Another not funny thing because I'm bored.
You know all those prompts where Danny gets stranded in DC and the JL keep preventing him from going home? Here's the opposite, taking place after he escaped DC. Except this prompt's got more Nicktoons. And Marvel based stuff
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The conference room held its usual tension. Around the table, the Justice League sat as the hologram at its center shifted through a series of figures, each one pulling the room's attention toward Batman's measured cadence.
The first image was of a late teen, very muscular and broad shouldered, dressed in pink robes and green pants. A gold necklace hung at his chest, Pisces-themed, with two crowns on opposite sides. On opposite hands were mandalas of light, one with pink and the other in green.
"Timmy Turner," Batman said. "Master magician. Capable of facing Doctor Fate as an equal in the field of magic."
The hologram shifted. Another late teen, this one with orange skin and green hair, seated in a hover chair.
"James Neutron. Professor N. Alleged PhD from Yale."
The image changed again without pause. The same figure, but larger, far more muscular, shirt torn at the seams, expression locked into cold fury.
"And his alter ego, Jim. Strength comparable to Solomon Grundy, Blockbuster, and Bane."
The next figure was a redheaded teen, and then the image transformed, the same teen rendered entirely in metal, blue-toned, a beam of energy firing from her chest.
"Jenny Wakeman. Invincible Woman. Her capabilities mirror those of Captain Atom and Green Lantern combined." Batman let that settle before continuing. "She founded Wakeman Industries before her disappearance."
That name moved through the room differently. They all remembered Wakeman Industries. A tech company that had appeared seemingly from nowhere and proceeded to release breakthroughs at a pace no one could account for. Among them, an X-ray machine capable of detecting cancer years ahead of any existing method, and a cure for late-stage McGregor's Syndrome. The company had not slowed in the interim. Its current CEO, Ronald Panns, had kept it operational and expanding.
The hologram moved to the last figure. A late teen with black hair and white at his temples, dressed in a black hazmat suit with white gloves and boots.
"Danny Fenton. Mr. Phantom. The most dangerous of the group." Batman's eyes moved briefly across the table before he continued. "He holds an alleged MD from Rush Medical College. His surgical expertise, at minimum, is not in dispute. As with the others, he and his team claim origin from another universe."
None of that was new information. The League had spent years accumulating it, piece by piece, through stakeouts and other forms of surveillance that had actually held together. What had emerged from those efforts was a profile that still sat uneasily with most of them. These teenagers had come from a world where the adults responsible for handling supervillains largely hadn't. Where the burden had fallen, repeatedly and without adequate support, onto people who should not have been carrying it.
They had arrived in this universe and immediately begun stealing from tech companies, fighting the League when cornered, working toward the construction of a portal with a singlemindedness that hadn't left room for negotiation. Every attempt to intercept them, to redirect them, to bring them in, had failed. Every one. And then the portal had opened, and they had gone through it, and that had appeared to be the end of it.
"It's a solid recap," Flash said, leaning back. "But why pull them up now? It's been years since they went through that portal."
"Because while everyone moved on," Batman said, "I kept working. I've tracked where the portal led."