Streets in chaos. Buildings falling apart at the scene. Windows have been shattered. Walls looked ready to fall at any given time. People all across the town were fleeing in terror.

Fire was spreading across one building. As rubble started to fall down on a group of civilians, a gold force field formed around them. The civilians were met with gold eyes. They took a step back, out of fear. But did he care? No.

"I'm gonna open a path, and you need to use it to escape," he ordered the civilians.

He could see the ever-present fear on their faces.

"Trust me, or not, I don't care," he told them. ''But you need to get out.''

He screamed, gold sound waves coming out. The sound waves burst through the rubble like sizers through a piece of paper. The scream blew up the wall it was directed at. It made a clear path to the streets outside. The civilians all raced out of the burning building. They didn't even bother to thank their savior.

As the roof began to cave, ash fell around him. he covered his eyes and made his way to the street. He flew out with his bright white bird wings. Gold boots touched the ground as he surveyed what was above him.

"You can beat him, big brother," he says.

Two streams of light flew across the sky. Every time they collided, there was a burst of energy and force that pulsed across the entire town. One stream, a light green that was about the size of a teenager. The other, an adult size dark green light. They were fighting.

The younger one was thrown down, right out of the sky. He crashed into the street. A line, like a trench, was created as he crashed. His black hazmat suit was covered in many cuts, scratches, and holes. He was badly bruised and was barely even standing. Gold tried to fly toward him, but a creepy brown-tan-gold mist swirled around him.

"Did you really think you could stop him," it said in a wispy and scratchy voice. "You have fallen to him once, and you will fall to him again."

"I don't believe he is truly evil," gold eyes responded. "I can't. I WON'T. Everyone has good in them. They just have to look."

"Pathetic how you have that horrific belief that everyone has good in them," the demonic mist taunted. "Your pure heart is a gift, yes. But it is also your greatest weakness. And I can't wait to watch you suffer because of it."

Tears ran down from his gold eyes. In his mind and in his heart he knew there was nothing wrong with what he believed. He just wanted to have hope.

The other hero was struggling to even sit up. His white gloves hands pushed him up. But he didn't get very far. A booted foot kicked him and he went flying back a few yards. He was really hurt.

The hero looked up, anger filling him as he looked at his opponent.

He is taller and much more muscular than his younger self. He has snow-white flaming hair with a ponytail, light blue skin, and red eyes with dark lines around them. He has pointed ears, fangs, and a goatee. He wears a black jumpsuit with white trim, a white belt, black gloves, and white boots. He wears a cape which is white on the outside and black on the inside. He wears his logo, a white "D" with a black "P" inside it, on his chest.

Dan Phantom

"Look at the little hero, trying his best to fight what he can not beat," Dan taunted. "You can try, but you will fall. We are more alike than you would care to admit."

"I may fall, but I will NEVER become you," the hero yelled at him. "I'd sooner become the fruit-loop's son."

"Believe what you want, Daniel," Dan said, flaring his fangs. "There is no way to prevent the inevitable."

*****

"NO," Danny cried, bolting up from his sleep.

"Danny," White said, running to him.

"I...i'm fine," Danny says. "Just a nightmare."

"Was it him again," White asked, his brother nodding.

"He's locked up, why can't I get that guy out of my head," Danny cried, his twin hugging him. "Those things he said..."

"Are about as far from the truth as you can get," White interrupted. "Danny, you are kind, generous, and the most selfless person I know. And that says a lot cause of how I know the lord of nature, himself. Dan is gone, and you never have to fear becoming that monster."

Danny wiped away his tears.

"Thanks, little brother," Danny smiled.

"Ironic, isn't it," White chuckled. "You're the one usually comforting me over my panic attacks about Obsidian Siren. Little brothers hardly ever comfort their older ones."

"Guess we are the exception of that rule," Danny shrugged.

"No doubts, there," White agreed. "But when have we ever been ones to follow the rules, anyway."

Danny laughed at that. Their door suddenly opened. They were met by a little green furball known as Beast Boy, him being his usual happy and optimistic self.

"Hey guys," he smiled, plopping himself onto White's bed. "Sis wanted me to get you guys for breakfast."

"Of course, Gar," White smiled back. "We'll be right there."

"Great," Gar beamed, doing a monkey flip off of the bed. "And don't forget that she still wants your chicken and waffles recipe, White."

