Some Author's Notes: Welcome to Chapter Thirteen! It's been a long wait, despite the fact that I had the hopes it wouldn't be. Combine computer and family problems together and your result…is the miracle that is me actually getting this posted.

Anyways, I would like to thank all the people who give this story a chance, I try my utmost not to let you down! I would also like to give my personal thanks to the reviewers, the feedback makes writing the story worth it. Huge thanks to Charys of the Shadows, who I'm sure has reviewed on just about every chapter.

I'd also like to wish Ki Master a happy 21st birthday…though I shan't be getting him any gift…that whole…lack of money thing…

Finally, I'd like to say that the wait for Chapter Fourteen will be longer. I sincerely want to take a break from it for a moment coupled with the fact that I promised a oneshot to a friend on DeviantArt, and in actuality, I have the new Dirge of Cerberus game at my disposal, so technically, I'm not even here, this is my afterimage saying these things.

I don' own Kim Possible, not unless I become EMPEROR OF DISNEY!

Late at night, Bonnie thrashed in her sheets, fighting the invisible enemy, the nightmare plaguing her dreams.

Sleep had come slow and she tried to think of something to pass the time, her mind replaying the events of the evening in her head. She'd found a meaningful relationship, not one for the sake of status quo, like dating Brick Flagg. She had even entertained the thought of how the two would interact, and in her mind, Tranz had gotten bored with the quarterback rather quickly.

As her mind eased away, the world of dreams set in, starting out with the rather deadly, heated dance she'd taken part in with Tranz, but that was when things went weird.

She'd found herself dressed in a white nightgown with a frilly lace, barefoot, standing in a battlefield. She couldn't tell what was going on, but there were thousands of men and women, dressed in four distinct styles of armor, waging a grand war with each other.

Three men with halberds charged in her direction and she yelped, dropping to the ground as they ran through her and locked weapons with a trio across from her.

She found confidence after a few more encounters with the warriors equally ended in the same lack of physical contact, but that made a weird sort of sense, after all, this was a dream.

Bonnie inspected her surroundings, she was outside, that was obvious, but she couldn't tell where she was. The area had been razed with all this fighting.

The girl noticed a few of the warriors had dropped to all-fours and charged, one leaping through her into one of the other fighters and embedded his teeth through the fighter with amazing force, such that the man's head popped off. It was this action that made her realize something: There were dead people everywhere.

Indeed, they were everywhere, corpses, ripped apart and scattered about. She fought the urge to vomit at the sight, remembering she was just in a dream, but she looked away, hugging her shoulders tightly.

This dream was messed up. She genuinely wanted to go home now, back to her warm bed and away from the increasingly worse nightmare. She forced her already shut eyes to close even more, it was then that she heard an ear-splitting shriek that made her whirl around and find the source of the noise.

It rose from the ground, a gigantic birdlike creature that was dark, almost like a shadow. Bonnie couldn't make any discerning features out of it as it raised its powerful wings to the sky, unfurling them with a force that knocked every warrior off its feet. It screeched a second time as its wingspan blotted out the sun and it let loose a torrent of dark flames from its beak, torching the ground and any of the warring fighters in the way.

The bird kept repeating its powerful attack as half the warring sides, two different factions that seemed to be working with each other, fell back. The other two armies seemed to be in complete disarray, losing many to the flames that burned their skin away, eating through the organs and reducing the bone to dust.

She began to cry at the horror, wishing it would all go away, but it refused to stop and she refused to wake up. She dropped to her knees, hugging them with her face trying desperately to bury itself between her legs when she heard six different voices screaming. They started out human, but grew odd, into something different, something demonic.

The wails begged her attention, despite any effort to stay away. She looked up and had to shield her eyes from the bright light that wanted to obscure her vision, but it died down slow enough for her to see it had come from six separate sources.

Light finally gone, most of the remaining army shuffled back, wary of the new development. They left six figures standing, but they were cascaded in darkness. She could only discern a few features on them, but her attention was drawn to one in particular.

The being was tall and seemed to be standing on its toes. Its shape was vaguely human with eyes red. The top of its head was adorned with a crown of bony protrusions. It raised its arm to the sky and snarled in a sinister fashion as its forearm parted slightly. A pair of blades quickly snapped into place like a switchblade, long, jagged, and serrated.

A low cackle escaped its lips as one of the soldiers behind it approached, apparently concerned. The worriment was never voiced though, as the figure lashed out and removed the man's arm from its place and brought another slash deep through his abdomen, spraying the creaturelike being with blood, at which point it made an elated noise.

It went to work, slaughtering the men around it before the bird screeched again. It fired a burst of flames from its mouth, but the insane creature swatted the fire away, carelessly.

Then it attacked, joined by the other five demonic beings, and that was it. It was over, Bonnie was back in her bed, drenched with sweat, her heart beating rapidly, her breath heavy.

Fright running rampant through her mind, she shot up, clutching the sheets of her bed to her chest as she tried to calm herself. What was that dream all about? Why couldn't she take her eyes away from that creature with the crown of horns? Will she even be able to go back to sleep?

Airplanes weren't bad, at least when Shego wasn't compelled to show off her flying abilities. At least that was the opinion Tranz held. Kim and Shego assured the demon hunter that Shego wasn't going to be flying, much to the green-skinned woman's dismay, but Tranz was still skeptic.

It had taken Kim and Shego a full twenty minutes to convince Tranz that the plane was safe and it only worked when Bonnie had arrived, somewhat surprised that her boyfriend had a fear of flying.

Equally surprising, at least to Kim, was Bonnie calling Tranz her boyfriend. She knew they spent time together and they were friends, and she vaguely recalled him asking her about dating advice, apparently trying to develop a relationship with Bonnie, but she was pretty sure most of that was gone due to a fainting episode. Still, the word was just a bit shocking to her ears.

