he saw the dangerous glint in those eyes of his, "Why?" Danny asked, making the man open his mouth to possibly say something sarcastic in response, "Why let me out now?" Danny clarified, making the man start to chuckle, "Why today?"

"Why not?" Vlad responded as he started to walk away. Danny was left there standing more than a little confused. He thought that the older halfa wanted him imprisoned forever, but now he was offering the teen a means of escape? Danny let out a dark smirk of his own as he followed after the older halfa. He would take him up on his offer and get away from the psychopath as soon as possible.

They reached the front door, and Vlad pulled it open gently. The teen eyed the thick door for any dents that he himself had caused. He knew for a fact that he had thrown a few ecto-blasts at it from his time in captivity. Yet, Danny wasn't surprised to find that the door had been replaced. After all, Vlad was a wealthy man and had to keep up appearances. He couldn't have people know that he had trapped a fourteen year old half ghost in his house, the young halfa would imagine that would give him a bad reputation.

The teen was surprised to find, however, that the faintly glowing shield had disappeared from around the mansion. Danny looked over at the older halfa to make sure it wasn't a trap of some kind. He was unnerved to find that Vlad was leaning against the doorframe with absolute confidence, "Well, Daniel?" He asked, making the teen narrow his eyes at the man,

"Well, what?" Danny asked, not believing that his freedom was within his reach. That he just needed to take a step outside and then fly his way to Gotham in less than a second. He knew Vlad wouldn't let him go, though, this had to be a ruse. It had to be a scheme of his, something to show to the teen that he would never escape him. Some sort of mind game that the older halfa liked to use on a regular basis. Vlad ushered the teen to walk out the door with a head movement. The teen carefully took a step outside, and found that it wasn't blocked off. He didn't get pushed back inside like all the times before. A cheerful grin overcame him, and he walked outside, "You're really just letting me go?" He asked, turning back around to the older halfa.

"On a walk," Vlad clarified, walking outside as well to take in the breezy and calm fall afternoon.

Danny narrowed his eyes at him, "I'm getting the hell out of here, Vlad," he stated, walking backwards and transforming into his ghostly counterpart. Danny thought he would see the man sweat, to rethink his actions about bringing him outside. To morph into his ghost half in an attempt, and possibly succeed, in bringing him back should he flee. Instead, Vlad just crossed his arms across his chest smugly.

"Are you, now?" Vlad taunted, watching the ghostly teen in amusement.

"Uh…" Danny trailed, as if it were the stupidest question that the older halfa had ever asked him, "Yeah," he snapped and hovered off the ground, "I thought that you would be smarter than offering my freedom, Vlad," he said with a mocking grin on his face. He turned around, not waiting for the man to respond to him and flew up higher.

He just needed to get to Gotham and somehow get Bruce to be in custody of him again. The teen wasn't exactly sure how legal matters worked, but he figured that he would cross that bridge when he got to it. He soared three stories above the ground and was about to fly at his highest speed from the mansion, when he felt an emotion come over him.

Safety.

Something that he hadn't felt since he was turned into a half ghost in the first place. The thought of not having to deal with ghosts, or crazy frootloops, or Gotham villains. Protection that was given off by a parent or guardian resonated within him. He thought it was odd, but tried to fly away from the mansion once again. He found that even though he wanted to fly the hell away from this place at his top speed, he could bring himself to. "Okay…" He trailed, his nervous tone even scaring him, "Why can't I fly away?" He whispered to himself.

"I thought you were getting, and I quote," Vlad yelled up to the teen, "The hell out of here?" He taunted, and Danny didn't even need to face the man to know that he was wearing a smirk on his face.

"I am!" Danny yelled, trying to bring himself, once again, to fly away. He found himself stuck in the same area that he had floated up to. He hadn't moved even a centimeter away from the mansion, and it started to scare him. "Why can't I move…?" He asked in confusion, placing a hand to his face. "Come on! Move it!" He yelled to himself, but found that he couldn't move his body away. He thought there was something wrong with him, so he moved backwards to test that theory. He could move backwards, and then moved again forwards to the same spot he was hovering in before. However, when he tried to move forward once again, he found himself stuck once again.

