New story, yay! Watched FIW and had this idea. Hope you like it, please review. I obviously don't own young justice of danny phantom cause if I did I would be totally rich. (And I would have continued both shows.) Enjoy! Let me know of any grammatical errors and I will fix them.

Prologue
The banging resounded through the hallway, blocking out all other sound. An eighteen year old boy ran away from the noise, blood dripping from four deep slashes in his arm. The most secret base on the planet, and they had still found it. Had to give these things credit for that.
The boy reached the reinforced door at the end of the hall. "Voice activate, Tucker Foley!"
"Recognized. Deactivating security." A female computer voice sounded. The many layers of the door began to grate open. As soon as the opening was large enough, Tucker squeezed through. "Manual override 3465! Lock down everything!"
"Sequence in progress."
Tucker didn't wait for the door to finish closing, jumping up and running to the computer. He tried to ignore the clanging of the aliens feet as he rapidly keyed codes into the computer. Elsewhere in the compound, things began to shift. Doors closed, lights went out, hidden cameras turned on for the first time.
At last, Tucker was ready. He flipped open the glass casing, turned the key, and pressed the button. This is so cliche. He thought. Just one thing left to do, the last piece to the plan.
The plan. It was a desperate, last resort plan. If there was any other way, Tucker would have taken it in a heartbeat. He glanced at the pods behind them, each containing a person in hyper sleep. The ages varied greatly, along with the race. All together they numbered about 65. They would be waiting there for decades, even centuries, waiting for another intelligent force to drive away the aliens and rescue them. Yes, it was a very desperate plan, with many flaws. But it was all they could hope for. The original had been simply to wait inside this sealed room. But after seeing the aliens himself, Tucker wanted to employ one last safety measure.
He'd been working on this project for two years now. The Fen-bot, as he called it. Or Fen, as the robot itself preferred. After Danny died of cancer, Tucker had begun work on an alternate superhero, modeled after Danny. He hadn't been able to perfect it before the aliens came, and most of his time had been occupied making weapons to hold them off. But he had still been able to make a lot of improvements, even programming it a growing personality and mind. Thats when it had changed to he. Tucker hadn't perfected him yet, but he'd have to do.
As he finished typing in the last code, Tucker slowly collapsed to the floor. He lay in a puddle of his own blood, feeling his life slowly fade. It was too bad he'd die now. He hadn't gotten an honest date to this day. "Oh well." He muttered. As he slipped into death, he whispered a poem he'd had grown fond of.
"Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
He heard a distant scraping outside the door.
"Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night."
The blood around him had begun to cool, and now the cold was seeping into him.
"Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
The computer beeped quietly, waiting for its next command. One that would never come.
"Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night."
Tucker continued to whisper, a single tear escaping his eye.
"Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
He closed his eyes for the last time.
"And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
The last echo of his words faded into nothing, and no longer hearing a voice, the computer shut down. With it went the lights, leaving only the bluish hue of the pods to illuminate Tucker's tomb.

-Line break-

Across town, in Tucker's home, a pair of robotic eyes opened. The camera-like eyes took a moment to focus on the electric blue words that scrawled across the top of his iris.
New_Mission
Fen got up and headed for the door, awaiting more instructions as he went.
Keep_any_robotic_alien_lifeforms_away_from_the_safe_house. Wait_for_organic_sentient_lifeforms_to_come_and_free_the_people. Remove_personality_chip_to_avoid_depression,_loneliness,_and_pain. Plenty_of_spare_parts_in_the_lab_if_you_are_hurt. Goodbye_my_friend. ~TUCKER~
Fen tried to make sense of the mission. It was clear enough what he was supposed to do, but he wasn't all that sure he could do it. Despite his original purpose, he had never actually fought before.
He brushed those thoughts aside. His creator, Tucker, knew what he was doing. Even if his message implied that he was... dead. Fen retrieved a scalpel from a nearby table and, with great care, sliced a two inch cut at the base of his neck. A little bit of scarlet liquid dripped out as he carefully slid a pair of tweezers into the incision. With a bit of effort, he opened a tiny hatch in the metal crossbeam, extracting a tiny chip. Connected to the chip were three wires. Knowing full well that he would feel nothing once it was removed, Fen disconnected the wires.
As soon as they were removed, he felt an unbearable sense of numbness come over him. It only lasted a split second as all his pain and emotions washed away into nothing. Calmly, he washed out the cut and stitched it up. After that was finished, he carefully cleaned the chip, placing it in an envelope and setting it gently on the desk. With that settled, the now emotionless Fen headed out toward the safe house. He had a mission to complete.