#team phantom

Every second he spent could be a kid dying, was the grim thought, before he finally sped off. The Far Frozen was the first place he knew he could get help.

Danny doesn't think he's ever flown faster, and he tumbles into the snowy courtyard, breathing out a sigh of relief that he sees Frostbite in the distance.

"Frostbite!" He calls as he pushes off towards the yeti. "I really need your help! Like, right now!"

-

Red Huntress smashed through another window of a car with a grunt, shoving her gauntleted hand into the door to unlock it.

It was only the first week of September, and still hot as Satan's morning breath in the Midwest. Kids old enough to could easily get out of their parents' cars without a key, but babies? Snowballs chance in this hell.

Thankfully, this car wasn't too new, so no laminated windows. Her hands were numb and thank god her armor was red or she'd be scaring everyone with her blood smearing everywhere.

Another baby. She let out an exhausted, rattling breath as she looked at the freeway ahead of her, chin hitting her chest.

A murmur. A sound of crying from the kids making camp underneath a cluster of trees in the distance.

Phantom better get his ass moving, or there's going to be too many who don't make it.

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Danny is walking into a den of undead werewolves with a 8 foot tall ghost yeti and thinks he might've just actually died and this is a fever dream.

"Wulf! Ni bezonas vian helpon!"

At least some of the other yetis had gone out to also recruit help, he considered, acting like he was an optimistic person.

-

It was getting really crowded. Sam had started to direct ghosts that came out of the portal to the front lawn of Fenton Works.

Somewhere between centaurs (???) and Lunch Lady, Danny appeared with Frostbite and probably a hundred and fifty yetis.

She's not freaking out. Because Cherry Bomb cannot have a plant frat party on the Fenton's lawn.

It takes a minute or so with ghosts of all shapes and sizes spilling onto the road for her to leap down from where she stood to land next to Danny.

"Is that Youngblood?" Tucker asks, pointing to the little feral pirate child.

"He's sadistic." Sam pointed out.

"He hates me." Jazz chimed in.

"He'll help us."

Danny's tone was firm, and they didn't have the time to spare for more arguments.

"You have a plan, Danny?" His sister questioned, gently.

With a nod, Phantom floated upwards and projected his voice.

"Okay! If you didn't already hear, everyone over eighteen is gone." He clasped his hands and tried not to wring them. "But there's a lot of kids in danger. Hot cars, hospitals, planes, ships, their own houses. And I know that Amity isn't a great reflection of... well. Humans. But children need our help."

Danny looked over the amassed ghosts. There was... probably three hundred, if not more of them, and his skin itched with the amount of gazes. "I'm calling a Guardian Truce. That means that you will be held accountable if you harm property or people in a time of peril for the innocent. Okay? Okay."

"Look babe, we get it." Drawled Ember, who looked begrudging but still agreeable. "Now what do you want us to do?"

Danny hadn't really gotten all that far yet.

He shot a look down to Team Phantom. They obliging took over as he settled back onto the grass.

"Frostbite, we really need your people and couple of the wulves to go to hospitals across the globe. There's kids and babies in the NICU that need you." Jazz urged, gesturing to the large yetis. There were a few nods, as a couple of werewulves began to rip portals and get them through.

"Youngblood," began Tucker, "so, man, can you and your crew go to the seas? Help kids on boats back to land?"

A scowl. But they too flew off in the nearest direction of a body of water.

"Pandora, centaurs—you’re the fastest we’ve got. Prioritize ambulance routes and freeway pileups. And—uh—could you cover Greece while you’re at it?"

Danny finally let out a breath as his friends began to organize.

It was grim, but not hopeless.

"Queen Dorathea! You and your knights have to go get kids off of planes. They're only on autopilot for so long." Came the strained voice of Jazz as she handed her brother a protein bar.

It was going to be a really long day.

"Oi, Phantom." He snapped his head up at Ember floating in front of him, arms crossed. "Chin up. You're center stage, so you're gonna have to perform. You get my tune?"

"This isn't a performance."

A snort. "Kid, everything is a performance. Something something Shakespeare quote."

"Gee, thanks." There was a brittle laugh, but it was something.

"Alright, pipsqueak." A kick to his shoulder from her combat boots. "Go tell Lunch Lady to go somewhere before she starts telling you you're too skinny."

A grimace, but he obliged.

It only took a few minutes, but by the end, Danny and Tucker were already instructing the ghosts left behind.

Jazz had taken Cujo (unfortunately) as he could both teleport and have enhanced senses. Sam had gone with Wulf not too long ago.

Kitty, Ember, Pointdexter and Elastica were then spread out across the globe. It was like throwing darts at this point.

And then it was just Phantom, his best friend, and a couple of wulves pacing restlessly.

He stared at his phone buzzing with calls for help.

“If this goes wrong,” Tucker murmured, “no one’s coming to bail us out.”

Danny exhaled shakily. "Then it can't go wrong."

"The end of the world before drivers ed?" Dead Tech huffed. "Maan, this sucks."

"Absol-fucking-lutely." He held out a fist to bump. Danny's comm crackled with relays of information.

"Les go."

Two portals ripped open, spilling an unearthly green light.

No backup, minimal actual training, no mentors, and barebones of a plan.

Ah, well. Team Phantom for the win.

+ The champions have to be live-streamed throughout the universe for energy reasons like the excitement created from watching them can be used as energy?? Idk (bc otherwise, things would be too nice for the DC world). (in reality, I just love live-show stuff with reactions from the world idk what it’s called)

+ The names of Team Phantom and their main sponsees are:

Danny: He Who Is the End (nobody bc he technically is the boss, so he gives everyone a bit of power)

Dani: Death’s Doppelgänger (Steph)

Dan: The Devourer of Worlds (Dick)

Jazz: The Kingmaker (Jason)

Tucker: The Metalworking Pharaoh (Barbara)

Sam: Mother of Nature (Dami)

Valerie: The Crimson Huntress (Cass)

Wes: The Origin’s Investigator (Bruce)

Clockwork: Keeper of Time (Duke)

Frostbite: Leader of the Cold Ones (Alfred)

Pandora: Guardian of the Box (Tim)

Princess Dorathea: Queen of Dragons (Kate)

(I don’t know much about Harper, Cullen, Luke, etc, so they’re not included)

+ Team Phantom is especially strong against other gods because of Danny’s power and role as the Ghost King. Since he controls death, all of the other gods are extremely scared of him because he can permanently end them.

+ At first, the Batfamily was extremely distrusting of Team Phantom because they were wary about the whole situation with being chosen to fight other people and monsters so they could literally save the world, but eventually, they were won over.

+ Team Phantom is extremely protective of the Bats, often bending rules to give them extra tools, rewards, and help when they need it. Other gods are extremely pissed by this, but they can’t do anything because Tucker and Valerie clean up any evidence.