Vlad let out a chuckle and walked over to where Danny was floating, "Having trouble leaving?" He asked, and Danny started to get frustrated.

The teen glared down at the man, "Give me a minute!" He spat out immaturely. He tried once again, and found that his ghost powers wouldn't work. He didn't know how it happened, in the mansion he could use his powers all he wanted, yet, out here he was useless. Letting out a growl, and in his pursuit of freedom, he slowly lowered himself down to the ground. When his feet touched the pavement of Vlad's luxurious driveway, he morphed back into his human counterpart. "You did something to me!" He accused, spinning around to face the man who was the root of his problems since day one.

"I have done nothing, Daniel, as you are well aware," Vlad stated smugly, walking away from the teen, "Perhaps you do not wish to leave my company?" He asked, making the teen growl again in anger.

"I want to leave!" Danny argued like a child.

Vlad turned around, a full-fledged grin on his face, eating up the teen's conflictions as if they were a midnight snack, "Then why don't you?" He taunted, making Danny open his mouth to argue, but he couldn't find a reason for why he couldn't leave. There wasn't a ghost shield holding him captive, and Vlad hadn't done anything to him. He had only been there a few days, and Vlad didn't even fight him – unless Danny fired first, and not to mention do something to him.

Danny stood in the driveway and found that he was confused with himself, "Why can't I leave?" He whispered under his breath in frustration. He knew for a fact that he didn't want to be here, not with his most detested person on the whole planet and Ghost Zone. He looked up and found that Vlad was staring back at him. For the first time in the teen's life, he felt confused at himself.

"How about that walk?" Vlad asked, making the teen furrow his eyebrows in even more confusion. He was surprised with himself when he found himself willingly walk over to Vlad. The teen stuck his hands in his pants, a small act of his teenage rebelliousness.

"I don't want to do this, just so you know," Danny muttered, walking in front of Vlad on purpose. He didn't want to walk with the man, he didn't want to even be close to him. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to walk away from the older halfa. While he was walking, his mind never stopped thinking of possible solutions to his predicament. He was getting more agitated with himself when he started to come up with none.

Vlad chuckled, "Whatever you say, Daniel," Vlad mused, rolling his eyes at the teen's stubbornness, even though the teen was willingly going on a walk with him. The man just couldn't believe the results of the mark he had bestowed on the teen all that time ago. Yes, he just needed to be patient, and his patience was finally paying off. He let out a smirk, knowing that the teen had not idea that he was being controlled even though he believed he had free will.

"One more time, Robin," Deathstroke ordered to the downed boy in the training room that they were currently in. The teen who was laying on the ground let out a hiss, but dared not speak against the man in front of him. He learned quickly from day one that no one back talked Deathstroke and got away with it.

The teen placed his hands on the ground behind his head, and used a large amount of energy to flip himself up on the ground. He was panting, and his lungs felt as if they were on fire. They were training nonstop since he arrived, and he felt his limbs yelling at him to stop. Letting out a controlled breath to start regulating his breathing, he grabbed the sword that was on the ground.

He knew that Bruce would disagree with swords, he knew that they could kill people. They were lethal weapons, one that he knew Deathstroke was a master of. He internally shook away the thoughts as Deathstroke charged at the teen. Robin clutched the handle of the sword tightly, ready to use the weapon to defend himself. As long as he didn't use it with the intent to kill people, he was in the clear. He had strong morals, and not even someone as strong as Deathstroke could break them. Steel tasted steel as it made a clanging sound that echoed off the walls of the training room. Robin narrowed his eyes behind his mask before wrapping his legs around the assassin and twirling them.

