Here's a story I thought up from watching the movie Predators; it'll show references from the movie along with Predator (1987) and Alien vs. Predator (2004). The Predator and all cartoon characters mentioned are owned by their respective companies, except for my OC's. Also, as a heads-up, it's been a long time since I watched Batman: The Animated Series, along with Spider-Man: The Animated Series, so I apologize ahead of time for any inaccuracies. Also, I was originally going to make the story AU from my other story SWAT Kats vs. Predator: One of a Kind Adversaries, but now I made it a sort-of quasi-sequel to SKVP. Plus, since the Batman in the story is from the cartoon, he has no connection with the Batman vs. Predator comics, or any other comics introducing the two characters together. But aside from all of that, I hope you enjoy the story.

Oh, and as a new updated feature, I made up a small "soundtrack" for the story as well in here, to which the songs and lyrics used/mentioned are also owned by their respective companies.

The wind whistled inside Batman's ears through his Bat-eared cowl, yet he wasn't completely aware of it, for he was groggily waking up. As his senses were fully gained, aside from a constant beeping that also filled his ears that most likely woke him up, he noticed a jungle from below him coming fast. He inwardly hesitated before the device stuck on him opened up into a parachute and landed safely on the forest floor (but not without a hard thud). After a moment of slowly gathering himself up, the Dark Knight removed the parachute from his back and looked around at his surroundings.

"Odd," said Batman to himself, "I wonder how I got here. I doubt the Joker was involved . . . at least not alone."

His train of thought was soon interrupted by another thud right behind him. The caped crusader turned around abruptly and raised a Bat-a-rang in a throwing position.

"Hey!" yelled the individual underneath the parachute. "Who turned out the lights!?"

Batman relaxed a little and slowly lowered his Bat-a-rang, yet he still kept his guard up. He watched as whoever was under their parachute rip it away from them; the individual looked to be an anthropomorphic Duck with white feathers and wearing a suit, mask, cape, and hat, all purple in color.

"Ooooh, just wait 'til I get my hands on that Quackerjack!" growled the anthro-Duck to himself. "'Cause when I do, I will make him rue the day he . . . Huh?" The Duck paused for a moment as he looked at the scenery before him. "How did I . . . get here?"

"That, sir," stated Batman, "is the same thing I was wondering."

The purple-clad Duck jumped in surprise upon hearing the caped crusader. Turning around swiftly, the frightened anthro-Duck snapped, "Don't ever do that!"

"I apologize. Listen, I don't wish you any harm."

"Oh yeah?" The Duck then took out from his utility belt what appeared to be a gun. "How do I know that, hmm?"

"Because if I wanted to harm you, then we wouldn't be holding a conversation, now would we?"

With a thoughtful look, the Duck holstered back his weapon. ". . . Touché. . . . So what's with the get-up? Are you a superhero or something?"

"Yes, I am. You?"

"I am what you may call the terror that . . . ah, skip it. Yes, actually, I happen to be a superhero, specifically a vigilante from the city of St. Canard."

"Odd, I have never heard of your city."

"You haven't? Then where are you from?"

"Gotham City."

"Huh, that's funny, I've never heard of that place either. I guess we aren't from the same world or anything, are we?"

"I don't believe we are—for more reasons than one."

Realizing that Batman was referring to what species they were, and remembering that there were probably only a handful of humans in his "neck of the woods," the Duck nodded his head. "Right."

"By the looks of the situation we're in, it seems that we might have to team up and figure out where we are, and how to get back to our homes."

"Yeah, I guess so, considering we're both heroes and, even though we probably aren't from the same planet or anything, heroes have to stick together."

"Indeed." The Dark Knight extended a hand out to his new ally. "The name's Batman."

The purple-clad Duck then shook hands with his new human ally. "Call me DarkWing Duck, but friends also call me 'DW' for short."

Soon the duo heard angry shouts in the distance. The shouts were then followed by a rather peculiar sound—a sound that was similar to a laser being shot.

