As the Hulk in Danny Phantom/DC/Young Justice

The warehouse had never felt so crowded. Jazz paced between monitoring equipment while Tucker worked to process the astronomical data from their space battle. Sam maintained watch on their modified ghost sensors as the siblings tried to explain what had happened.

"So let me get this straight," Jazz paused her pacing, psychology notebook already half-full of new observations. "You're both part of intergalactic emotional light corps now?"

"Pretty much," Danny's Blue Ring pulsed gently as he floated near the ceiling. "Though I think Samael got the better deal. His rage doesn't hurt anymore."

"The ring contains it," Samael explained, watching crimson energy dance across his fingers with newfound fascination. "All the power, none of the burning."

"The energy readings are INSANE!" Tucker's fingers flew across multiple PDAs. "The way your ghost cores interact with the rings creates completely new power signatures! And don't even get me started on the quantum-"

"Tucker," Sam interrupted, adjusting their security measures, "breathing is still a thing."

"Sorry! But guys, do you realize what this means? The combined output of ghost energy and emotional spectrum power could revolutionize-"

"Our ability to hide it from Mom and Dad?" Danny suggested. "Because that's kind of priority one right now."

Jazz closed her notebook decisively. "We need protocols. New ones. The Justice League knowing about your ghost powers was one thing, but this..."

"Two teenagers with access to both ghostly and emotional spectrum powers," Sam summarized. "Yeah, that's going to attract attention."

"Especially since I basically rewrote how Red Rings work," Samael added. "Something tells me we haven't seen the last of Atrocitus or his Corps."

"Great," Danny sighed. "More angry space visitors. At least the Box Ghost keeps his property damage local."

"Can you still... you know, Hulk out?" Sam asked carefully. "Now that the ring contains your rage?"

"Not just Hulk out," Samael's lips curved into a slight smile, watching crimson energy dance between his fingers. "For the first time, I can actually think clearly in that form. The ring lets me control how much rage I feel, and any excess?" He demonstrated by letting his anger flow into the ring, causing it to pulse brighter. "Straight into our new friend here."

"The psychological implications-" Jazz started, her pen already moving.

"Are that I can finally breathe, Jazz," Samael cut her off, though his tone carried warmth rather than irritation.

"The form's not as strong as when I'm running on pure rage, but..." He created a series of intricate constructs that moved with deadly precision. "I think I can live with that trade-off."

"Dude," Tucker's fingers flew across his PDA, "you're basically telling rage itself to sit down and behave!"

"Speaking of behavior," Samael studied his ring thoughtfully. "Ring, can you hide yourself from detection?"

"Affirmative, rage-bearer," a feminine voice responded, making everyone but Samael and Desiree jump. "This unit can mask its presence from all forms of detection."

"Now they talk," Danny floated closer, examining his own ring. "Because why not?"

"We have always spoken, hope-bearer," his ring chimed in with a different but equally feminine voice.

"Ring," Samael addressed his band with newfound authority, "hide yourself from all detection except those currently present in this room. No need to give Mom and Dad more reasons to break out the Fenton Ghost Detector Mark Whatever."

"Command acknowledged. Stealth protocols engaged."

Danny immediately turned to his own ring. "What he said! Hide from everyone except us!"

"As you wish, bearer of hope."

"Well," Desiree observed dryly from her corner, "at least your new jewelry is more cooperative than I am."

"Ring," Samael addressed the crimson band, "what are the full capabilities of our combined powers?"

"Ghost core integration expands standard parameters," the ring responded with precise efficiency. "Rage energy can now merge with spectral abilities."

"Straight to the point, isn't it?" Danny observed, floating near the ceiling.

"Hope Ring functionality enhanced by ghost core," his own ring stated simply. "New applications available."

"Now that's more like it," Samael created another construct, deliberately mixing his ghost energy with the ring's power.

"The readings are incredible," Tucker hadn't looked up from his PDA. "The way your ghost cores adapt to the rings' energy, creating hybrid powers that-"

"That we need to learn to control," Jazz interrupted, her analytical mind already mapping scenarios. "Preferably before Mom and Dad's next ghost-hunting invention goes haywire."

"Ring," Samael queried, "status of stealth protocols against Fenton technology?"

"Concealment complete. Detection impossible through current methods."

"At least that's handled," Danny sighed with relief. "Ring, same confirmation?"

"Affirmative."

"Well," Samael watched crimson energy dance across his fingers with newfound control, "guess we've got some practicing to do."

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The abandoned steel mill at the edge of Amity Park had become their new testing ground. Far from prying eyes and ghost detection equipment, the brothers worked through their combined powers.

"Ring, analysis of current power integration?"

"Ghost core successfully merged with rage energy. Current efficiency: 89.4%"

"Show off," Danny floated nearby, his blue light casting gentle shadows. "Ring, same question?"

"Hope and spectral energies synchronized at 82.7% efficiency."

Samael shifted to his Hulk form, maintaining perfect clarity as the ring absorbed excess fury. The massive green figure moved with controlled power, each motion precise rather than explosive.