Frankly, neither Kim nor Shego even knew why Bonnie was going with them. It had to simply be for Tranz's sake, because there was really nothing the girl could offer them in their mission. Truth be told, most of their skills weren't needed, seeing as it was a simple auction and they were simply going to buy the key they needed, but Bonnie still felt like that fifth wheel.

Still, opinions not voiced, the two hunters-in-training sat in the private jet rented for them, with Tranz and Bonnie strapped in behind them. As per Tranz's request, there was a space near the rear of the jet with the seating removed, padding put in its place, enough room for a few people to sit down. It didn't take the keen intellect of either Kim or Shego to guess that Tranz planned to spend the trip to Gotham City, though whatever he had planned in the confines of the plane eluded them.

Tense at the thought of the now moving aircraft steadily rising into the air, Tranz tensed. He could still feel the nausea of Shego's rather showy piloting skills. He'd rather not go through that again, which is part of the reason he felt a little training might help keep his mind off the trip, one he still felt would have been better for him if he walked.

It wasn't until the jet reached a comfortable altitude that he relaxed under the steady ride. It definitely wasn't like Shego's flying style, that was for sure. For that, he was grateful to the pilot, wishing he'd taken the time to learn the man's name. Though, now relaxed, he took a glance to his companion.

Bonnie was tired. She found it impossible to get to sleep anymore after her weird nightmare. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw that creature, the one with the crown of horns, and the slaughter it inflicted upon untold numbers in the war it was trapped in. There were instances where she swore she could feel the blood on her skin, even though it was just a silly dream. Still, it made her a bit averse to the idea of going back to sleep.

Tranz nudged her gently. "You okay?" Bonnie nodded her head and said, "Yeah, I'm fine." She was lying and something told her Tranz knew it, she'd never been able to make him buy a lie before, but he accepted her comment, to which she was grateful. Maybe she'd talk about it later, but not now, not in front of the likes of Kim Possible.

They waited in silence for a little while until a little turbulence made Tranz decide training would ease his nerves. He told his two pupils to sit at the space made for them in the back and they complied, the three sitting cross-legged, Tranz sitting in the far back, facing forward while Kim and Shego stared at him, their backs to Bonnie.

Bonnie thought about it as she looked back at the trio, completely new to the world of demon hunting and not particularly going to learn anything, but it didn't stop her from merely watching Tranz teach. She yawned quietly, wishing Tranz was still sitting next to her, giving her a brand of unintentional jealousy at the attention he was now giving Kim Possible.

"Okay you two, we're gonna learn something advanced." Tranz finished his statement by opening his palm. He let his aura flow to the open hand's fingertips and energy leapt to the surface, culminating into a ball of white energy, a blue center, the ball the size of a basketball. "This orb of energy is used for long-range attacks. It's got its drawbacks, but the quick thinker can make use of it. In its current form, it's harmless, literally, I could drop it and nothing would happen. Now…" He began to swirl his hands over the orb and the white grew in intensity as the blue deepened, "Now it's dangerous, destructive, explosive."

All three women's jaws fell as they stared at the now deadly orb. This seemed…rather stupid to do in an airplane. The ball of death hovered centimeters over Tranz's hand, humming softly in an eerily beautiful display, beckoning the girls to stare into it.

Kim finally shook her head and said what was on everyone's mind at the moment, "Isn't this dangerous on a plane? You know, explosive orb, compressed compartment…" "A little," he replied, "But I think that element of danger will help you concentrate more." They stared at him, still skeptical, so he sighed and added, "Look," he smashed the orb between his hands, snuffing out the orb "If it gets out of hand, I'll just extinguish your orb before it does anything damaging…"

He held up a finger after considering a few things. "Before we continue, I want you to know something important, do not rely heavily on this move. The mental strain on beginners can be somewhat daunting and it does require a large amount or energy. It'll take a while to master, so limit yourselves, okay?" He glanced at Kim for a moment before adding, "No more than three shots a day. Anymore and you'll probably overexert yourselves."

The women nodded in understanding, and he began instructing. "Bring your hands together, like this." He held his hands up for them to see, his fingers outstretched, slightly curled, almost touching and they imitated. "No, no Shego, not touching, you'll just send the energy running in circles, you want space between your fingers." The woman corrected her mistake, parting the fingertips from each other and he continued, "Let the energy flow from the soul, to the body, to the arms, to the fingertips." Energy began to build up between their fingers, "Part your hands slowly, let the energy build."

They complied and nervously pulled their fingers apart, a bit shocked to find it harder than expected. As they tried to pull their fingers apart, they felt a strong pull trying to keep them together, so they struggled, drawing their fingers away as energy leapt from the tips of one hand's fingers to the other, slowly creating an orb of energy. They looked at him and he nodded, implying they go further.

As they pulled against the energy forming the orb, it grew in size, but also in how hard it was to pull until it was finally half the size of Tranz's and he held up his hand for them to stop. "I know it's hard to hold on," he said, "but now you need to mold the energy." He created his own orb with his hands and swirled over it, the energy of his fingertips wrapping around the orb.

The girls tried, but it was harder than Tranz made it look. As they began wrapping their hands over their orbs, they felt the enormous pull of the energy straining against them. They worked hard at it, molding the energy, as Tranz put it. It sort of made sense to them as they saw the energy coming from their fingertips, wrapping around the orb like string. Shego cursed as the 'strings' pulled against her and she lost the weaving of her orb. Kim lost her concentration as she saw her girlfriend lose her orb and she accidentally followed suit. Now the two of them have a weird pout on their faces, upset over their failure.