The man landed on the ground, but it wasn't long before he quickly evaded Robin's attack as he quickly placed himself back up on two feet. The teen wonder, however, attacked with the blunt side of the blade to where the man's head used to be. The assassin moved quickly to the left and swept the teen's legs from underneath him. Robin let out a quiet groan as the wind got knocked out of him. "That's enough for today," Deathstroke stated, walking away from the once again downed teen in front of him, "I thought I instructed you to attack me with the intent to kill," the man mused out loud.

"I don't kill," Robin hissed out, not letting the assassin's words from the past few days get to him. He would never listen to the man, even if the man kills him for it.

Deathstroke let out a quiet hum before walking over to the table that contained a variety of weapons. He picked up a katanna and examined its blade before putting it back on the table, "You've been obedient, Robin, much better than last time," he chided, making Robin glare up at the ceiling.

The teen wanted to hurt the man badly for what he did to him, for what he did to Alice. But, he knew he wouldn't be able to beat him, not at the level he was currently at. He only had five years of experience, and that was nothing compared to the man that was currently at the table. Saying that, of course he hadn't given up on escaping, especially when the man had kidnapped him to begin with. He just wasn't as obvious as the last time he was here. He needed to earn his trust, to let him wander around the building freely. It was a new building, he had known that the League knew about his last location.

"Your little Team is doing horribly without you," Deathstroke commented, making Robin suddenly lay on his side to look at the man. The assassin didn't even need to look behind him to know that he had the teen's attention, "Up against a small group of misfits the League put together," he added with a shake of his head, "I suspect that they will all fall by the end of today."

"You don't know anything about them," Robin snapped, defending his friends even if he was back talking the man to do that. Deathstroke placed the weapon on the table harshly. "They are much stronger than you give them credit for, Slade."

Deathstroke had enough of the teen's jabber and strode over to the teen, "I told you to call me Master, Robin," he lectured with a small amount of disappointment in his tone.

Robin glared at the man, "I'm not anyone's apprentice, or sidekick, Slade," Robin commented, "Not yours, and not Batman's…" He trailed, watching Deathstroke's lone eye narrow at what he had said. The teen was expecting a hit, or a punch for his disobedience, but instead received a chuckle from the man.

"Is that so?" Deathstroke asked, walking away from the teen and towards the exit of the room. Robin watched in confusion before the lights in the room were turned off on him. The teen let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding in. He hoped that Bruce would find him soon, or he could get out himself. He didn't know if he could deal with the sociopath any more without actually listening to him.

Ellie was having an off week. She would constantly feel the need to strip whenever possible, and she didn't know the reason behind it. The young teen girl felt extremely hot, as if she were having hot flashes, and she didn't know how to deal with them. So, as a final resort, she stripped. Of course, this did not resonate with the rest of the household.

"Ellie!" Jazz screeched, running over to the girl who was just in her bra and underwear. She looked up at her sister with a cheerful grin and did a little wave, "Ellie!" Jazz repeated in disbelief at her younger sister's antics, "Why are you…?" She asked, referring to the apparel she chose to model.

"I got hot," Ellie stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Jazz kept staring wide eyed at the girl and then shook her head as she placed a hand up to her forehead, "I'm…" She trailed at reading her body language, and even as oblivious as she was she could tell that she was in the wrong. "Going to put on some clothes," Ellie responded, suddenly turning intangible and then floated up to her room.

She honestly didn't know what was wrong with her. Ever since Danny left, she was having these hot flashes. Uncontrollable hotness within her, and it was tearing her apart. Not to mention that she didn't have her brothers around to keep her company. She hardly ever saw Bruce because he was too wrapped up in his own business down in the 'basemen'. "This is the freakin' worst!" Ellie groaned, landing on her bed. She had at least eight fans going in her room, and it still wasn't enough to cool her down. "There's gotta be something wrong with me…" She whispered, looking up at the ceiling, seeing her ceiling fan spinning around out of control since it was on the highest setting.

