Since Barry Allen is insisting I write this, I'll do as he orders. My name's Danny Phantom. You may have heard of me when I was protecting Amity Park, or when I appeared as part of the Justice League, or maybe the Avengers. Either way, I should explain. Many, many years ago I found out I was immortal. Stuck as a fourteen-year-old boy forever. Amity Park hasn't needed my help in decades though. I enlisted the help of any ghost I could get on my side to help protect the town. In return, they could release their obsessions in small ways, not going all 'conquer the world' on me. They couldn't leave Amity Park of course, but they helped protect their haunt. I eventually joined my cousin Dani in traveling the world.

I drifted for a while, then ended up in Gotham City. I suppose before I bore you with all the details of how I met Batman, then began helping him with dealing with supernatural things, I should explain what's different. For one, I'm quite a bit taller but still wear my old HAZmat suit. Never did find out how to make it so I changed into different clothes. For another, I pretty much dropped the last name Fenton. According to the world, Daniel Fenton died in a lab experiment ages ago. In all honesty, I didn't actually die, I'm still a halfa, but I was seriously injured. Many people thought I was dead, so we rolled with it. People were beginning to get suspicious that Daniel Fenton hadn't aged a day since the lab explosion. I'll still walk around in human form, but I changed my clothes to jeans, a random t-shirt, and a warm jacket, ages ago.

With that out of the way, I'll continue to my side of the story of when I met Batman for the first time.

In my defense, I hadn't been watching this new vigilante for very long. I didn't know how he fought, and that meant I could get in his way if I tried to join the battle. Plus, he looked like he was doing okay. Well, until the ugly clown showed up. His white face and green hair reminded me of a ghost, but since my ghost sense didn't go off, he had to be mortal. With the crazy grin on his face, he was probably at least a little insane, so while Batman took care of that idiot joker, I decided I could at least help with the regular thugs.

The evil joker person kept pulling out silly weapons that somehow worked, and that kept the Batman at bay enough for the fight to continue while I fought the goons. They weren't very intelligent, so when I turned intangible and they ran straight through me, they still turned around to try and run at me again. Seriously, apparently, you can't find good supervillain help these days. I simply allowed the goons to punch each other in the face for a little while, then knocked the remaining ones out and tied them to the wall with a steel girder I froze in place.

"Hey, joker dude!" I shouted, flying up to where the joker idiot and Batman were fighting.

"Joker's my name and pranking's my game!" He called cheerfully, pulling a gun out of nowhere and shooting it at me. The only thing that came out the end was a flag that read, 'Bang'.

"Well, Joker, you should pay attention to the person that's actually close enough to knock you out!" I called back, noticing Batman was getting ready to immobilize him with a vaguely bat-shaped boomerang. The newly named Joker turned around just in time to be hot, knocking him unconscious.

"Thank you," Batman said, slinging the unconscious villain over his shoulder.

I gasped, putting a hand on my chest. "Batman thanked me!"

He sighed, putting a hand on his head. "I don't want to see you out here again, Gotham is a far too dangerous place for a kid your age to be roaming around."

"I'll have you know, I am quite old, I'm approaching 50." I shot back, landing in front of him. Batman was not a small man by any means, and as it was, I had to look up at him.

"And I'm the man of steel." He replied sarcastically.

"Really?" I asked skeptically. "The fourteen bruises you'll end up with because of this fight say otherwise. Also, your leg was broken less than a week ago, but you can walk on it because the break is on the fibula." I knew all that because I'd become very familiar with how much force it took for a human to bruise, and how much it took for a bone to break. If I wasn't correct, I'd be irritated.

"How did you-" he stopped, realized there were police sirens outside.

"I got the Joker, you escape. Based on your history, you can't afford another run-in with the cops." He looked torn for a moment but finally relented. He handed the Joker to me, and I slung the clown over my shoulder. "See you around, Bruce Wayne." I quickly went invisible and dropped though the floor, not bothering to listen for his reply.

"This is the GCPD, come out with your hands up!" I sighed. This would hopefully end with the Joker in prison, and me following Batman back to his house, ugh, that sounded creepy.

"I think I've got someone you want," I shouted back, slowly floating out of the warehouse, one hand in the air, the other keeping Joker from having a collision with the floor.

"How did you- nevermind, just hand him over, and come with us quietly." The commissioner said, his gun out in front of him.

"I'll do the first one, but not the second," I replied. "And I had the help of a certain bat."

Apparently, I came into the light properly for the first time, because the commissioner gasped. "What's a kid like you doing out here?"

"Seriously, you guys need to stop asking that, for the last time, I'm perfectly able to take care of myself." I surrendered the Joker to the cops but floated up into the air as soon as they had him in cuffs. "I'll probably see you around. Maybe at that circus that performs tomorrow night." I waved, soaring away, heading to the massive mansion on the distant hill.

It wasn't hard to find the Batcave, I simply phased through the ground until I found it. Batman wasn't there yet, so I settled myself in a spinny chair, and began spinning around in circles to entertain myself.

"What are you doing?" The dark knight's voice cut me from my mindless spinning.

 (A/N) Hey, I figured a cliffhanger that no one would read would be fine. Spinny chairs, not the best idea... And Danny has his first friend! Fun! No, Secilia Cross and her affiliated world will not be apart of this, that would be more headaches then I'm willing to deal with. Cause, I don't want anyone dead. Bye! See you next Saturday!