"You know," Danny created a complex series of hope constructs that danced around his brother's red ones, "we probably should have expected company."

"Interesting display," Batman's voice came from the shadows. Of course he'd been watching. "The rings complement your ghost powers in unexpected ways."

"Testing the limits," Samael replied calmly, his voice steady despite his massive form. "Learning what's possible."

"While keeping my brother from accidentally breaking physics," Danny added, his blue energy harmonizing with Samael's red. "You know, normal sibling stuff."

"Caution advised," both rings stated simultaneously. "Approaching aircraft contains Kryptonian life signs."

Superman descended through the mill's broken roof, having clearly coordinated with Batman. "We need to discuss the implications of what happened today."

"The rings choosing us?" Samael remained in his Hulk form, but his tone stayed measured. "Or the fact that I rewrote how Red Lantern power works?"

"Both," Batman stepped forward. "Your combined powers create possibilities we don't fully understand. And your modification of rage itself..."

"Look," Danny created a blue construct chair and lounged in it mid-air, "if this is about the whole 'unprecedented power combination' thing, Tucker's already got like fifty spreadsheets on it."

"This isn't about power analysis," Batman's voice carried careful precision. "It's about implications. A Red Lantern who controls rage rather than being controlled by it-"

"Changes everything they thought they knew about the Red Light," Samael finished, his massive form creating crimson constructs with surgical accuracy. "Yeah, Atrocitus made that pretty clear."

Superman floated closer, though he maintained a respectful distance from their practice session. "It's not just the Corps we're concerned about. The ability to channel both emotional spectrum energy and ghost powers..."

"Makes us even more interesting to people we'd rather avoid," Danny translated, his blue light pulsing gently. "Like certain guys in white suits?"

"Among others," Batman confirmed. "Your previous abilities already drew attention. These new ones-"

"Make us bigger targets," Samael's voice remained steady despite his Hulk form. "But they also make us better prepared."

"Ring," Danny addressed his band, "how many government surveillance attempts in the last hour?"

"Three separate scanning arrays detected and deflected."

"See?" Danny grinned. "We're handling it. The rings actually make hiding easier."

"It's not just about hiding," Superman started.

"No," Samael agreed, crimson energy dancing around his massive fingers. "It's about control. About choice. About using these powers our way."

"Which, by the way," Danny added, creating more complex hope constructs, "is working out pretty well so far. No cities destroyed, no reality warped - well, not much anyway."

Batman's eyes narrowed slightly. "And when others come to test that control?"

"Then they'll learn," Samael's voice carried a dangerous edge to it, "what those with hope, and direction for rage can do."

Danny floated higher, his blue energy swirling lazily. "Actually, why are we even treating these guys like such a big deal? I mean, we're literally space cops now. Or well, I am. Sam's more like... space anger management?"

"Designation: Red Lantern Corps enforcer," Samael's ring corrected.

"Whatever. Point is," Danny created a blue construct of a Guy in White running from a floating teenager, "what exactly can they do? Their best tech couldn't handle us before we got cosmic jewelry."

"Overconfidence-" Batman started.

"Isn't what this is," Samael interrupted, his Hulk form moving with deliberate precision. "It's reality. The Guys in White, the government, whoever - they're not the real threats anymore."

"No?" Superman's tone carried warning. "Then what are?"

"The things that might notice Earth now has both hope and controlled rage as defenders," Samael began, "The kinds of beings that make ghost hunters look like kids with water guns."

"Finally!" Danny threw up his hands, still floating upside down. "Someone else says it! I mean seriously, we've got ghost powers, lantern rings, and my brother can literally become a green giant that grows stronger by just getting more angry. Pretty sure we're past worrying about guys in suits."

"Your point?" Batman's voice remained neutral, though something in his posture shifted.

"Our point," Samael replied, "is that maybe instead of warnings about government attention, we should be discussing what's really coming.

Because something tells me Atrocitus wasn't the last cosmic-level visitor we'll be getting."

"Ring," Danny addressed his band, "how many non-Earth entities capable of detecting hope and rage signatures are within scanning range?"

"Current scans limited to local parameters. Unable to verify non-Earth entity detection capabilities."

"Huh," Danny floated upside down. "Not as all-knowing as the cosmic jewelry seemed."

"Ring," Samael queried, still in his Hulk form, "explain scanning limitations."

"This unit's primary function is emotional spectrum energy detection and manipulation. Broader cosmic awareness beyond standard parameters not guaranteed."

"In other words," Danny flipped right-side up, "we've got super-powered mood rings that are really good at their specific job, but maybe not so much at everything else?"

"Which is why training and understanding your limits is crucial," Batman stated.

"Though those limits seem to keep changing," Superman observed, watching crimson energy dance around Samael's massive form with precise control.

"Speaking of limits," Danny created a complex series of hope constructs, "we should probably get back to figuring out how these powers work with our ghost abilities. You know, before Tucker blows up another PDA trying to record the energy readings."

"Or before Jazz fills another notebook with 'psychological implications,'" Samael added dryly.