"Relax," he said with a laugh. "It's tricky, I know it is. I'd declare you inhuman if you got it on your first try." He then summoned the energy with a single hand again and said, "It took me months to get to the point where I could use a single hand to summon the orb and I didn't take breaks in my training like you. It still takes me both hands to mold it into something useable."

Kim and Shego tried multiple times to pull off the maneuver, failing each time, growing in disgust at the move, so Tranz tried a little information to give them a break.

"The move can be expanded or compressed," he followed suit with his own completed ball of energy, compressing it to a baseball and then expanding it as wide as an oversized watermelon. "The larger version gives you a greater blast radius, but it's less damaging. Likewise, the smaller version might not give you the same destructive range, but its far more deadly to what it does hit. We'll get to that in time. If you do well enough…I might…MIGHT teach you two of the Forbidden."

The girls perked their eyes in response to his extrinsic motivation. He didn't even have to wait for them to ask. "The Forbidden are a list of techniques that are considered off-limits, no matter the circumstance for fear of what the move would do the user or the receiver. We might cover the basics and the workings of the moves, but we won't actually use them. We won't ever use them because each one holds the chance that it just might kill you."

Bonnie spoke up, listening in on the conversation. "What do your parents think about that? I mean…you basically have a formula to kill yourself. The demon hunting is dangerous enough, but….but you actually know something that might kill you. That's just…depressing. Your parents are okay with it?"

Tranz was quiet for a bit, attempts to answer Bonnie failing. He turned to Kim and Shego and saw the look on their faces, silently conveying the same question. "My parents…died a few months after my thirteenth birthday. My village elder never told me how they died, he said…said some things are better of not told."

Bonnie already regretted the question before getting an answer, but this? "Tranz, I'm…I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—" Tranz cut her off, "Don't worry about it, I've come to grips with their deaths." He asked himself if he really did. He really couldn't say much on the situation, considering his absence, but it was so close to when he had been revealed to be the Devil King of the moon. Was there a connection? No time to think about it.

"Okay ladies, you ready to try that spirit orb again?"

Tranz was satisfied at their effort. It would take a while for them to get it right and even longer before they were in any shape to use a Forbidden. In all hopes, they might just forget about his words, after all, it wouldn't make sense to kill them.

Dr. Dementor sighed to himself. What had he been reduced to? Hiding in a makeshift lab in the middle of nowhere, just to escape one man? Granted the man was dangerous and ruthless, a man who's level of efficiency was only blustered with his insanity.

"Damn you Gemini," he muttered under his breath.

(Author Mid Note: Okay, I have not the drive nor the need to make Dementor seem like he has that German accent. Knowing me, I'll screw it up, so if it behooves the reader, make the accent yourself, that way it works.)

He sat by himself, not paying attention to his henchmen, clad in their blue jumpsuits, as if to just be opposite Dr. Drakken. He thought about it and laughed. Drakken's henchmen were red, Gemini's henchmen were red. His own henchmen were blue, Global Justice's henchmen were blue. What a coincidence.

He sipped a glass of tea while he surveyed the surroundings. Upon running from Gemini's insane mechanisms, Dementor had discovered an abandoned town from the Baby Boom years of America. It didn't take much to turn the place into a lab. All he had to do was lay low for a while. He could do that, right?

Of course he could do it. He was Dr. Dementor. He was a genius! Okay, sure, it wasn't too smart to play God and give Gemini help on Project Alpha, but he was a mad scientist, wasn't that what they were supposed to do?

His attention slowly drifting from himself to other things, he finally noticed his henchmen, hard at work installing new devices or at least making the place more presentable. He chuckled. These were really his most loyal men. He wouldn't trade them for the world.

It was then that a gigantic viewscreeen behind him came to life with the face of Gemini glowering down, his voice proud and clear, with that hint of malice behind it. "Dementor, it looks like I've finally found you."

Seriously, who makes viewscreens were you could be called by your enemies at any time and you didn't even have to acknowledge them? It was like something out of that old Super Friends cartoon…

"It's a shame that you ran. You could have been so useful to me."

Dementor grumbled, trying to destroy any traces of fear in his face as he remembered he was in a mask. He shook his head and turned to the face of Gemini and said, "I only ran because you were insane. All this talk of that sword and the steps you were willing to take for it! The people you were prepared to kill! Ruling the world only works if there's something left to rule!"

"How little you know," Gemini said with a smirk playing on his lips. "Perhaps it really is best this way, Alpha doesn't need your influences on her mind." "Oh no," Dementor said, mocking Fate in the face, "Heaven forbid I get to her, after all, her existence is morbid enough, considering the…parts we used for her."

"So true," Gemini replied as he looked off. He looked back at Dementor and calmly said, "Well, I believe it's time to get down to business. Goodbye Dementor, we shall not meet again."

With that, Gemini's face vanished from the screen, leaving Dementor in silence. His mind wandered for a moment, but he shook it back, screaming to his men, "PREPARE FOR EMERGENCY EXTRACTION!"

The statement was cut short by an explosion that rocked the building. More followed and Dementor motioned for some of his men to go defend the lab. The building was old, and even if he'd taken the time to reinforce it, he didn't know how much damage it could take.

He growled as he realized he'd have to leave everything if he wanted to leave. To have to start again. So be it for survival. That was when his hopes were dashed by another explosion, closer to the building.

"Sir!" a voice rang from the intercom. "The hangar's been destroyed! They…they're so fast! They're heading your wa—AAUGGGHHHH!"

The transmission ended and Dementor lost his hopes of escaping. It seemed Gemini was intent on making sure Dementor truly had no way out of his own demise. Was it his time to die? So be it, but he'll die knowing he did something…anything to fight back against Gemini.