The twins followed Beast Boy out of the room. They knew that the team must have known something was off, as there are few times that actually sleep in. So, of course, they sent Beast Boy. No one knew why, but no matter what the twins are feeling, the shapeshifter always made them smile. He makes them smile and laugh. His optimism is just so infectious.

One year. That's how long Danny and White have been a part of the team, or Young Justice as they call it. The two were now seventeen, going on eighteen. They had adjusted pretty well to their new home in this realm. And the team did seem to really like having them on their missions and as their friends in general.

"Morning, guys," Danny greeted, the twins coming into the kitchen.

The other members in the kitchen were Blue Beetle, Impulse, Robin, Guardian, Nightwing, Bumblebee, Superboy, Aqualad, and Miss.Martian. Wolf was sleeping on the couch. White immediately went to the fridge and cabinets.

"So, what do you guys want from the culinary mind of the pure heart siren this fine day," he jokingly asked.

They all started to shout for him to make chicken and waffles.

"One of these days, you'll start to get sick of this dish," White chuckled. "I make it almost once a week. Don't you ever get tired of it?"

"How can we when it's like biting into a piece of heaven," Impulse was basically drooling.

"It's been a year and I've still not gotten used to you people," Danny shook his head.

"You are the one that seems to be the magnet for strange people," White snickers. "Don't believe me, just ask Clockwork, Frostbite, Pandora, Cujo, Wulf, and any other ghost in the Ghost Zone."

"Like you don't know anyone strange," Danny pouted.

"I never said I didn't," his twin smirked, pulling Beast Boy next to him. "Exhibit A."

"I admit, I'm a unique kid," Gar laughed, getting a pat on the shoulder.

"How'd you learn to cook, anyway," Dick asked. "While there are some teens that can cook really well, you've been doing this for a long time."

"You all know that our 'parents' were not the most invested in their children," Danny explained. "In fact, they almost always ended up infecting most of the food in the house with ectoplasm and it brings it to life. And whatever normal food we had was usually devoured by Jack, the fat oaf. So J... our sister taught us how to cook and provide for ourselves when she wasn't around. White was always the one to enjoy cooking more."

"Like Krinos always says," White said. "If you love what you do, you'll never work a day in your life. And you guys are not the only ones that are obsessed with my chicken and waffles. Valerie had to practically beg me to get some every once in a while."

The team smiled at the twin heroes. They were quite fond of their stories of their sister and friend. Even if some of them made them feel worse for the twins. They just never expressed it, as they made it bluntly clear that they hate pity.

White served them each their plate of chicken and waffles. But he brought them all to a halt before they could dig in.

"Don't even think about eating it without this sauce," he told them. "You just might be surprised."

On each of their plates, he poured this sweet looking sauce. They could see slices of banana in the sauce. One bite and they were in love.

"White, this is your best one, yet," Karen complimented.

"Dude, this is so crash," Bart cheered.

"What even is this," Mal (Guardian) asked, shoving more into his mouth.

"A Bananas Foster sauce," White answered.

Miss.Martian's fork hit the plate. She may not have been on Earth for more than five years, but she does know that Bananas Foster had rum as one of the ingredients. She darted her head to where her adopted brother was eating. She was about to go full-on mother.

"Relax, M'gann," White told her. "Instead of rum, I used a little bit of cola and cream. Not the healthiest of choices, but it's delicious."

"Thank Mars," she swore. "You nearly gave me a heart attack."

"As if I would be the one to give Garfield his first drink," White snickered. "Besides, he's thirteen for siren's sake. I'm magical, not stupid."

"We leave magical stupidity to the gremlins, trolls, and leprechauns," Danny chuckled.

"Aren't either of you going to eat," Kaldur asked, noticing that neither of the twins had a plate yet.

"We like to do the dishes before we have anything to eat ourselves," Danny explained. "It has been drilled into us that it's polite to clean up after yourself after you cook. Blame our sister."

"Old habits die hard," Conner says.

"Don't look at me," Danny held his hands up. "I haven't fully died, yet."

"WHITE! DANNY!"

"Speaking of habits," White says, the two putting down what they were holding in preparation for what was to come.

An overexcited robot rushed into the kitchen and crushed the twins with a giant hug. He was half robot. He was one of the biggest and nicest members of the team, Cyborg. Cyborg was a promising strong teenage athlete named Victor Stone before an accident that killed his mother and injured him so severely that his father replaced the damaged body parts with cybernetics to keep his son alive. But since these mechanical parts were not inconspicuous, he was shunned by his home environment and his friends.

