Phantom on the Shore - A Batman X Danny Phantom Crossover fanfic

Prelude to Chaos

Walking over to brew a cup of coffee Agent R glanced over to Agent H slightly, "Ever since she got pregnant she has been on my ass minor things. Seriously, that woman needs to learn how to calm down," Agent H stifled back a soft chuckle. "By the way, how do you want you coffee?"

"Cream and sugar, I don't mind which brew you pick."

"Hm, alright"

Drip Drip Drop. . .

Agent H furrowed his brow slightly annoyed. He had been able to ignore the constant dripping in the hallway. It made sense for a leak to occur. Most faculty in the building did not mind the hallways being messy, nor certain rooms in this building, but the break room? Who was paying those janitors and repair men.

Even after taking a sip of the coffee Agent R had given him, the distaste in his mouth did not leave. In fact, the bitter taste of the caffeinated beverage only made the sensation worse.

Beep Beep Beep

The sound of an alarm shook him out of his thoughts. Sensing the buzzing vibrations of something on his person, Agent H swiftly took out his phone and turned the alarm off. Muttering a stream of curses towards the minor jump-scare faintly, he sighed and took a short glance towards Agent R's way, "Seems like duty is starting soon." There was a glint in both of their eyes.

A glint many in this building all shared.

Drip Drip Drop. . .

Ignoring the now infuriating sound of the ceiling leaking, Agent H and R walked towards their respective stations. H had turned left at a fork in the road--would it be called a fork in the hallway in this case?--and R had gone right.

Pushing a hand slightly on a door, Agent H stepped in. The first thing that invaded his senses was the foul smell of something metallic. Grumbling as he crinkled his nose with a mixture of disgust and annoyance, Agent H had muttered more curses under his breath. Whoever was in charge of cleaning would most definitely be getting fired. Nonetheless, the man stepped further inside the room and placed his bag down on top of a table.

Opening it slightly, Agent H pulled out a pair of gloves and swiftly donned them before extracting nearly everything from his bag. They were merely tools necessary for work, nothing more and nothing else. Turning to his left, a composed smile adorned his face. The morning had begun by irritating him, yet he knew a way to cool his nerves.

Brown eyes, hidden behind black sunglasses, met a dull, icy blue gaze. An entity, no older than 19, lay strapped to a table. And that's all it did—lay there, with eyes as wide as the gap between Niagara Falls, separating Toronto and Goat Island. Eyes that felt hollow of life, as if they belonged to a world over yonder. Eyes that were both focused and unfocused. However, the slow rising and falling of the entity's chest betrayed the fact that it was still very much alive.

If you could call it being alive.

"I know you're awake, scum. No use in feigning unconsciousness when this room is set up to prevent you from falling asleep," Agent H mused with venom lacing his voice as he grabbed an item from the table. Growing closer, he could assess more clearly the condition of the creature. If the thing was fully sentient, perhaps the agent would feel a small amount of pity at its pitiful state.

Its skin was pale, nearing the same white hue as the building's surroundings; similarly, his suit matched the overall pallor as well. The already faint breathing pattern was ragged. There had always been a possibility that, although non-sentient, it could feel pain. Yet, an even higher likelihood existed that it was merely an act—a facade to elicit sympathy from anyone it could. The creature was dangerous, and if left unchecked, it could and would cause mass destruction.