Suddenly, there was alarm going off somewhere within the mansion. The girl rose her eyebrow and let out a groan from having to leave her room, "What's going on now?" She whined out, turning herself intangible and following the source of the sound. She froze into place when she realized it was Danny's room, and she turned herself visible on the spot. "D-D-Danny…" She choked out, knowing that this was supposed to be her brother's room, but he wouldn't be in there. She felt her eyes water, but quickly brushed them away with a blink.

"It could be something important!" Ellie whispered to herself harshly. She needed to see what was wrong, Danny would want her to. She floated through the door and scanned the organized mess for the source of the beeping. Her eyes widened when it landed on a communicator on the side table next to the bed. "Oh," she stated, knowing what that meant for her. She had a long lecture ever since the incident with the last mission she had snuck on. She walked over to it and picked it up, seeing that the light was pulsating.

"Any available Team members, report to the cave!" Artemis growled out through the device.

Ellie knew she shouldn't go, she would just get in the way. She felt a sudden heat wave flow through her, and she let out a frustrated groan, "Especially not like this!" She yelled out into the empty space next to her. Still, the Team needed her, and she would be there to help. She morphed into her ghostly counterpart and stared into the mirror. "What another word for ghost…?" She asked, trying to come up with an alias. Phantom was obviously taken, and she needed to stop relying on him. A word came to mind and she let out a big smile, "Spirit!" She yelled it out loud with a grin, "I like it!" She yelled, flying through the ceiling while clutching the communicator in her hands.

Spirit was in mid-flight when a plant suddenly swung out at her, and she lost her intangibility. She started falling to the ground, and landed on the cold unforgiving concrete. She let out a small groan as she pushed herself up with her arms. "What…?" She asked, looking up, only for a plant to suddenly come down on her again. Her stomach fell on the ground, and she growled, "Okay! You're asking for it!" She promised, her body becoming uncomfortably hot.

Letting out a gasp at the uncontrolled power, she also let go of her concentration. The vine pushed against her, bringing her body further into the concrete. "S-Stop it!" She yelled, narrowing her eyes, but a green blast escaped from her eyes. It was a heat wave, and she somehow had developed heat vision. She closed her eyes, afraid of letting her power out. It was raw and untamed; she was afraid she would hurt someone with it.

There was a blast, and Ellie felt something hot as well as the pressure from her back being lifted up. She was curious, but didn't dare open up her eyes. She placed her gloved hands on the ground and tried to scramble herself up. She couldn't see what she was doing, and instead decided to place her hands around the concrete ground in uncertainty. Her hand grazed another's, and she tensed up.

"I hate to say this…" The deep voice stated, absolutely hating himself for what he was about to say. Ellie was curious, but decided to stay silent. She didn't know who was talking to her, if he was a good guy, or a bad one. The voice let out a loud dejected sigh, "You need…" He trailed, as if struggling to say his next set of words, "Help?" He choked out.

"I know that voice…" Spirit stated out loud, grabbing the hand by the small familiar feeling that accompanied the voice. His grip was strong, and he helped her to her feet within seconds. She opened them, hope in her eyes, "Danny…?"

The figure she was staring at wasn't Danny, but instead an older form of him. He wore a neutral expression on his face until he finally heard what she had said, "What?" He asked, his eyebrows narrowing at the accusation.

Spirit knew her mistake and looked down on the ground, her body becoming hot once again, "Sorry," she whispered, brushing a piece of her long white hair behind her ear, "I thought you were someone else," she explained, shaking her head for her thinking. He might have looked like her brother, but there was no way he was him.

"Good guess," the man said, his raven locks and black thin beard was blown backwards from the wind. "Name's Dan, and I'm here to…" He trailed, Ellie could visibly see the man tense up his shoulders and displayed a cringe, "Help," he struggled out to say again, "Danny."

