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It's a scene from my Detective Conan, Danny Phantom Crossover, Phantom of Baika Street~ Chapter 6.

This is my first real serious/finished piece in a while, and as anyone can see I got lazy with the background. I tried to draw the broken glass on the ground...but I got stumped and so it all mysteriously vanished!

Story Summary: Ayumi once claimed Kudou’s house was haunted. It wasn’t back then, not until a hunted half-ghost girl made it her home. A wrong flight sends a weak and tired Danni Phantom to Tokyo, trying to find a place to rest outside of Vlad's long reach. DP/DC cross

Chapter Excerpt:

Danni glared up at the man who held her, doing her best to ignore the deranged laugh he let out, pressing the barrel of the gun harder against her head, “Come on man,” He was speaking to the quaking clerk behind the counter, “Hand over all the cash ya’ got or the walls are gonna need some redecorating.” There was a soft click as the safety on the weapon was removed, “I’m thinking a nice pretty red.”

“I—I can’t. Not without a transaction—”

“Screw the transaction!” The robber snarled, his grip on the girl loosening as he turned a portion of his attention elsewhere. Danielle felt the gun shift slightly, as if the man was wavering between two targets. Fury welled up within her at that thought—there was no way she’d let him shoot anyone else!

It happened on instinct, she twisted in the man’s grasp, hands clamping down on the barrel of the gun as she reached inside, groping for the energy that had to be there—

—and both Danni and the gun fell through the man’s hands and onto the floor.

“What the hell?!” One minute the robber was quite comfortable, gun in one hand and a hostage in the other, when suddenly both were empty and said hostage had the gun trained on him. “Brat!”

“Don’t move!” She yelled at him, quivering slightly as she tried to process what had happened. Intangibility had worked almost perfectly; she didn’t feel the tell-tale dizziness or drain that usually preceded a melt-down. Had last night just been a fluke? It had shaken her up—she’d had no problems up until the fight with the proto-spook—and had wondered if her body had just suddenly hit its limit. Could it have just been a result of using her heavier powers? Her face scrunched up thoughtfully as she tried something, where was it? Ah, there.

The man snarled at her inattention, dropping down quickly and sweeping the girl off her feet. With the same motion he flung her into the shop window, sending her flying through the glass which proceeded to shatter in no less than a million pieces, revealing a good portion of the shop to the police and the onlookers beyond the barricade. Seeing the opportunity, a couple of the officers tried to move closer—

—only to be stopped when the would-be robber grabbed up the discarded hand-gun and trained it on the other hostages, a woman and her two children when were huddled up against the counter, directly in the weapon’s sights, “Now,” he barked, loud enough that the police outside could hear him, “I want all the money in this joint—now—as well as the little brat. Then maybe I won’t blow their brains all over…”

Whatever else he was going to say died out as the prone black and white form stirred, rising from the ground. The girl’s back was to the police, glowing green eyes blazing from the shadows cast by the sudden onslaught of unfiltered light the shattered window had let in. There were a few cuts on her face, green blood oozing slowing from them, “Try it.” Danielle dared, taking great pride in the expression of horror and terror that was dawning on the newly-turned victim’s face, “Just try and shoot them.”

“Stay back!” He cried, finger snapping down on the trigger. A few things happened at once: the mother fainted right then and there, the worker shivered from his hiding place beneath the counter where he’d hidden when the courageous girl had been thrown through the widow, and the police held their collective breath.

Click.

Danni smirked. The robber sweated.

Click. Click.

Terrified eyes snapped between the girl and the gun, finally settling on the closed fist that slowly rose from her side. Black-gloved fingers uncurled.

Ka-chink. Ka-chink. Ka-chink.

The bullet shells fell harmlessly to the ground, clattering against the tile floor.

If anyone is interested, the story can be found here. [link]

Description
It's a scene from my Detective Conan, Danny Phantom Crossover, Phantom of Baika Street~ Chapter 6.

This is my first real serious/finished piece in a while, and as anyone can see I got lazy with the background. I tried to draw the broken glass on the ground...but I got stumped and so it all mysteriously vanished!

Story Summary: Ayumi once claimed Kudou’s house was haunted. It wasn’t back then, not until a hunted half-ghost girl made it her home. A wrong flight sends a weak and tired Danni Phantom to Tokyo, trying to find a place to rest outside of Vlad's long reach. DP/DC cross

Chapter Excerpt:

Danni glared up at the man who held her, doing her best to ignore the deranged laugh he let out, pressing the barrel of the gun harder against her head, “Come on man,” He was speaking to the quaking clerk behind the counter, “Hand over all the cash ya’ got or the walls are gonna need some redecorating.” There was a soft click as the safety on the weapon was removed, “I’m thinking a nice pretty red.”

“I—I can’t. Not without a transaction—”

“Screw the transaction!” The robber snarled, his grip on the girl loosening as he turned a portion of his attention elsewhere. Danielle felt the gun shift slightly, as if the man was wavering between two targets. Fury welled up within her at that thought—there was no way she’d let him shoot anyone else!

It happened on instinct, she twisted in the man’s grasp, hands clamping down on the barrel of the gun as she reached inside, groping for the energy that had to be there—

—and both Danni and the gun fell through the man’s hands and onto the floor.

“What the hell?!” One minute the robber was quite comfortable, gun in one hand and a hostage in the other, when suddenly both were empty and said hostage had the gun trained on him. “Brat!”

“Don’t move!” She yelled at him, quivering slightly as she tried to process what had happened. Intangibility had worked almost perfectly; she didn’t feel the tell-tale dizziness or drain that usually preceded a melt-down. Had last night just been a fluke? It had shaken her up—she’d had no problems up until the fight with the proto-spook—and had wondered if her body had just suddenly hit its limit. Could it have just been a result of using her heavier powers? Her face scrunched up thoughtfully as she tried something, where was it? Ah, there.

The man snarled at her inattention, dropping down quickly and sweeping the girl off her feet. With the same motion he flung her into the shop window, sending her flying through the glass which proceeded to shatter in no less than a million pieces, revealing a good portion of the shop to the police and the onlookers beyond the barricade. Seeing the opportunity, a couple of the officers tried to move closer—

—only to be stopped when the would-be robber grabbed up the discarded hand-gun and trained it on the other hostages, a woman and her two children when were huddled up against the counter, directly in the weapon’s sights, “Now,” he barked, loud enough that the police outside could hear him, “I want all the money in this joint—now—as well as the little brat. Then maybe I won’t blow their brains all over…”

Whatever else he was going to say died out as the prone black and white form stirred, rising from the ground. The girl’s back was to the police, glowing green eyes blazing from the shadows cast by the sudden onslaught of unfiltered light the shattered window had let in. There were a few cuts on her face, green blood oozing slowing from them, “Try it.” Danielle dared, taking great pride in the expression of horror and terror that was dawning on the newly-turned victim’s face, “Just try and shoot them.”

“Stay back!” He cried, finger snapping down on the trigger. A few things happened at once: the mother fainted right then and there, the worker shivered from his hiding place beneath the counter where he’d hidden when the courageous girl had been thrown through the widow, and the police held their collective breath.

Click.

Danni smirked. The robber sweated.

Click. Click.

Terrified eyes snapped between the girl and the gun, finally settling on the closed fist that slowly rose from her side. Black-gloved fingers uncurled.

Ka-chink. Ka-chink. Ka-chink.

The bullet shells fell harmlessly to the ground, clattering against the tile floor.

If anyone is interested, the story can be found here. [link]