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

You Will Reap What You Sow

If its guess was accurate, it marked the fifth day of the week from its inception. On this day, the creature endured agonizing examinations and torment by the Agents. The fifth day seemed to be the Agents' preferred time for insults and degrading remarks. Was last night a dream? The creature rarely dreamed, but when it did, they were very vivid.

(It really wished it wasn't a dream. It had felt happy for once.)

"Ectoplasmic scum"

Expecting to face an Agent, the creature turned abruptly but found itself in a transformed environment. The once bright dissection room had morphed into an expansive, blank landscape, initially blindingly bright.

The landscape was bright. Too bright. To the point it hurt the creatures eye's and he had to squint.. but its eyes didn't truly hurt. It was more irritating than anything.

"Look at how pitiful it tries to be."

Turning around once more, the once bright landscape had now transitioned into an engulfing, all-consuming, dark void.

"We're helping you by doing this, you freak of nature"

It wanted the voices to stop. To shut up. It yearned for the cacophony of voices to cease. It desperately gripped its head as it called out in agony. The voices were loud. Too loud. With every syllable spoken, each reverberated, causing its head to vibrate painfully.

"Wouldn't this injure it?"

"Shut up." The creature murmured softly.

"Oh please. It's only acting that way to gain a sense of sympathy."

"Shut up." It spoke again, with more volume in its voice.

"Ah what were your late parents' words? 'I'm going to rip you apart, molecule by molecule'? A wonderful idea, is it not?"

"Shut up!" It was now yelling at this point, desperate for it to be heard.

"You're nothing more than an anomaly. You should have stayed dead when you were fourteen. At least then you were still human."

SHUT UP

Danny The creature abruptly awoke with a start, a cry escaping its throat. It clamped its mouth shut, aware of the Agents' aversion to loud disturbances.

(Oh dear. Oh gods. The Agents didn't like it when it got too loud. They would punish him severely over this.)

The irritable sound of a heartbeat reverberated in its head, the rhythmic thumping synchronizing with the pounding within its skull. Wincing in pain, the creature instinctively brought a hand up to its forehead.

Distracted, the creature physically flinched when the door suddenly slammed opened.

(Did it always have a door in its cell?)

A man barged in, panting and breathless, as if he had abandoned everything to come to the creature's aid. His hand remained stationed on top of the door—which had almost been thrown off its hinges—as he stared intensely at the creature. Worry and .. an indiscernible emotion dominated the man's eyes.

It took a moment, but the creature recognized him. The raven-black with a contrasting white streak. The buff and muscular build that that towered over it and could—and most like have—snap a man in halves with little to no resistance. The blue eye that seemed to glow a hint of green if an emotion overwhelmed their owner. Jason Todd stood in front of the creature.