He rushed to the wall where his viewscreen was perched and pressed against it, revealing a large keyboard. Then with a speed surpassed only by the likes of Wade Load, he went to work, typing away the last moments of his life, routing, rerouting, covering his tracks, encrypting the data, determined to send it all to the only people he knew would exact his revenge.

His eyes lit up when he made it through, bringing the face of a very confused Wade. "How did you get me?" he asked, but Dementor waved his hand dismissively as the building shook. "No time to explain boy! I'm sending you heavily encrypted data! You need to decipher it and give it to that teen hero Kim Possible!"

Wade frowned and asked, "What makes you think I'm gonna fall for that?" "TIME boy! There's no time!" He looked to his remaining men who ran out to protect him and he yelled, "Forget about it! He only wants me dead! No need to sacrifice your lives!"

The men stopped, but decided against retreat. Most of them owed Dementor their lives. Others still were just that loyal to the man. They wouldn't abandon him, after all, they were henchmen, even if it wasn't loyalty keeping them there, it was the fact that it was a henchmen's job to fight to the death for their employer. They gave brisk salutes to Dementor and went to fight what they were sure was their last battle.

"What's going on?" Wade asked, yet sighed grumpily when Dementor shouted, "BOY! What part of 'there isn't enough time to explain' don't you get?" Dementor rushed his fingers over the keyboard, ignoring the screams and explosions in the background. He forced the rocking motion of his building out of his mind and tried to focus on what he had planned. He smirked as he completed his task, sending the vital information he felt would be crucial.

"Project Alpha?" Wade asked, curiously, but shook his head when he realized he wouldn't get an explanation. Dementor looked up at the boy and tried to look pleadingly to him, voicing, "Please, promise me you and that do-gooder will stop Gemini!" Wade was about to reply when an explosion produced a hole in the room, glowing eyes shining through.

Dementor cut his transmission, fearing the safety of the boy he had been talking to. After all, it would be ridiculous to let the boy die when he would be so crucial to Dementor's revenge.

The figure with the glowing eyes entered and if he'd known about it, he'd swear it was a Reaver, but its features were more rigid, straighter. It had eyes, a pair of glowing blue eyes, clashing with its golden body. On its head was a trio of long, flat horns. It stood tall from its hole and entered the room, followed by a pair of smaller, silver companions that shared its shape, but lacked the horns.

"Like them?" came a voice, seemingly from the golden, metal raptor. After a second of pondering, he realized it: The voice was Gemini's and it was being broadcasted through the lead machine. "Gemini?" he asked weakly, "Oh yes, it is I." came the reply.

Dementor leaned back on his console, his fingers probing the side as he tried to find his last objective. "What is that thing?" he asked, trying to buy time. "Why it's my Sigma Raptor. You really should have stayed around for the Reaver Project, it gave me many things. You see, sending valuable units like my Reavers everywhere is foolish, especially if I lose one. That's why I send the metal equivalent, brought to life through demonic ore. Heh, heh, it doesn't share the same capabilities as its 'brother', but it has its own neat little tricks."

It was then that Dementor found what he was looking for, a small button hidden in the side. He pressed it and the console above him sputtered sparks and the technology in the room shorted itself out.

"A kill switch?" Gemini asked before laughing. "Ironic, I have one of my own."

The gold raptor stepped forward, its feet planted on the ground. It opened its jaws and electricity ran through its teeth, building in intensity until it fired a burst of energy from its mouth, burning a hole through the top of Dementor's shocked head. His body jerked, leaning back before falling over, the leg still twitching from nervous energy.

"And that," Gemini's voice said, "Takes care of that."

Tranz stood at the large window of his hotel room, overlooking Gotham City at night. He didn't like it. The place reeked of pollution and the cars were far too noisy. He wasn't used to a city, he rather preferred the peace and quiet of the Possible residence. He sighed and turned his back to the sight, looking at Bonnie getting her belongings in order.

It was rather funny, at least to him, that Dr. Director said she could come along, but still only had the intentions of paying for two rooms, so they had split up, Kim and Shego to one room, Tranz and Bonnie to the other. Kim and Shego had opted to crash as soon as possible, exhausted from trying to master the orb of energy they had been taught, still failing to actually perform it properly. He didn't mind, after all, with the auction tomorrow, he'd want them to have sleep.

His fear of flying dealt with for the moment, the night soothing to him as the light of the moon shone on him through the musky air, and the quiet of the room brought his mind back to how he'd realized Bonnie wasn't herself. Even when they had landed and made their way to the hotel, she'd remained eerily quiet.

Tranz decided to get the story of her problem.

"What's up?" he asked her as he went to her side of the room and sat on her bed. "Nothing's up," she replied as she zipped up her duffel bag, but even without meeting eyes with him, she could feel the hole he was boring into her skull. "You really suck at lying, Bonnie."

She made a noise of annoyance, but sat down on the bed next to him, saying, "You ever have really bad nightmares? You know, the kind where it's so hard to get back to sleep that you just can't?"

Tranz thought about it. In all reality, he couldn't relate to the feeling. Being a Devil King, something inside him kept him from sleeping, like he really didn't need it. He could maybe get two hours of sleep before he felt ridiculously refreshed. Aside from that, he was sure he dreamed, he just couldn't remember them. Regardless, he nodded to Bonnie and she continued.

"I had this really messed up dream, I can't explain it. There was this big battle and so many people were dead. There was some gigantic bird wreaking even more havoc. Then there were these monsters and they reminded me so much of the demons you fight. I don't know what any of it means, but…it makes me think of you…you fight. I mean what happens if one of those monsters gets you? I don't want to think about your death, I mean…I…"

Tranz looked at her and took note of the soft terror in her eyes. It genuinely scared her. "Every time I try to get some sleep," she said, "I see that dream again and I can't do it, I just can't keep seeing it Tranz." She fought against a yawn, but was unsuccessful. It was then that she didn't look like Bonnie to him anymore, she reminded him of his siblings.