Batman narrowed his eyes. "I don't like the sound of that. We better see what's going on. However, we must try to keep low."

"You got it!" declared DarkWing. "Let's . . . get . . . dangerous!"

"Shh!" whispered the caped crusader. "Let's go."

Moving quietly toward the sounds, Batman and DarkWing Duck moved behind a boulder and watched in front of them a man wearing a mask covering his entire head and clad in a red and blue bodysuit with a Spider and web design shooting what looked like (from DW's point of view), silly string from the underside of his wrists. The said man was fighting off and dodging green energy blasts from what looked to be a teenage boy with white hair, glowing green eyes, and a black bodysuit with a white collar, boots, belt, gloves, and a white "D" symbol with a black "P" symbol in it.

"Hold still so I could hit you!" shouted the teen.

After rolling out of the way of an energy blast and stopping right in front of Batman and DarkWing's boulder, the red-and-blue-clad man aimed and fired the odd substance from his wrist, which the teenage boy avoided by disappearing, and reappearing a second later. "How about you stay where you are so I can do the same?" retorted the man in the red and blue bodysuit with a growl.

"Take that!" roared the disgruntled teen. The boy fired off another blast of energy at the lithe man who easily steered clear of it, and ending up almost hitting DW's head if he and his new human partner didn't duck out of the way in time.

DarkWing popped his head back up again, glaring before he yelled. "Hey, watch where you aim, kid—you'll hurt someone with those things!"

The two rivals stopped their fighting as they heard DarkWing's voice. The black-clad teen arched an eyebrow and smirked, crossing his arms. "Who are you supposed to be? Howard the Duck?"

"Ha-ha," fake-laughed DW in utter sarcasm, "that was so funny I nearly forgot to laugh."

"Listen," started Batman as he and the purple-clad Duck moved from behind the boulder and in front of the two fighters, "we don't wish you any harm."

"And who are you supposed to be? Batman?" questioned the white-haired teen.

"I am, actually."

"Any credentials? I like to know that you aren't some kind of poser or whatnot."

Without another word, Batman took out his grappling claw and tossed it to the teenager, who caught it in time. After looking it over once, the teen pressed the trigger and shot the claw out, after aiming at DarkWing's hat. He looked impressed as the grappling claw snatched up the hat and brought it right back to him. DarkWing, on the other hand, looked annoyed as he covered his head and scowled at the teen.

The teenager, in complete contrast, only smirked at DW. "Looking good there, boss." The black-clad teen then tossed the hat and grappling claw back to the Dark Knight. "Yep, I'm convinced."

Batman nodded his head as he handed DarkWing his hat back and holstered his gadget into his utility belt as he spoke. "I thought you would be, Danny Phantom."

"Wait—you know me?"

"You know him?" inquired an astonished DW.

"Yes," answered Batman, "I have read about you in the newspaper about how you saved Earth from that comet. I am also familiar with our other friend here, Spider-Man, through the same resource."

"I was fighting against the Danny Phantom?" asked Spider-Man. He then turned to the ghost-boy. "I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you at first—I was just upset about being here that I thought you were the cause of it."

"Seriously?" chuckled Danny. "I personally thought that you played a part in us being stranded here, Spider-Man." He then scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. "I, too, am sorry for fighting against you, a fellow hero such as the three of us. . . . That is if 'Howard' over here is a hero."

Biting back his tongue about being called "Howard," DarkWing curtly stated, "Yes."

"So," said Danny, now facing Batman, "any idea what jungle we're in? Vietnam? India, perhaps?"

The Dark Knight shook his head. "I don't believe so. These trees look nothing like those found in Vietnam or India."

Danny then shrugged his shoulders in confusion. "Well, I guess it'll all make sense. Eventually." The ghost-boy was interrupted by the sound of rustling flora, his head whipping to the direction it came from. "Everyone, gather around me."

