I own nothin, all rights to to their oywners. Also, inspiration came from the many, many Danny works in a coffee shop in jump city sories. So, while it may not be original, I wanted to to this any way. Oh, and sorry for any weird spellings of sentences, my computer broke and fan fiction isn't very mobile friendly.

He had failed.

Oh, how he had failed. Miserably, spectacularly, it was all the same. A failure, that's what he was. What had he failed at, you ask?

Oh nothing big. Just at his job as being a hero. Just at protecting people, namely his friends and family. Just at not beating the bad guy just in time to save the day. Yeah, he was pretty much a loser.

Honestly, he didn't know why he had begun thinking any other way. Well, Sam, poor, dead Sam, had told him that his powers could help people, save lives!

In the end it was his hands that killed her. His powers. His future hands, but his hands nonetheless. If only he had never gotten these powers, then they would still be alive. He would just be a normal, average kid. Maybe he could still be that. Maybe he should leave. Pretend he never got powers, that he never lived in Amity Park. Sure they would miss their hero, but who would miss the poor old loser Danny Fenturd? Move away. Somewhere beside the sea. Somewhere safe, with a low crime rate. His bleeding heart could never ignore someone in need.

Danny Fenton slowly lifted his dirtied, dead expression from the charred ground, just in time to catch a flier with his face. Pulling it away, he stared at it.

Jump City. Perfect. Almost like someone wanted him there, where he would begin his new life, leaving this one behind. Two bright circles formed around his waist. Oh, now it works. Strangely, he wondered how Vlad would take this, the object of so many years of obsession gone, in a flash of smelly sauce. As he lifted off the ground, he gazed at his gloved hands. He knew that the normal excitment of flight wouldn't be enough to lift him now.

Especially since he knew it would be his last flight if he had anything to say about it.

Life had a way of screwing him over. Specifically his powers! However much Danny wanted to forget, his powers seemed to disagree. Right now, he stood alone, surrounded by desert.

"GET..." He began, feeling the intense energies swirling inside him. "OUUUT!" He screamed aloud, a swirling blue and green vortex erupting from his body, the focal point of a terrific blast the tore away and froze the earth and sand. The mixture of ghostly energies blasted into the hot desert sand, inflicting the earth with a frozen crater of epic proportions, Danny Phantom hovering directly over it's very most center. The blast of green had traveled further, a pitiful remaining wave tearing apart the fragile clouds high in the sky. He slowly floated down, the hated white rings washing over his body and depositing him inside the large crater, totally spent

Despite his wish that he had no powers, the energies inherent in all ghosts built up inside him, overflowing and even hurting him. It had started with just the green ectoplasm, but when he began to freeze solid, he feared the worst.

He now had two ghostly energies, despertaly fighting for freedom within the confines of his small body. And as the year passed, unfortunately his powers grew ever faster. The need for a release of energy was becoming far too frequent.

But a solution to his ever growing problem was for another day. His absence from the crater was of utmost importance, for many superheroes and villains have long since discovered the mighty holes in the desert landscape. The more astute, such as the Dark Knight of Gotham could tell they were growing steadily, in power and in magnitude. Super powered beings all over were searching for this new player in their game of good and evil. And they all knew that this mysterious force would eventually be in a desert. It was becoming harder and harder to stay hidden.

He forced his arise and clambered from the icy crater. He gripped the smooth sides, his fingers breaking into the ice with ghostly strength. He let the once comforting white rings wash over him, transforming him to Danny Phantom. As much as he didn't want this form, he had to use it to return to Jump City from the Sonoran Desert.

He'd be slower getting back than his over fueled arrival, but perhaps he wouldn't be fired out of another job.

"Hey Mirty!" Danny called out cheerfully to his manager. "How's it hanging?" The freckled ginger winked, giving a smile to his friend.

"You know, the usual. Little to the left." Danny faked a wince, grabbing a broom and interrupting its happy break leaning on the wall.

"Ew, didn't need to know." He deftly spun the broom in his fingers, before slaming it down and giving a mock alute. "I'm off to valiently sweep this floors, sir!"

"Godspeed, private." As Danny left the area reserved for workers, his fake smile slowly drained away. It was debatably more exhausting keeping up the act than letting out all his energy. But he had learned that if your friends with the manager, he was less likely to fire you than an anti social shut-off that scared away the customers. Besides, Mirty was cool. He even sometimes made Danny genuinely laugh, the dork.