That wasn't right. He couldn't be thinking of his siblings. They hated him, didn't they? That's what he remembered at least. But as he thought more about it, he unconsciously reached over, putting his hand over Bonnie's shoulder and hugged her close, with brotherly intent. He realized he wasn't Tranz the demon hunter or Tranz the sheepish boyfriend, he was being Tranz, the older brother.

Memories were flooding back, words said between him and his remaining family.

"Mom and Dad died! It's your fault!" That was what he remembered, but now, "Mom and Dad died! What'll we do Tranz?" took its place, making him frown.

"Tranz! Get out of my life!" became "Tranz, I need you."

"If I was the Devil King, Mom and Dad wouldn't have died, Fritz would be here too!" became "It's hard being the Devil King, huh? You can do it, we have faith in you."

What was happening in his head? It was starting to hurt. He put his hand over his head and noticed Bonnie's look of concern. He shook his head and laid back on the bed, taking Bonnie with him.

She was still in his arm when he used his free hand to rub her shoulder. The hand around Bonnie began stroking her hair. "What are you doing?" she asked, confused. "Shh, just relax," he said, "I know some things are scary, but don't worry. I'm here, I'll always be here. I'll always be here to do what I can. You can count on it."

It hit him that he wasn't saying it out of concern. He was reciting a memory. Everything about the scene was from the past, the way he was comforting Bonnie down to the words he'd just said, but why couldn't he remember who he had said it to? Why didn't he remember the other things?

A sigh of content broke his concentration and he realized that Bonnie had fallen asleep, a look of peace plastered on her face as she snuggled into him. He leaned down and planted a kiss on her forehead, saying, "Goodnight, Hayasae." He nodded to the girl before him, her skin pale as the moon with long, silky black hair. As he nodded, the girl's image shifted to Bonnie's and he shook his head. "Hayasae?" he asked himself. That was his sister's name. Last he remembered, he was on bad terms with her, like the rest of his family. It was what made it so easy to devote himself to his training. What's going on in his head?

Tranz stalked the dark streets of Gotham alone after staying by Bonnie's side for an hour. He just wasn't in the mood to wait until she woke up. He felt strongly for her, he even dared to use the word love, but there were two things on his mind, one being that if they developed their relationship, odds are, they would never wake up together, he would always be the one awake and the only way to see them together in the morning would be if he literally became a stone at night and didn't move, entertaining himself with the likes of counting dots on the ceiling. The other was his memories, playing with his head.

His siblings. It felt like everything changed after Fritz and his parents died. They had grown apart, his younger siblings harboring jealousy and hatred towards him and his power. At least that's what he grew up believing, but as he spent time with Bonnie and those second set of memories bubbled to the surface, conflicting with his old ones, he just didn't know.

Were his memories real or fake? Was he just altering things around Bonnie to make himself feel better? Was the Devil King in his head trying to mess with him? Could it? No, it was just a power, a second soul in his body. It couldn't affect him like that.

"Tranz," a voice in his head said, "You have to understand, when you grow up, there will be hardships." "But MOOOMMMM…" a voice whined that he recognized as his younger self. "I don't want to, I don't want this stupid monster thing in me!" "Now, now," the soft voice said, "The Devil King isn't some monster. He is as alive as you. He's just different from you." "But the Elder said that the devil in me was a vicious monster!"

A hearty, male laugh was heard as a man said, "The Elder only says what he knows. Think about it son, with all the time the Devil King has spent cooped up in people too scared to let him loose, what do you think would happen when he got loose?" "It might seem like a burden to you," the softer voice of his mother said, "But it's really a blessing. You can accomplish great things if you so choose it. Remember, we love you."

His parents. Who were they? He honestly didn't know anymore. That was weird. How does one forget their parents? He strained, trying to remember them, but couldn't bring himself to do it. All he got were hazy shapes, but he didn't falter.

Concentration being the key, he willed himself to see his parents. He made out the pale skin of his mother, her dark hair, but he failed at the face. Likewise, he made out of father's tanned skin and black hair, much like his own, but still, no face. His mother had a beautiful figure though, and his father was rather fit.

Just why couldn't he get anymore out of his memories?

A snicker took his mind away from things and he realized he was being followed. From the footsteps, there was more than one and he cursed himself for not feeling their presence. These were to be some very dead demons, but when he turned around, he realized something important: They were human.

There were three of them, two of them rather muscular with the last skinny, the contrast rather humorous to Tranz, but he didn't voice it. A combination of the dark and Tranz still trying to find his thoughts prevented him from making out their faces. His thoughts were probably the only thing keeping him from simply leaving, reality seemed so distant.

"Can I help you?" he asked the men. The skinny one walked to him with a look of malcontent on his face and he said, "Yeah, you can give us your money, punk."

Tranz technically didn't have any money on him to spend. All he had was money for the auction, federal funding money actually, and it probably wouldn't go over well to say he'd given it away, so he shook his head and refused.

"This isn't something you got a choice in," one of the larger ones commented as he produced a knife, doing nothing in terms of intimidation. How threatening can a large man be with such a tiny thing?

Tranz sighed, he seemed to do that a lot. It was becoming obvious that he would have to do something about this situation, but how could he do it without harming the men? A display of power? Maybe a tricky maneuver. Something to frighten away three men…no, there were only two. That can't be right, there were three.

As Tranz checked, indeed, one of the men was gone. It was unsettling, as there was no noise, no warning, just…he was gone. At this close, he should have felt a demon, hell, he should have felt it farther away. That was perhaps equally as unsettling though, there was no demonic presence here.