While DarkWing Duck was confused by that statement for a short time, he decided to just follow Batman and Spider-Man's idea. Soon the four heroes became intangibly imperceptible.

"So you two are from a metropolis called Megakat City?" asked a young-sounding feminine voice, belonging to what appeared to be an adolescent human girl with red hair dressed in a pink and white sci-fi-style outfit. With the girl were two anthropomorphic Cats wearing dark-colored pilot outfits. One was brawny with yellow fur, while his partner was much thinner and his fur was orange.

"Yeah," nodded the larger yellow feline, "that's pretty much the gist of it. . . . . Weird, I could've sworn I heard someone else around here, didn't you guys hear it?"

"We heard it T-Bone," answered the smaller orange anthro-Cat, "yet I don't see anyone, or anything for that matter."

At that moment, the four invisible heroes reappeared in front of the three strangers. The two anthro-felines went into a fighting stance, going in front of the human redhead.

"Wait! Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!" frantically shouted a desperate Danny as he held up his hands. "We're not here to fight you!"

"How do we know you won't attack us if we let our guard down?" questioned T-Bone, the yellow anthro-feline, as his eyes narrowed with suspicion under the mask he wore.

"We give you our word as heroes that we won't attack."

The orange anthro-feline squinted an eye under his mask. "You guys fight for the right side?"

"Yes—" coolly stated Batman—"all of us. What about you three?"

"We do—" declared the girl—"all of us. The name's Atomic Betty, and these are the SWAT Kats, T-Bone and Razor."

"Hmm. Partners of yours?" inquired DarkWing.

"No, I just met them. You see, I was in summer camp when I got a call from Admiral DeGill about a disappearance on some uncharted planet. Somehow, I blacked out, got separated from my two partners, X-5 and Sparky, and now . . . well, you know."

"As for the two of us," stated T-Bone, "we just defeated an annoyingly persistent enemy of ours named Hard Drive—"

"But when we went back to our hangar," proceeded Razor, "we too blacked out all of a sudden, and before we knew it, somebody strapped parachutes to us and well, end of story."

"Really?" asked Danny. "That's the same thing that happened to me. . . . Well, from the blackout onward." As the ghost-boy was talking, DW and Spider-Man nodded their heads.

"It seems that all of us came here the same way;" pointed out the caped crusader; "we were in the middle of either a mission or fighting off an enemy, then we blacked out and been sent to some rainforest."

DarkWing Duck shrugged. "Yet what's the purpose of it all?"

"That's what I was wondering. Unless all of our enemies somehow have a connection amongst one another, then we might be dealing with something more sinister than we could imagine. And why we were picked specifically is the question."

"Help! Get me down from here!" shouted a distant voice in total panic.

"Come on!" declared Batman as he and his new allies ran toward the direction the voice was coming from.

As the group of seven got closer to the voice, what they saw before them were three human kids who looked to be the same age as Danny near a tree. The one whose parachute got tangled in the tree branches and hanging upside-down had blond hair and brown eyes, and he wore a black shirt, gray pants, a light brown belt, and dark gray gloves and shoes; the second teen who was on the ground was an attractive-looking girl with red hair and green eyes and wore a black crop top, green cargo pants, dark gray gloves, a brown belt hanging from her hips, and black shoes; the third teen, a brown-haired, green-eyed boy who looked to be of Brazilian descent, wore what looked to be a black martial arts robe with red trimming, a pair of red pants, and a gold sash.

"Kim, help me out!" shouted the blond-haired boy in panic. "I feel the blood rushing to my head—I swear I am!"

"Please Ron," soothed the red-haired girl, "just try to relax—we'll get you down from there."

It was then that everyone in the vicinity heard the sound of cloth getting torn.

"By the looks of things," said the Brazilian teen, "we better act fast. Hold still dude, and we'll try to catch you."

"What!? Are you nuts!?" questioned the teen called Ron. Soon the parachute ripped off of him and he was plummeting to the forest floor, screaming.

