AN. This story takes place in DP season 3 just before Destabilize, No, Living Large. And shortly after YJ season 1.

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Prequel

The night was calm and cool, and everything seemed peaceful to Danny as he patrolled the city. Suddenly, his ghost sense activated. He turned looking for the ghost, only to notice a quick flash of light blue and green in a nearby alley.

"Beware, I am the Box Ghost. Tremble before my conjugating cubes of cardboard construction!" a loud and obnoxious voice announced.

"This is the third time I've boxed you up tonight." Danny complained wearily, quickly pulling out his thermos and sucking the ghost in before he could start another monologue.

"How do you even get out of there, Boxy?" he muttered just then he heard the frustrating sound of jetpacks and running feet.

"Freeze! Ghost scum!" the GIW commanded as they quickly surrounded him.

"Seriously guys, Bazookas? This is a populated neighborhood for pariahs sake!"

The GIW haphazardly opened fire on the Ghost Boy. Danny took off into the sky, only to be confronted by two fighter jets and their accompanying missiles. He tried to destroy the multitude of missiles flying toward him using his ghost ray, but they just kept coming. When he finally finished blasting all the missiles out of the air, he recognized the sound of a rocket coming up behind him. He turned around, only to be hit in the chest by an RPG, throwing him into a condemned building several blocks away, which collapsed on top of him. As he phased through the rubble, he noticed the GIW projecting a ghost shield around the building, provided by several helicopters that appeared around the area in which he was trapped. He dove underground, hoping that he would be able to make it to the sewers.

He had only just arrived when he crashed into the lower end of the apparently spherical ghostshield. They had gotten better, and more reckless. Danny didn't know how much longer he could avoid capture while keeping his city safe. Danny quickly looked around before the two rings of white light appeared and separated from his middle, transforming him from the controversial ghost hero Danny Phantom to the invisible high school nobody Danny Fenton. He dropped through the ghost shield, only to land face-first in the putrid sewer water.

He quickly swam to the side of the sewer and walked towards his house from beneath the streets. He couldn't count the number of times he had navigated the sewers to avoid the people in the town seeing him with tattered clothes, covered in his own blood and ectoplasm. Although he heals quickly, he does not stop bleeding immediately and usually has to shift into his human form for his bigger wounds to heal.

Frostbite said something about his ectoplasm circulating faster internally in human form as the cause for this anomaly. Danny retrieved the phone he had just gotten last week for his 16th birthday and pressed the numbers he already knew by heart, waiting for the person on the other end to pick up.

"It's like 3 in the morning. What do you want, Danny" groaned Tucker Foley, one of his two best friends. The other being Samantha Manson, but don't let her catch you calling her that, or you'll end up on the receiving end of a bone-cracking kick from her steel-toed boots.

"I need you to start with 'Operation True Justice,'" Danny said.

Tucker sat up in his bed, wide awake. "Are you serious man? You know you're not going to be able to take that back once they find out, even if they take it seriously."

Danny simply rubbed the area where the GIW's RPG had struck. It was healing quickly but he could still feel several pieces of his ribs realigning. and could tell that if any of those had hit a civilian, they would not have been able to get off with just a few shattered ribs.

"Yeah, Tuck, I'm sure. The GIW were too reckless today. They were firing high powered artillery in a heavily residential area. The only reason they didn't kill anybody is because I was able to destroy the missiles before they hit any populated buildings. And they didn't even seem to care when I accidentally caused an apartment complex to collapse after being slammed into it by one of their shots. Luckily, it was abandoned and condemned, but they probably didn't know that, and even if they did, I can't take the risk. So are you going to start True Justice?"

"Yeah sure dude I was just making sure. I'll call Sam... why don't you get some rest? I'm sure Valerie's out there doing her whole Red Huntress thing. She'll be able to take care of any ghosts that get out. You must be dead on your feet."

Danny let out a small chuckle at Tucker's bad joke. "I know Tuck. And thank you for doing this."

"Hey man, they'd find out one way or the other eventually. If they don't know already."

"Don't remind me. Let's just hope they haven't, or else we just lost control of any narrative we may possibly possess."

Almost two days later in the Watchtower.

Batman scowls at the computer as it irritatingly repeats

"you have mail. You have mail. You have mail."

Someone had hacked their computers in the Hall of Justice and what was more frustrating, he couldn't pinpoint the hacker. All he could get was that it originated from somewhere within Amity Park, Illinois.

Batman decides to finally check out what this "mail" actually contains. He accessed an external server and transferred the fills over. he completed a final sweep for malware and viruses before opening the message.

It contains two files whose names were 'The GIW', and 'Amity Park'. The File titled The GIW was contained gigabytes of information. when he opened it, he found pages upon pages of official documents detailing criminal activity. Everything from extortion and patent breaching to the sale of high grade weapons technology on the black market and reckless endangerment of the civilians. Batman was astonished, though it doesn't show on his face. He will certainly be doing his own investigation into this particular organization.

The other file was just as interesting. It explains that someone has been blocking information coming from Amity Park for several years now, and contained a lot of the missing information, though it also seems questionable in and of itself even disregarding the way in which he found himself reading it.

"This will need a lot more looking into. Especially this Danny Phantom character. I know I've seen him before in the green lantern data that john stewart gave the League."

Meanwhile in a clock tower on a floating island in a sea of endless swirling green clouds and purple doors, a lone figure floats in front of several screens. A look of annoyance upon his usually impassive face. The observance had finally made a decision as to what they would do with Dan Phantom. As much as he would like for them to just leave him as he was, they had decided to employ him as their own personal assassin. And the deciding factor in that vote was Clockwork's own refusal to do the job of assassin for those shallow minded short-sighted buffoons currently in the observance Council. But Clockwork's hands were tied, you could not directly disobey the observance without permission from the King, except in matters concerning the king or his successor. but with the state the Ghost Zone was in now, especially the king, he was in no position to receive such permission. The worst part was that he could not directly interfere with the work of Dan Phantom due to his status outside of time.

But as loath as he was to admit it, time was progressing as it should be despite several complications. A simple message at the right time would set the course of events back to the proper path. A twist here, small idea there, little overshadowing, a sword through a certain someone's chest, and all would be as it should be. Now where's that sword, Clockwork has work to do but it doesn't mean he is happy about it.

Author's note this is my first fanfiction and I would love some feedback and suggestions on how to make it better please and thank you.