The thugs suddenly noticed their missing companion and before anything could be said, something dropped from the sky and enveloped the other muscled man and ascended, leaving Tranz alone with his skinny attacker.

"Your friends are gone," Tranz pointed out the obvious. "Shut up!" the man barked as he slowly backed away. His nervous eyes darted back and forth, trying to see his invisible assailant, failing badly. "The B-b-batman…he's here." Tranz cocked his head. "Batman?" "I said shut up, kid!"

The man slowly crept backwards, eager to leave the situation, but frightened to make any sudden movement. He never noticed the black figure drop down behind him, rising slowly, but Tranz did. The pointed ears, the cape draped over his shoulders, the white eyes narrowing as the man bumped into him.

The man squealed in fear as he whirled around. "Batman! Shit! I just got out of prison, I don't need to be going back!" Tranz, oblivious to the situation, merely asked, "If you just got out, why were you going right back to crime?" "I said shut up!" The man turned to Batman, giving him a fearful smile as he laughed nervously. "Look, I wasn't gonna hurt him, I just needed a bit of cash, for the family, y'know…I…" he cut his words as Batman loomed over him, his eyes narrowing to slits as he executed a quick combo, disabling the man.

"You're safe now," Batman said to Tranz, who had his arms crossed, head tilted to an odd angle as he made sense of the situation. Tranz made a light laugh, turned around, back to Batman, and said, "I didn't need your help, you know." He only got silence and turned around, Batman was gone, leaving Tranz alone.

That had been weird. Where'd that guy come from? A man who calls himself Batman who moves with the stealth of a demon hunter, who strikes fear into the hearts of men like he was a demon himself. Tranz made a note to make sure he never underestimated the man in the event that he had to confront the man.

Going back to his walk in the streets of Gotham and filing Batman away in his head, he went back to his memories, trying to sort them out. He was positive that he had a volatile relationship with his siblings, but the gentler scenes in his head seemed so real. The instinct to comfort Bonnie came from experience. It was beginning to grate on his nerves, he needed a new distraction.

Fate seemed to be on his side as he came to the scene of a jewelry store, the wall ripped away. "Now what does that to brick besides a demon," thought Tranz, who decided to investigate.

Observing from the wreckage, he discovered a weird pair of individuals. He figured the city was full of weirdoes at this point. They were both clad in black, but one was far more muscled than the other. Tubes ran from the back of his head into his wrists. The other seemed to lack defining physical fitness, but his head was covered in a dome.

"Watch for police," the domed one commanded. "Right, just make sure I get paid." The muscled one said. He walked to the door, observing through the window, but he seemed bored. He probably wanted some type of action, Tranz would give it to him, just a little.

"Oh Nora," the domed one said as his hands ran over a case of diamonds, "Just wait a little while longer." "Please, just nab the diamonds and while you're at it, the rest of the jewels would go great with my pay."

"I'm pretty sure the store's closed," Tranz said, stepping in from the hole in the wall. "Get lost, brat," the muscled one snapped, but Tranz merely waved for the man to try it. "Bane! Just get rid of him." The domed one ordered. "With pleasure," Bane said, walking to Tranz, standing just a few inches taller than the demon hunter as their distances closed.

"Walk away, boy," Bane hissed, but Tranz smirked. At that, Bane brought a fist to Tranz, who made no effort to move. The blow landed squarely on his jaw, but Tranz made no change in his stance, merely replied, "Is that all?

Tranz saw that Bane was masked, otherwise, he bet the man would be scowling. Bane twisted a dial on his wrist and liquid rushed from the tubes into his body. His mass began to expand exponentially. He grew in height as his arms and legs became tree trunks. His body soon became the equivalent of a tank, an eight to nine foot tank looming over Tranz with hands Bane was positive could crush the boy like a bug.

Tranz watched the transformation and had to admit, he was impressed. He might even need room to fight. He drew his opponent outside, into the street. Now he'd see how Bane worked.

Bane lunged, his massive arms trying to crush Tranz, who made it out of the way all-too easy. "Of course, big and slow," Tranz thought as he leapt over Bane, landing on his head. He jumped off as Bane brought his hands together over his head in a deafening clap. Bane then swiped with his powerful right arm, but Tranz tested his strength. He blocked the arm with little effort and delivered a strong punch to the man's stomach and then another to his chin in a strong uppercut.

Bane stumbled back and fell over with a large thud, nowhere near expecting a person of that frame possessing that much strength. He growled and went for the dial on his wrist, but Tranz snatched his arm away and squeezed. The pressure was incredible. Bane was quick to fall to his knees in pain. "You want the pain to stop? How do you undo your little muscle trick?" "Th-the dial…"

Tranz let the man's hand go and Bane twisted it, but instead of going back to normal like Tranz thought would happen, Bane only grew in size and muscle, his skin beginning to rip from his black clothing that had been behaving as far as expansion went. Tranz could hear the man's heart beating faster as the liquid flowed into his veins from the tubes. "The tubes…"

Bane roared and attacked Tranz, who sidestepped and ripped the tubing from Bane in a fast motion, the liquid spraying everywhere as Bane shrunk back to his normal form in a display of pain that made him pass out.

"Bane!" Came the voice of the man in the dome. "Bane, is everything alright? Haven't you taken care of that kid? I'm not paying you to take your time and enjoy yourself!"

The other black clad man stepped out, sack full of jewels, and gasped at the sight of the mighty Bane toppled by some kid. "You're interfering in things you can't possibly understand, boy!" he shouted as he produced a rather unusual gun.

Tranz blinked at the weapon curiously as it fired, a shrieking noise accompanied by a blast of white light that quickly froze all that came in contact with it, including Tranz's leg.

"Let it be known that Mr. Freeze is not without compassion, boy. Consider that a warning."