"I got him!" shouted Danny as he flew up to the frightened teen and caught him in the nick of time, just before setting him down. "Relax buddy, you're okay now."

"I am?" asked the blond-haired teen as he opened one eye before opening the other eye, looking down. "What do you know, I guess I am all right. Err, thanks."

"Hey, amigo," interjected the Brazilian teen before giving Danny a double thumbs-up, "good save there."

"Yeah," nodded the girl called Kim, "thanks for helping us out."

"Please," said the ghost-boy as he held up his hands, "it's nothing that a hero can't take care of."

Smirking with a raised eyebrow, the Brazilian teen turned his attention to his two allies. "Sounds like he's on our side."

"He is," said Batman as he and the other five heroes came forth, "as with the rest of us."

"No way!" breathed out Ron as he focused his attention on two certain heroes. "Look, KP—Batman and Spider-Man—together!"

Kim rolled her eyes, yet smirked at her naïve-sounding partner. "Yeah, I see that."

"Man, listen guys," said the happy blond-haired teen to the two renowned superheroes, "I'm like a big fan to both of you."

"Well then," figured Spider-Man, "I guess I'll take that as a compliment."

"Is that what you love about your boyfriend here, 'bright-eyes'?" slyly asked the Brazilian teen to Kim, in reference to Ron.

Kim smirked and shrugged her shoulders. "It's one of the things I've learned to love over the years we've known each other."

"And you must be the famous Danny Phantom, aren't you?" excitedly asked the blond teen.

The ghost-boy bowed gentlemanly from the waist. "At your service."

"Yeah, I remember—" stated the young Brazilian—"you're the guy with ghost powers who saved Earth from that comet, aren't you?"

"Yeah that's me. . . . And you must be?"

"Oh, right—where are my manners? The name's Pedrosa—Raimundo Pedrosa. But you can call me 'Rai' for short if you want, and 'Mr. and Mrs. Secret Agent' over here are . . ."

"Oh," said the teenage girl sheepishly, realizing that Raimundo was referring to she and her boyfriend, "sorry about that. My name's Kim Possible."

"Ron's the name—" proudly stated Kim's goofy boyfriend—"Ron Stoppable."

T-Bone chuckled a bit. "I dunno how many people pointed it out to you, but your names sound an awful lot like the words 'impossible' and 'unstoppable,' you know?"

Razor face-palmed himself out of complete embarrassment.

"Believe me," stated Kim in a deadpan voice as she and her partner in crime-fighting gave the larger SWAT Kat a dirty look, "it's not the first time somebody has pointed that out to us. And it probably won't be the last."

". . . Anyway," piped up Raimundo, trying to break the awkward tension, "who the heck are you guys?" He was eyeing at DarkWing Duck, Atomic Betty, and the SWAT Kats.

Batman motioned his head to the other vigilantes. "These four are fellow heroes DarkWing Duck, Atomic Betty, and the SWAT Kats Razor and T-Bone."

"I see. . . . Lemme guess: total blackout, followed by a parachute ride, correct?"

"Indeed. Aside from how we were transported here, we're still trying to think where we are."

"Beats me—Borneo, the Congo, Indonesia, Burma—we could be anywhere for that matter."

"How about the Amazon?" shrugged Ron.

Raimundo shook his head. "It can't be—the jungle we're in is way too hot to be the Amazon, and we're in summer to boot."

Kim rose her eyebrows at that. "Hmm, sounds like you are quite familiar with it."

"I should be familiar with it. Before I went to the Xiaolin Temple in China, I was born and raised, and I've worked at my family's circus in Brazil, so I think I know at least a thing or two about the Amazon. . . . Okay, why are we playing a guessing game—doesn't anybody have a GPS on them or what?"

Atomic Betty set her face in her hand before shaking her head in embarrassment. "How could I be so stupid? I can just call Admiral DeGill and see if he could locate us."

