A/N: Enjoy!

Save Them?

It was always hard for Danny to connect with someone. He had thought that other ghosts went through the same problem. That is, until he actually met one.

His first time meeting a ghost was not a pleasant one. He can remember the day as if looking through a crystal-clear lens. It happened 10 years ago, 2 years after he was captured.

(Flashback)

An 8-year-old S1 was trembling in his cells. He had just come back from the experimentation room, another painful vivisection. He was trying so hard to stay in ghost form, that way his blood flow would stop since he was technically dead in ghost form. Slowly, his eyes shut, and he fell into another nightmare filled sleep.

When S1 woke up, he was in human form and bleeding heavily, almost too heavy for a human adult, much less a child. S1's vision was blurry, so he tried to blink, but was still confused. This wasn't his cell. The stained white walls were replaced with pristine white tiles and a concrete ground, both of which lightly glowed red.

S1 stood up, but his legs gave up almost immediately. Too much blood loss, damn.

S1 looked around the room again and found that it was filled with weapons that were pointed towards him. He moved to the left a bit and the guns followed.

After a few more minutes of rest, he finally had the strength to stand up and transform. A whirring noise then static rang over the speakers. S1 covered his sensitive ears.

"Subject #1. Ready to proceed?" A voice asked.

S1 nodded his head, unsure of what was happening. He figured it was him against the guns.

"Subject #83. Ready to proceed?"

Wait, another subject? Is this one like him or something different?

Tiles from the wall split apart to reveal a door. Another ghost! S1 had never seen another ghost before. This one looked to be made of metal and they were really tall. They towered a few heads over S1.

"Begin!" The speakers announced.

When they were fully in the room, #83 looked around for their competitor, only to find a kid. They were bewildered as to why the agents would make them fight a kid. 83 didn't want to fight a kid, especially this one. The child seemed to be radiating power.

A small shock was delivered to both subjects. 83 didn't flinch while S1 did. 83 felt sympathy for the small being. He should not have to endure this torture.

"Proceed." The voice growled again.

If they didn't fight, then it was sure torture for both. 83 didn't want to face the torture if he lost, but this kid looked even worse than he did.

S1 pounced, starting the fight. Even though he was a kid, he knew the risks of not obeying orders. Thinking about it sent a chill down his spine.

83 went into battle stance, prepared to go easy on the kid, but was pleasantly surprised when the smaller on threw him against the wall with little to no effort. Sure, they were ghosts, but to each other, they were still heavy.

83 crashed against the wall and stood with a small groan. This kid could pack a punch.

S1 started hovering above the ground, making his legs into a wispy tail to conserve energy. S1 made his eyes glow green, along with his hands, and started shooting towards the other ghost.

83 dodged all blasts and charged, needing to make the fight look believable. He got a few punches in, feeling bad for hitting the already injured child.

S1 took the hits and landed a few of his own. He didn't want to fight but the consequences were horrible if he didn't. Each time he hit the metal man, he would mumble an apology in Esperanto, the ghost language.

83 figured that the kid had known nothing more than this facility, for he was fighting like a trained assassin, yet with none of the bloodlust. 83 knew that he had to talk to the kid, make him feel like he had options.

"Kid," his metallic voice yelled out in his native language. The small child flinched a bit at the volume but stopped for a bit.

"You don't need to apologize. I along with others know your troubles and what they do to you." S1 flinched at that thought. "But know that there are more of us out there who will fight with you if we ever escape. You are now one of us." 83 finished.

"What is your name?" 83 asked.

"S1." S1 answered.

83 sighed. This agency even stripped him of his name.

"Do you know your real name?" He inquired.

S1 shook his head no.

"Well, mine is Skulker, and you have won this fight." Skulker said when S1 fired a beam at him, effectively knocking him out.

(End Flashback)

Danny still felt bad for what he did to Skulker, but being a child, he didn't want to be tortured for losing the match. He often thinks about all the other ghosts who were transported to other facilities. Danny wished he could save all of them, and perhaps he will, one day.

Danny, who forgot where he was, looked up at his, now adopted, mother, Wonder Woman. She stroked his hair and rubbed his back in a soothing gesture. Danny never wanted this moment to end, but it had to

"Are you ready to go back?" Diana asked. She wasn't forcing Danny to comply, but her voice was giving him the option, much like Skulker.

Danny nodded and phased the both of them inside, surprising Black Canary and Jasmine when they randomly appeared.

Jazz wanted to run to her brother and hug him, but she figured that the action would go unappreciated and would scare him off again. Jazz would give anything to have her baby brother back.

Danny whispered to Diana and she nodded. He gave her a small nod and started to walk towards Jazz. She felt herself go tense with fear and excitement.

Danny reached her, and she felt the need to start apologizing for some odd reason.

"Ace, I-"

"Danny. My real name is Danny." He interrupted.

Jazz felt the hot, fat tears run down her cheeks. A small part of her brother was back.

Danny pulled Jazz into a hug and she melted into it. Jazz was loudly crying, not caring about the others in the room, she finally had a piece of her brother back.

Psimon stepped out of the shadows of the room and threw a challenging glare towards M'gann.

"My, my, M'gann. You've grown a bit. Do white martians normally grow this fast?" He taunted.

M'gann was fighting off some tears. Sure, she had come out to her team about being a white martian, but she was very self-conscious about it.

"What do you want, Psimon?" She yelled.

"A little birdie told me about a new… specimen you have. I want him for a certain Queen of mine. She is very interested in him." He smirked while pacing around the cage. He walked towards the two Kryptoians and held a small green gm between them. They both clenched their teeth in the comatose state.

"Connor!" M'gann yelled.

Robin had pulled out a small file and started to file the glowing bars. It seemed to be working a bit, but not enough. He waved over Kid Flash while M'gann kept Psimon busy and motioned for him to take the file.

"You shouldn't worry about him. You should worry about yourselves." Psimon's voice was radiating glee.

"And why is that?" M'gann growled.

Psimon's grin grew even wide, if possible. "Fire isn't good for any species, apparently.

The once glowing bars bursted into flames. Kid Flash yelped and dropped the file, his hands charred a bit. M'gann dropped to the ground, as did Aqualad.

"I can stop this fire, if you tell me the location of the ghost boy."

The teammates inside the cage were all on the ground sweating. Robin spoke.

"N-Ne-ver." His voice cracked form the heat. It had been a while since any of them had eaten or drank anything. The heat would eventually swallow them whole.

"Then, I'll leave you like this til you're ready to save your teammates instead of a stranger." Psimon tossed the Kryptonite between the two Kryptonians and watched as everyone struggle before being swallowed into the shadows again.

A/N: HEYO MY PEOPLES! Hope you enjoyed this short-ish chapter. Sorry for not posting for a while, but I already have ideas for the next chapter. Also sorry for some feels you guys might be feeling, but I'm not that sorry. Anyways, questions, comments, suggestions? See ya real soon!