Tranz shrugged off the cold and brought his aura to the surface, culminating it in the leg that was frozen, quickly thawing it, granting a surprised expression from Mr. Freeze, who fired his ice gun repeatedly at a dodging Tranz.

"Just like a Mazuret move," Tranz said as he took cover behind a building. "I wonder how close to the Water Dragons it really is…"

All six styles of demon hunting were special, with their strengths and weaknesses that could be manipulated expertly in different ways by each of the other styles of the Dragon Clans. The similarity between the weapon and the Mazuret freezing technique made him figure he could exploit the same weakness.

He rolled out from the building, hand opened as a familiar orb of white light formed from his fingers. He tossed the unfinished ball at Mr. Freeze, who promptly blasted it with his ice gun. Tranz's prayers on the similarity of the moves was answered. Even in its weak, harmless form, there was enough substance to freeze the ball, the force of the shot making it fly to Tranz. Tranz slid up and lodged his foot into it, giving it far greater force, spiraling it into Mr. Freeze's dome, shattering it.

Freeze screamed in agony as his face met the warm night air. He sprawled about, trying to find some type of relief as a puzzled Tranz watched. Freeze used the only option available to him, he blasted himself with his own weapon and the ice quickly ran from his face, all the way to the ground, freezing him in place.

"Weird…" Tranz muttered to himself. He looked at the icicle that was Mr. Freeze and the unconscious lump that was Bane and asked himself, "Just what the heck do I do with them?" "The police will take care of them."

Tranz spun around and saw the man known as Batman watching him across the street, now making his way to survey Tranz's handiwork.

"How long were you watching?" Tranz asked. "Long enough to realize I did those thugs a favor by taking care of them before you did it yourself." Tranz stifled a laugh and replied, "I wouldn't have hurt them too badly. I would never use lethal force on a human being." "I take it you fight something that isn't human." Tranz groaned at the realization that the Batman could take a hint as well as he could, probably meant he couldn't get away with a lie either.

"The things I fight are rather dangerous. More dangerous than these two. Though, you don't have to worry about it, I haven't felt a single one," he shrugged, "Though if I'm distracted, I've learned I'm bad about tracking them."

Batman leaned forward, his posture demanding fear from those around him as his white eyes narrowed. Police sirens could be heard so he quickly said, "Be careful of the enemies you make while here, and I'm watching you."

He raised his hand to the sky, grapple exposed, and it shot off, latching onto one of the high buildings and he vanished into the air, leaving Tranz alone once more. Tranz, upon bringing his attention back to the police sirens, vacated the area as well.

Morning came and events were rather boring. Tranz decided to regale the group of his night encounter with the Batman and the two villains he dispatched, quite a shock to the group who rather understood Tranz refused to spend any time of his life 'normal'.

The quartet attended a movie that fell into the category of 'Chick Flick' if he remembered how he'd heard Monique describe an earlier movie. While he found the movie boring, everyone else in the theater found it to be a real tear-jerker apparently because even Shego was crying near the end.

The concept of a movie about an abusing husband beating his wife, only for her to leave and realize she loved him and went back to him eluded Tranz, were people really that stupid? It was like watching the Oxygen Channel, he'd seen plenty of movies that involved an abusive husband and a recessive woman, how does this appeal to women? He was positive it would be wholly different if he hit either of the three girls he spent his time around, so what's up?

The movie aside and lunch at a restaurant, the group enjoyed a walk in the park after Tranz muttered something about every time he entered a park, he had to fight something. Hey, it was true, he'd yet to enter a park and not go into battle, but he went along with the situation, only to have to dispatch a mugger, muttering something along the lines of 'every freakin' time' under his breath.

It was around then that Bonnie inquired about the nature of Kim and Shego's relationship, watching their close interactions, reminiscent of hers with Tranz and they gave their standard motto of 'we found each other' and giggled. Frankly it suited Bonnie fine that Kim Possible wasn't interested in her boyfriend, a jealousy in her she couldn't explain, but they eventually retired to their rooms to get ready for their auction, after all, the third key awaited them.

They emerged after a while, ready to go. Kim went for a powder blue dress that was rather conservative, clashing with Shego's green and black dress that generously exposed her cleavage, gaining a moment of chastisement from Kim. Bonnie opted for a black dress that exposed her back, but attention was taken by the shimmering silver design right below it. Tranz went with a pair of dress slacks and a white dress shirt covered by a purple vest with a dragon on either side embroidered in gold.

They arrived via limo, to the Gotham City Galleria, one of many groups that entered the building, eager to buy ancient trinkets to show off in their homes for that certain 'atmosphere'. Of the group was one Bruce Wayne, chatting with longtime friend Jason Blood.

"So how's the boy doing?" Jason asked his friend. "Dick? He's doing fine, he keeps real busy in Jump City, though it seems like he keeps trying to prove something." Bruce replied. "To himself?" "Or to me, I could never tell with him."

The two continued to chat with themselves, occasionally giving a 'hello' or a 'hi' to another face with money, neither paying attention to the small girl in the red and white dress, hair done in a bun, a teddy bear in her arms. She observed much, but said nothing, almost expecting something.

Her attention was brought to Tranz and gang, entering the large room, taking in its overtly fancy styling, obviously meant to please the senses of the wealthy, but she wasn't the only one who noticed.

"Well now," Bruce said as his eyebrow raised. "What?" Asked Jason. "That's the one I told you about." "You don't say," Jason Blood said as he stared at Tranz. His brow furrowed, there was definitely something weird about the kid. "Shall we?" Bruce asked as waved to the direction of the four, who were beginning to draw attention, more than likely due to the green one. Green skin aside, she was ridiculously attractive, and with how she showed herself off, she more than likely knew it.