"Hey Kim, can't we just call Wade and see if he can tell us where we are?" Ron asked his girlfriend.

The spy girl pulled out her Kimmunicater. "Good idea, Ron. Let's see if I can reach him. . . . Wade, are you there? Wade?"

"What's the problem?" inquired Spider-Man.

"I don't know," answered Kim, "I can't reach Wade, and there doesn't seem to be any reception here. Betty, have you contacted anyone?"

"Bad news—" stated Betty—"I can't reach anyone either."

Raimundo pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Well, talk about a fine kettle of fish we're in."

With his arms folded across his chest, DarkWing arched an eyebrow. "You took the words right out of my mouth, kid." The anthro-Duck turned his attention to the Dark Knight. "Now what?"

"Everyone follow me," stated Batman, "I'm sure we might figure out where we've been transported to if we reach higher ground."

Some time had passed by as the group of ten heroes walked through the jungle in search of high ground, with Batman as the leader. Ron stopped for a moment to look at a plant.

"Hey guys," called the goofball teen, "take a look at the plant here." As he was about to touch one of the plant's barbs, Batman reacted quickly and grabbed the teen's hand.

"Wait a minute, Ron," warned the caped crusader, "that plant could be dangerous." Grabbing a Bat-a-rang from his utility belt, Batman collected a bit of the green ooze secreting from the plant—the touch of the Bat-a-rang making the plant slowly close—and observed it closely. "Just as I thought: the plant is secreting a neurotoxin; if you should even accidentally scratch yourself on a barb of such plant, you would undergo paralysis for a certain amount of time depending on the amount. I suggest everyone to steer clear of it."

Ron wiped his brow and let out a sigh of relief. "Thanks, Batman—I owe you one."

"Don't mention it. Come everyone, we must keep moving."

Little did Batman or the other heroes know was that something shrouded in the shadows watched from behind them. . . .

It wasn't long before they reached an area with cages and parachutes scattered all over from up in the trees to down on the forest floor.

"What's with all the cages? Circus in town or what?" asked Danny.

"Are you kidding?" Rai arched an eyebrow. "I don't know a circus alive that drops caged animals by parachute. Looks a lot like something you would see in a movie than real life."

"I don't know about you guys," stated Kim, "but I have a bad feeling."

"Like we're being watched?" asked Ron, whipping his head from one side, then the other. "'Cause I'm getting the heebie-jeebies just looking at all these cages. What if whatever was in them is still around?"

"My Spidey senses aren't tingling," shrugged Spider-Man, "so I don't think we have to worry about it."

"No," the spy girl shook her head, "it's not that, necessarily. Let's think for a minute: whatever these cages were transporting were brought here by parachute. All of us came here by parachute as well. Isn't there a connection somewhere?"

"Don't look now," said T-Bone, "but I think the connection is right over there."

Following the direction the larger SWAT Kat was facing, the heroes looked at what appeared to be a white human skeleton smiling eerily back at them; the only thing intact with the skeleton was a tattered gray suit and pants and an empty handgun, yet the only thing missing at the same time were four fingers—two on the left, two on the right—along with the middle of its chest. As the heroes walked closer to the skeleton, a Cockroach crawled out of either of the empty eye sockets, sending all except Batman to visibly shudder in disgust.

"Looks like he decomposed for quite some time," pointed out the Dark Knight, "and it seems that he lost his four fingers long before death. I wonder . . ." He moved in closer and unfolded the flap of his suit, revealing a red insignia. Batman then stood up and turned back to his allies. "It looked like he was a member of the Yakuza; the four missing fingers was most likely a sign that he underwent yubitsume. Judging by the empty gun, he was shooting at something, yet couldn't kill what was after him. The oddest thing is his chest: judging by the scorch marks, it looked like something burnt through him."

"I don't know about you guys," piped up Razor, "but I for one don't want to know what that thing was. And I don't want to stay here and eventually find out."