Danny got to work, not realizing what the night held in store for him

After a few hours of serving the populous in the form of coffee, he was admitted leave. He gratefully took it, feeling strangely invigorated. He could still feel the energy-expulsion's effects on his overall energy, but he was regaining it way too fast. He walked home, an apartment. When he had arrived at Jump City almost exactly a year ago, he immeaditly received a package on entering its borders. A postman, told by a mysterious figure to wait for him, and to deliver the package.

inside it was enough money for several months and payment for an apartment. Whilst he didn't know whom did it, and the postman somehow forgetting ever speaking to Danny or meeting the figure couldn't help, he took it. It wasn't a bad apartment, but it wasn't exactly 5-star hotel material. In any case, he took what he could get. The money just managed to support him until he got a steady job, like whomever delivered it knew. But that was impossible.

He collapsed into his squeaky bed, ready for sleep. Sleep, was one thing he wasn't allowed. Just as he drifted off, a deafening boom rocked the whole apartment, and he shot up to look outside the window at the large green cloud. "What the-" he watched as a strange girl stood from a small crater. She wore strange, black armor and had deep red hair. Around her arms was a strange shackle looking thing. She growled menacingly at the people around her.

One, possessed by the general populous' need for picutres, tooK one, the light from the morons phone blinding the stranger, and more importantly, angering her. She gave an angry scream, twisting around as the civilians ran. She took an impossible bound into the air and smashed her cuffed hands down onto a car, crushing it beyond any future use. Even its little car grandchildren would be feeling that one. With strength like that, he couldn't just stand by.

He raced down the stairs, past all the stupified people, and skidded to a stop in the street as she searched around for something else to smash. She kept glancing down at her shackles. As she made for a pillar holding up a terrace of people, Danny finally called out, pulling his hood over his head so no one could make out his identity.

"Hey princess! Mind not wrecking the place?!" He called out, alone in the plaza. She spun in anger, facing this new intruder, her eyes glowing green fueled by anger and fear. Wait...fear? He didn't know how he could tell, but he most definitely could. Maybe her demeanor, her stance, her aura, as weird as that sounds. Whatever it was, something told him she was more a cornered animal than a rampaging monster.

Even so, she had to be stopped. He deftly dodged a superhuman attack, a swing of her shackles, a mighty kick, a flying car, all barely passing him. Some, clipping straight through him. He brought up a leg and struck her abdomen, sending her skidding back. Only one problem.

"Holy HELL it's like kicking a wall!" He hopped on one foot, the other clutched in his arms, being nursed. He glanced at the girl, getting ready to charge. Okay, brute force wouldn't work. Jumping backwards, his hands became encased in a green glow. As much as he didn't want to, there were people in danger.

The girl's eyes widened, staring at his glowing outstretched hands. She paused in wonder. She mumbled something in a foreign language, wonder and confusion a acsenting her speech.

Realizing perhaps this wasn't the best route to take, his first glow faded, and only his outstretched hand remained. He held up both hands in hopes it would convey. "Look, stop!" To his amazement, she paused. He didn't put his arms down, instead lifting them higher, showing he was unarmed. "Look, I can help. Just let me..." He pointed to her shackles. She looks down at them then back up at Danny. Slowly, he held her tense forearms and concentrated. It was hard when the girl in front of him could change her mind and break his spine in a kick. As he activated his powers, his eyes turned from icy blue to toxic green.

Suddenly, her shackles fell from her arms, landing with a heavy thud against the concrete. She looked at him, the glow fading as her green eyeslooked into his only visible feature. His green eyes turning back to blue."There, that bet-" he was cut off by a small metal object slamming into his back and sending him sprawling foreword, into the concrete. The girl turned in surprise and anger as another metal object narrowly missed her.

Standing down the street was the boy wonder, Robin. "You two are under arrest." With him stood a small, green teenager wearing a dumb mask, and a tall black man wearing a hoodie and gloves-and holding a ripped up light post as a bat. Behind them stood a shy girl in a purple cloak, trying to get them to stop.

Danny scrambled up, glaring at Batman's sidekick. "Oh no, it's Batman's sidekick! The walking, talking, traffic light!" He needed, frustrating the teen hero more. "Look, I took care of the scary, super-girl okay?" He turned to the red head. "Speaking of, you cooled down enough to talk now, or-" he was interupted when she grabbed his head and suddenly kissed him, right on the lips. He didn't know this was her species ways of transmitting knowledge, and he was a teenager, so he didn't complain.

She suddenly (to suddenly for Danny) pulled away, and pushed him back. "If you wish to live, either of you, I suggest you leave me alone!" She leapt up, flying into the air and quickly soaring away. Danny blinked.

"Well okay. That was just plain rude." He seemed to remember the boy-wonder. "Oh, right, bye!" He leapt up as well, gave a small, cheeky wave, and took off into the night sky, turning invisible so he could just go back to his apartment.

He really hoped everyone would forget about it by tomorrow morning. Unfortunately, the universe didn't want him sleeping till morning.