The two men approached the four and Bruce opened his mouth, only to have the girl in the black dress do the talking. "Oh my god! It's Bruce Wayne! I mean wow! I…it…TRANZ! It's Bruce Wayne!" "So you said," Tranz stated, not bothering to cover the annoyance in his voice at Bonnie's outburst.

"Hi, I'm Kim Possible," Kim said, as it seemed Tranz and Bonnie had entered their own world for the moment. She motioned to Shego and said, "This is Shego and those two are Tranz and Bonnie." Shego waved to the two men as she went to find some type of refreshment.

"Kim Possible? You're quite famous. Thanks to your friend, you know I'm Bruce Wayne and this is my friend Jason Blood." "Pleased to meet you, Miss Possible," Jason said as he offered his hand, to which Kim took, shaking it.

"How can you be so calm in front of him?" shot Bonnie. "That is Bruce Wayne, one of the richest men in the world! Renowned philanthropist! Voted world's sexiest man eight times!" Tranz stared at her coldly and said, "You know…I'm your date, not him." The group laughed and Bruce told them, "It would have been nine, but I declined this year. It goes to a Mr. Vlad Masters." Bonnie twisted her nose, "That guy's not sexy…"

As Bonnie continued to droll over Bruce Wayne, Tranz found himself locked into a staring contest with Jason Blood. There was something to him. There was the faintest hint of demon in him. It wasn't strong, or so Tranz hoped, but from the gaze he got from Jason, it seemed the man felt something in him as well. They gazed at each other, meeting eyes, and in that instant, felt the other's spiritual essence, both equally shocked to feel the depth of the other's power. They would have held a conversation, but the auction was beginning, so they parted ways, Tranz putting his arm around Bonnie's arm, almost dragging her away from Bruce Wayne.

It took everyone a while to settle into their seats, Tranz noting that Shego and Kim were seated elsewhere and that Bruce Wayne, to his relief, was on the far side of the room with Jason Blood. He scolded himself for his petty jealousy. Bruce Wayne was a grown man and Bonnie was a 17 year old girl with a schoolgirl crush, it was all just too petty. He would have thought more on it, but the auction began.

Items went for grabs, ancient treasures being degraded to being sold like common household items, though none of it held Tranz's interest until they reached the Shields of Balance.

The 'shields' were in reality bracelets, one white with a black dot, the other black with a white dot. They weren't spectacular or anything and one could hardly call them shields, but Tranz seemed to know better and to his luck, found himself the only one interested in the seemingly pathetic items.

The auction kept going at a steady pace, Bruce Wayne going for a few items, and due to his money, no one dared rival him. Jason Blood went for a few things, one being the Crown of Tears, though Tranz thought nothing of it. Even Shego went for a few things, rather gaudy in Kim's opinion, but they were apparently meant to spruce the emptiness of Tranz's room. Tranz though, stayed quiet, ready to use the rest of his money on the key.

"Next," the auctioneer said, "We have this interesting key." He held it up, even paler in comparison than the Shields of Balance. "Who knows what doors of wonder it opened or secrets it kept locked. We shall start the bid at one hundred dollars."

Tranz was about to offer his bid, not knowing that Shego intended to play with him by giving her own bid, but neither got their words out because of an odd laugh followed by, "I bid one dollar!"

The entire room turned to see none other than the infamous Penguin with several henchmen loaded with automatic weapons.

"What is it with freaks in this city?" Tranz asked as he brought his open palm to his face, sliding it down slowly. He stood up with everyone else as the henchmen ushered everyone to the side of the room. He eyed the antsy movements of Kim and Shego and caught their attention by shaking his head. There was no need to go around trying to be heroes in this room, not when the enemy had automatic rifles and there were so many civilians. As if to emphasize the point, even more armed men entered and approached the crowded group.

A few men shoved priceless artifacts into sacks, merely opting to carry out the larger items while Penguin marched in front of his captive audience and demanded, "Okay, all you rich freaks hand over your valuables to my associates here." Two thugs guffawed while opening their own sacks and Shego muttered, "I can't believe I'm being jacked by a midget…"

Penguin nearly jumped out of his skin at the comment and whirled to her. "What did you say?" Shego bent down to get into Penguin's face, emphasizing his lack of size and said, "I said you were tiny. You are. You are a tiny, tiny man and I can't believe I'm being robbed by you."

Kim nudged Shego and gave Penguin a pleasant smile, to which he merely grunted and let his men get back to robbing the place. Only after making sure everyone was relieved of their valuables and that all the ancient trinkets were loaded, he and his men escaped to three large trucks, splitting up and making their getaway.

Now was the time for action. Kim and Shego made their way outside and began their pursuit, only to realize dresses were not tracking clothing. Both found themselves having to rip their gowns into an odd sort of miniskirt so they could use their legs to their fullest, scaling the building's wall in no time, quickly splitting up and resorting to building hopping to keep up with the vehicles.

Inside, people quickly tried to evacuate the room and only Tranz seemed to notice Bruce Wayne and Jason Blood leaving in an opposite direction. He turned to Bonnie and said, "Wait here, wait for the police, then make it back to the hotel. I won't be long. I promise." Bonnie nodded and smiled and in Tranz's eyes, she was his sister again, his promise seemed familiar, like he'd said it before, but he shook the thought from his head and made his way out the building to join Shego and Kim in their chase.

-To Be Continued-

Ending Notes: Good a place to end as any. Thanks for reading! I'll update as soon as I get a thing or two out the way, but I ask you, the reader, to be patient! That and…well considering it's a freakin' world of crossovers, what other crossover should be included?

Once more, happy day of birthing and such to Ki Master!

On a final note…HUZZAH! The story has favs! That either means I'm doing a good job…OR I'M GONNA EXPLODE!