"With all due respect," said Rai, "but what did the guy once being a member of the Yakuza have anything to do with our situation?"

Batman nodded his head in understanding. "Good question, Raimundo. I believe I know why we are here. . . . I believe we're here because somebody chose us."

"For what, though?"

"To test our abilities. It seems that somebody had chosen us because we were deemed worthy to be hunted."

"Hunted? . . . You mean someone is probably chasing us for sport? If so, then why aren't our enemies alongside us? Why aren't they stuck here with us?"

". . . Someone must have recognized we are stronger than our enemies. However, I'm not concerned as to who brought us here—not as much as finding a way out. Eventually we'll know who brought us here afterwards."

"Personally, I hope we find a way out—and soon before we join 'Mr. Yakuza Member' over there."

"Don't worry, we'll find a way back, Raimundo. Let's go and find the high ground."

"Good," nodded DarkWing, "'cause I have a feeling something really is watching us."

As the heroes started to move along, the teenage Xiaolin monk paused as he noticed a bag, and soon curiosity got the best of him. Grabbing a stick, Raimundo poked at the bag a couple times before hooking it on, retrieving it, and looking inside it; inside the bag were grenades. With a look of ponder on his face, Rai shrugged, tightened the bag shut with its strings, and decided to take it with him as he tied it to his sash.

As Raimundo caught up with his allies and walked beside Danny, the ghost-boy noticed the bag on his hip. "Hey Raimundo, what do you have there?"

The Xiaolin monk shrugged his shoulders, treating it like it was nothing. "Just a bag of grenades—thought they might come in good use."

"How are you sure of that?"

"Eh, let's just say that if Batman's hypothesis about us being hunted is correct, then I would like to be prepared for our would-be hunters. Do you catch my drift?"

". . . Good thinking, actually. You don't plan on using them, do you?"

"Nah—just to show them we mean business, really—setting them off's the last resort. Besides, whoever had the grenades probably won't be needing them anytime soon."

"Point taken."

One or two hours had passed by since the heroes left the cage-littered patch of jungle. One or two hours had passed by in dead quiet. . . .

"So," started Raimundo to break the ice of silence as he focused his attention on Kim, Ron, and Danny, "what were the three of you doing before being Shanghaied?"

Kim sighed. "Not much to tell, other than Ron and I were given an assignment by Global Justice to stop our nemesis Señor Senior, Sr. and his son Señor Senior, Jr. from taking over the world, like they usually try to do."

"Yeah," nodded Ron, "we foiled their plan, and they escaped from getting arrested like always."

"And that was when you blacked out?" guessed Raimundo.

"You got it."

"As for me," shrugged Danny, "I was busy in fighting Skulker. Before I could give the final blow, I had mysteriously blacked out and been Shanghaied, as you put it earlier. What's your story, Raimundo?"

"A little bit like yours, Danny," answered Rai in a casual tone, "for I too was engaged in battle with one of my enemies, Katnappe. As I was about to challenge her to a Xiaolin Showdown in an attempt to win over the Shen Gong Wu she had taken for Wuya and Jack Spicer, everything went black and before I knew it, I was about to crash and burn in the jungle. Well, it would have happened if I didn't have a parachute on me."

Elsewhere in the group, Betty looked thoughtful about something. "Hey guys, how long have we been walking?"

"About one or two hours, why?" asked Spider-Man.

"I've just noticed that the sun hasn't moved in all that time."

"So does that mean I'm not the only one who noticed that?" asked Raimundo.

"No, Rai," said Kim, "we've all noticed the sun not moving."

"That's not all, though—" said Betty—"take a look here, everyone." The Galactic Guardian grabbed a leaf and crouched down over a puddle.

"Err, what are you doing?" asked Danny to Betty, confusedly.

"It's something I learned from summer camp." As the adolescent heroine placed the leaf in the middle of the puddle, it started spinning in circles.

"Hey, how are you doing that?" asked Ron in amazement.