"You're here to help my brother?!" Ellie asked, looking up at Dan. The man barely had any time to turn intangible to avoid the heat blast that originated from the young girl's eyes. She blushed as he returned to visibility, looking ashamed and embarrassed from her uncontrollable powers.

Dan let out a long breath, "Why did I accept his conditions?" He mumbled, rolling his eyes at the girl's hopelessness, "Okay, you have heat powers," he stated, making Ellie's eyes grow wide. Hearing the man say it out loud made more sense. She was disappointed that she didn't have her brother's ice powers, but she knew now wasn't the time to think about that. "Good for you, runt," he stated, placing his hand in front of him with his palm up. A green fire appeared in it, and then started to change different colors. Ellie watched in awe at his control of the small flame, "I have a fire core," he said, crushing his hand, letting the fire die in it. The girl looked up at the man, waiting to see what else he would demonstrate. She wasn't disappointed when he opened his hand back up and it revealed an ice spike, "And an ice core."

Ellie scrunched her eyebrows and took a step back, knowing that she was classified as a mistake from Vlad, but also that she was the only clone that he had created, "Who are you?" She asked.

"A friend from the past and the future," Dan stated looking up at the sky, already regretting his decision to correct the timelines. He was surprised that Clockwork even offered him that, the old ghost knew what he was capable of, knew what havoc he could cause. Still, the ghost offered to save the grim future in return for his freedom. He wouldn't give that up. Even though he was known to be bad and evil, he would need to be good and nice to save the future and Earth. Because he was one of the people who lived on the planet. "Look, either you want my help, or you can keep living like a ticking time bomb," he stated, walking away, bored with the girl's presence. "Your choice."

Ellie watched him walk away, still not knowing about his origins, or who exactly this 'Dan' character was, "Wait!" She screeched, she was surprised to see him still walking, "I said wait!" She yelled again, this time running over to the man.

"You think I'm just going to stop and wait for you?" Dan asked, shaking his head, "How old are you?" He asked sarcastically.

"Mentally or physically?" Spirit responded in a serious manner, and Dan glanced sideways over to the young girl. A small headache was already appearing, and he had spent less than five minutes with the girl. The man looked to the front once again and began to curse Clockwork in his head. This was going to be hard.

To be continued…

Reviews:

percab8531: Well, it's updated! Glad you like it so far, but it's drawing to an end. Eventually, you know.

jim89: Ellie is actually a very strong character (at least in my story) and she doesn't care about Vlad at all. This is also because of her age (mental and physical) where she has a keen image of what is bad and wrong. Vlad didn't want Ellie because he always thought of her as a mistake. However, he didn't think that a failed experiment would shape into something unexpected. Vlad always has a reason for something. I agree with you, man, he should probably get arrested.

Avidreaded [In regards to Ch.3]: Yeah, I can see your point. I don't think Superman would fight Danny tho, I mean, he wouldn't be about that life. Superman doesn't want to hurt anyone. (Superboy is an exception I guess)

Ninuhuju: The bat boys always do have creeps after them. I feel for them, man. I wouldn't want a creep after me.

KT: You're excited? I'm excited too! Let's be excited together!

The Keeper of Worlds: It's going to get even more messed up, my friend.

PikaWings: It's okay man, I want Vlad to be killed too. He's a creep.

Brenne: I hope Sam, Tucker, and Jazz are going to team up. Everyone needs to get ready for what I'm about to do next! Nah, I didn't quit, I was just busy. Busy for, like, five months in fact. Haha.

KodiakWolfe13: Bro, of course I read your stuff! You're the best, man. Vlad and Deathstroke are such creeps tho. Kidnapping children and stuff. Haha.

Readthishit: I'm back! And then I wasn't. And now I'm back again!

Jebest4781: It's about to get a whole lot crazier.

Guest of honor: Thrilling ideas, but I find myself leaning towards mental abuse more. I'm a sucker for mental abuse. That stuff really leaves a mark on people.