So this is the end to the first story. I really hope you guys have enjoyed, and if you like the next location mentioned at the end, you'll want to stick around and look out for part two. Thanks for reading, and enjoy!

The portal Frostbite told us about was massive. Forget by Clockwork's place, it could almost swallow it whole. "Last chance to turn back ghost boy," I offered, staring at him with serious eyes.

"Not gonna happen," he returned with just as serious of a look.

"Alright then," I said, taking his hand. "Ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," he said, staring directly into my eyes.

I exhaled deeply and said, "Let's go then little bro." I was honestly a bit nervous, and he noticed. He held a tighter grip to my hand before we flew through.

There was a flash of light, and I felt like my molecules were being ripped apart (Just saying, didn't give Jack the liberty of doing it himself). I saw what looked like tube walls, and then it was over in a matter of milliseconds.

The sky was blood red, and the smell of pollution made the air disgusting to breath, but there was something else. I could smell fire and disaster. We were in a forest, and there were lines of ghosts soaring through the sky. I looked over and saw Danny's ghost sense was going just as crazy as mine.

"Where are we?" he asked.

"See that mansion up on the hill?" I asked.

"Yeah, so what?"

"That tells us exactly where we are. Come on, follow me," I said, floating up the hillside.

"How can you tell where we are just by seeing a mansion?" he questioned as he flew after me, letting his legs turn into a tail.

"Because I used to stay up late to watch this every night when I was a kid. You'll see when we get up the hill," I said with excitement.

"And that place is supposed to help us?"

"Oh yeah," I said as I landed in front of the door.

"What do we do now?" he questioned, staring at the door.

"Knock?" I said as if he'd just asked the dumbest question ever.

"Oh right," he said with a nervous laugh, rubbing his neck.

I just laughed and used the metal knocker on the door. It was answered a few moments later by a tall, older man with grey hair and an oddly shaped mustache. He nearly leaped out of his skin when he saw Danny. "Dude, legs!" I ordered the ghost boy.

"Whoops, sorry," he said, floating up slightly before his legs popped into existence.

"Wh-what do you want?" the man questioned.

"Sorry to spring in on you like this sir, but is Batman home?"