"I'm not—" shrugged Betty—"the leaf is doing it all by itself. I noticed the same thing happening earlier today in another puddle of water; it's almost as if the jungle doesn't have any magnetic force."

That left Darkwing scratching his head in confusion. "Well that doesn't make sense. How can one jungle have no magnetic field or whatnot?"

"And there's a magnetic force on your planet?" asked the Dark Knight.

"Sure there is. . . . Okay, I see where you're getting at—no we are not on my planet. If we were, then I'm positive that I would recognize the jungle we're in like the back of my hand." And as emphasis, the anthro-Duck held up either hand before looking at it strangely. "Hmm, I didn't recognize that."

"And don't ask about our planet—" stated Razor—"there's a magnetic force, too."

"Your worlds are no different from ours really, are they?" asked Danny with a raised eyebrow.

"It's shocking, huh?" shrugged T-Bone.

Batman started walking forward to a cliff. "Come, everyone."

Stopping by the cliff, Batman scanned the entire rainforest below him, searching for ancient ruins or whatnot—just something to indicate where he and his motley crew of heroes were stranded. "I don't see anything that would indicate what rainforest we're in."

"I don't know about everyone else here," stated T-Bone, "but the whole thing is really messed up, you know?"

Razor was wide-eyed as he stared up at the sky. "Want to know what else is pretty messed up around here?"

"What?" asked a confused DarkWing.

"Look."

Following where the smaller orange Kat was pointing, the other nine heroes looked up and noticed the multi-colored sky and its two suns. Batman had a worried look on his face, DarkWing went slack-jawed as his eyes bulged to the size of saucers, Spider-Man most likely looked surprised (if not for his mask covering his face), T-Bone had an equally sickened/surprised look on his face as his partner, and the rest of the heroes looked up in wide-eyed shock.

Raimundo muttered in Spanish, "Madre de Simon Bolivar." (A/N: For those who didn't know, Madre de Simon Bolivar translates to "Mother of Simon Bolivar" in English.)

Only a moment of eerie silence passed by before Ron finally cracked. "That's it! We're done for! Game over! We're gonna die out here—out on some uncharted planet!"

"Ron," said a desperate Danny, "get a hold of yourself!"

"We're doomed! Doomed I tell you!"

"Calm down, Ron!" firmly stated Batman.

"We'll never see our family or friends again!"

"Ron," said Rai, nervously, through clenched jaws, "you're tripping out on us."

"Please tell me it's not happening—please tell me it's some nightmare that I'm not waking up from! Somebody! Anybody!"

A concerned Kim slapped her panic-stricken boyfriend across the face. "Ron—snap out of it!"

"Kim, what just happened?" asked the goofy teen in an exhausted, dumbstruck voice. "I just blacked out for a second there."

The spy girl grabbed her boyfriend by the shoulders and spoke to him in a mostly firm-sounding voice as she shook him a little. "Listen to me Ron—nobody is going to die out here. We are going to figure out how we'll get back home, but we need you to try and pull yourself together. Understand me?"

"Yeah, yeah—I understand KP. Crystal clear."

"Good. . . ." The spy girl paused for a moment, thinking about slapping the goofball teen. "Sorry about that."

"No, no, I had that coming."

". . . Hey Spider-Man, what's up with you?" asked DarkWing.

The famed web-slinger was looking up in the trees, and he didn't keep his eyes off of them as everyone followed his gaze. "I thought I saw something move in the trees."

*(Enter Predator Thermal Vision)*

"Do you see anything?" asked Spider-Man.

DW paused for a moment before shaking his head. "I don't. What about you guys?"

"Sorry," apologized Betty, "but I don't see anything."

*(Exit Predator Thermal Vision)*

The famed web-slinger sighed. "It's probably nothing. I guess I'm on edge right now that my Spidey senses are playing tricks on me."

Everyone paused for only a moment before Batman broke the silence. "I think it's time that we come up with a game plan."