Finally, the third part of the Danny Phantom/Teen Titan trilogy has begun!

I don't own either Danny Phantom or Teen Titans.

He couldn't remember the last time his action weren't being led on by Plasmius. Ever since he'd met the billionaire halfa at his parents' college reunion, it seemed like every move he made since was dictated by him. Sure, he'd been able to thwart Plasmius' plans when they were put into action, but each one seemed to put the teen deeper in the hole.

"It's chess, Daniel. Of course you don't understand. But then, you never really did."

Now he understood what he'd meant. Every victory or stalemate he'd manage to achieve over the elder half-ghost would only set him up for the next trap. Now Vlad had begun his final assault, and he'd covered all the bases.

~Flashback~

"Enjoying our little hospitality suite here in the Watchtower Daniel?" This comment snapped the teen out of his thoughts and brought his attention to the only other occupant in the room. Vlad hovered in the air right in front of the trapped teen, attempting to look as superior as possible to his captive.

"Plasmius. How'd they ever let a fruit-loop like you into the League?"

"A plea for redemption, a charity here and there, my vast knowledge of all things ghost, and my experience in dealing with the 'great' Danny Phantom," replied the elder halfa as he lowered himself down to the floor.

"And now's the part where you offer me my freedom in exchange for joining you. Ain't gonna happen," announced the ghost teen, a determined, defiant look adorning his face. The look instantly died away as Plasmius began to chuckle.

"You regard yourself too highly, Little Badger," replied the billionaire, catching the young halfa completely off guard.

"The only reason I ever wanted you was because I wanted the perfect half-ghost son. But thanks to a special modification I've made to the Spectral Energy Neutralizer…"he said, patting the top of the box. "I finally have your mid-morph DNA. Now I can clone my own son, one stronger and less difficult than you." Vlad looked down at Danny as the realization of what he'd just said began to sink in.

"You've lost your last weapon against me boy. You have nothing left to blackmail me with, no special gadgets made by your idiot father, and no one left to stop me from finally destroying you."

"The League doesn't believe in destroying criminals Plasmius," retorted the teen, a determined look on his face again.

"Which is why they are putting you on trial in a week," the billionaire replied. "And when you lose, I will finally destroy you."

"The Titans will stop you and prove my innocence, you fruit loop."

"They can't protect you this time Daniel. Even if they have proof, all I have to do is overshadow enough Leaguers and your guilty verdict is guaranteed." Vlad turned around and began walking out the door where a red-eyed, overshadowed technician stood. "And once you're out of the way, I will make sure they are the first to fall."

A sharp electric pain shot through his body as the Plasmius Maximus shocked him, his entire body glowing from the electric green charge before dissipating into smoke. He let out a small groan as his cube-shaped prison opened up and reverted back into its portable form. A set of gentle hands caught him before he could fall and helped him stand before guiding him to the small bathroom just outside the room. The little room had a toilet, a sink, and a mirror, but that was about it. They had made sure there was nothing in there he could use to escape with until his power returned, not that he'd bothered. There was just no point anymore.

After he was finished, he stepped out of the bathroom and was guided back to an interrogation room. He was moved over to the metal table and put into the chair facing the one way window. He heard the sound of the person walk towards the door, opening it, thanking someone on the other side before shutting it again. The footsteps got gradually louder as the person approached and soon a plate with mashed potatoes, a steak, and a side of vegetables was set in front of him.

"You must be starving. You haven't eaten in three days." The voice sounded kind and motherly, with an air of authority hidden in the background. He just stared at the warm food, not bothering to respond or even move. He couldn't find it in himself to eat anymore. The sour taste in his mouth pushed the thought and his body's craving for food far from his mind. Ever since his private conversation with Vlad, almost everything he did seemed to have lost purpose (the bathroom being the rare exception). All he seemed capable of doing anymore was remembering every fight he'd ever had and finding some way the billionaire half-ghost was involved.

Diana frowned as the young boy just stared at the food with cold, fading blue eyes. Growing up on Themyscira, she'd seen eyes like that before, though they were truly rare. Those eyes spoke of a loss so great that the person's spirit died, their body left behind to wither until it finally gave up too. His eyes still had a small flicker of life to them, but that light was slowly dimming away.

"If you don't like it, I can get you something else to eat," she offered. The boy just sat there, either not having heard her over whatever was going on in his head or too dead to answer. It truly saddened her to see someone so young end up like this, right at the start of his life and choosing to die rather than continue living.

She left the room thirty minutes of trying to talk with him, letting out a sigh after the door closed before walking into the room next door. Inside stood the original seven of the Justice League, along with Vlad Plasmius, Doctor Fate, and Zantanna.

"Have you managed to get anything from his mind J'onn," asked the Amazonian, watching as her green-skinned friend shook his head.

"Even though his powers are sealed, his ghost side is still preventing me from gleaming anything more than a feeling of hopelessness from his mind."

"Are you sure this is the same Danny Phantom that you said tricked an entire town into thinking he was saving it Plasy?" asked Flash as he turned to look at the blue-skinned halfa. "I mean, he doesn't look like the fierce, manipulative kid you described to us."

"Yeah," agreed Zantanna, turning to face Vlad. "Looks more like a broken kid than a dangerous super-villain."

"Don't believe everything you see when it comes to young Daniel," replied Plasmius, his eye never leaving the drooping teen. "This is nothing more than an act to draw upon our sympathy." They all turned their attention back onto the teen just in time to see him wobble slightly before falling face first into his plate of steak and mashed potatoes. Superman's eyes narrowed for a moment before widening.

"I don't think his heart stopping is part of the act," he said, rushing out of the room with everyone following behind him. Batman turned outside the doorway, catching the hopeful gleam and the beginnings of a victorious smile grow on the billionaire ghost hybrid's face before it vanished behind a panicked expression. The Dark Knight's eyes narrowed. Clearly Vlad was hiding something.

Hope you enjoyed the first chapter, cause there's plenty more where that came from.

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