That's one of the reasons why he likes the twins so much. The twins, as well as Beast Boy, knew what it was like to be treated differently over how they look and who they are. He is about the same age as they are, except he is eighteen. And despite his robotic features, and the fact his hugs could crack your spine in half, he really is just a big kid with a big heart.

"Cyborg, my spine is about to break," White choked out.

The teen hero dropped his friends. They both leaned back, stretching their spines. You could hear the cracks as they pushed their spines back into place. They all laughed at their antics.

"One of these days, you just might actually paralyze one of us," White says, picking up the dishes again.

"Yeah," Danny agreed. "Lucky you that I'm already half dead so my healing factor is better than any human's."

"I'm still half human, you know," Cyborg chuckled.

"So am I, doesn't stop me," Danny snickered.

"I'm related to a nutcase," White shook his head.

"We know," Cyborg smirked. "Have since the day we met you."

White blushed, a little embarrassed.

"Oh stop it, Cy," Gar said. "You know White blushes gold when embarrassed."

White touched his cheeks, feeling how hot they were. Cyborg and Danny laughed at their little siren.

"Just teasing my baby brother," Cyborg says.

"CRASH"

The team looked at Danny and White. A plate had shattered at their feet. The two had looks of shock and despair on their faces.

"No, not now," Danny thought.

"Danny, White," Cyborg tried.

"I hate flashbacks," White angrily thought.

A sweet looking girl. A teenage girl with aqua blue eyes and long orange hair that reached down to her hips was smiling at him. She wore a long sleeve v-neck black shirt, aqua pants, a pair of simple black flats and an aqua headband.

"Memories, it's always memories," Danny thought.

Danny and White bent down and silently began to pick up the glass shards and pieces, desperately trying to push the memories back. To the back of their minds.

''Why now? Why do the memories have to come back now," he thought, somewhat angrily.

The people on the opposite side of the counter looked on with confusion and some turned to the, now standing and ready-to-assist, Connor and Kaldur. But even they were confused.

"Since when did the visions and flashbacks start coming back," they thought.

"Little brothers," Cyborg asked, with worry and concern.

"Little brothers, I know you think I'm pushy, and I'm a know-it-all. I know you think I can be a jerk sometimes..."

Danny and White smiled slyly.

"You know, you can stop me at any time."

"We know."

White and Danny's hands started to slightly shake.

'You need to keep your cool Fenton...' Danny thought.

"Danny, White, what's wrong? What are you seeing," M'gann asked, now with a voice full of worry and concern."

"Always know I'll be right here for you little brother..." the teen said, with a brilliant and intelligent smile.

"Then why weren't you there? And why aren't you here now," Danny growled, out in sadness and heart-aching pain.

White wasn't paying attention, as his twin saying that made his heart ache, and a glass shard had cut his palm. It revealed a small trickle of red and gold.

"WHITE!"

The twin's minds snapped back to reality and stared with wide eyes at Megan, Conner, and Kaldur. Who, in turn, both had looks of deep concern and worry. While the rest of the team looked on in confusion and interest.

"Are you alright," Cyborg asked, with a shaky voice.

Danny and White shook the lingering pieces of memories away and gave him a sad smiles.

"Yeah we're fine," Danny told them.

They then proceeded, except with more caution, to pick up the plate pieces. At least until a green hand stopped Danny by setting it gently on top of his. He looked up to see Megan again.

"Who wasn't there, you two? Tell us what's wrong. Who did you see," she sweetly asked.

Danny and White quickly swallowed a lump in their throats while throwing the glass pieces away.

"Was it your sister again," Megan asked, softly.

Danny and White locked eyes. Danny could see the visibly shaking of his twin's eyes, tears threatening to fall.

"Jazz," Danny says. "The one person who cared about us more than anyone else in the world. When we left, she was the person that was hardest to leave. She would always call us her baby brothers."

White put his hand on his lyre amulet. While it does keep those powers, of his, in control, he also touches it to calm himself down.

"I...I didn't know," Cyborg said. "Sorry, you guys."

"You didn't know," White told him. "It's not your fault."

"Team, report to training," Batman announced over the cave's intercoms.

"No rest for the wicked," White sighed, making the others laugh. "What? You were all thinking it."