When Dick called home, begging to come back from his undercover work, he dialed the wrong number. He dialed Fentonworks phone.
Jack Fenton answered.
Jack Fenton sounds so much like Bruce at first listen if someone is tired and emotionally wrecked that Dick started going on his tangeant, pleading to come home.
Jack Fenton doesn't mind more kids at all! Neither does Maddie!
Jack tells him to come home and gives him the address to Fentonworks, and gets the guest room set up and ready to go.
Dick, finally arriving three days later, still sleep deprived and not all there, stares at the blimp on the building and starts to think he may have dialed the wrong number.
He doesn't have time to cry and go back, though, because Jack and Maddie Fenton whirlwind their way out the door and corral him into his new bedroom, treating him like he's always been their son and he's just been gone for awhile.
And Dick...Dick needs this. He's three steps from a mental breakdown, can't think past two sentences worth of planning, and he hasn't slept in who knows how long. He can regret later, right now, he'll take it.
He allows them to tuck him into bed, allows himself to fall asleep, and leaves the freaking out to a more awake him.
Danny, meanwhile, is having a little chat with a few of the ghosts that regularly follow Dick Grayson, and goes invisible and intangible to just...fly over to where this guy had been and steal the info he was after.
Because holy shit, that dude looks like he needs a break.
Or: Dick gets adopted as an adult by the Fentons instead of Bruce, and gets a really weird support network.
Dick... wasn't quite sure how he'd gotten here. Oh, he remembered all the steps, but things weren't quite adding up. He remembered reaching his breaking point for his undercover mission. He remembers calling Bruce, and Bruce telling him he could come home before rattling off the address of a nearby safe house. He remembers driving there, and a freak storm whipping up for the last hour of the drive.
Everything after that was a bit of a blur, though. He doesn't think he was drugged. He doesn't feel drugged. He was certainly sleep deprived last night, which could account for some of the fuzziness. He has vague recollections of getting into the house, being fed some chicken soup, taking a shower and collapsing into the bed. He remembers feeling safe, for the first time in a while.
Danny woke up again when he felt the chest his face was pressed against stiffen slightly, and the arms holding him tighten a bit more. It was a good thing breathing was somewhat optional for him or he would probably be struggling a bit. He, however, found this very comfy, and kind of just wanted to lay here a little longer to soak in these premium cuddles.
HÃŦs as yet unamed cuddle buddy had other ideas though, moving one hand up to his pulse point. Danny pulled back a little, blinking blearily up, the man's hand following as he moved.
Dick sat on the edge of the bed a moment after Danny had left, head spinning with the realization that he had cried all over this unsuspecting teenager.
The resemblance hadn't been lost on him, of course. The differences were obvious now he was awake, but half asleep he could understand the mistake. Black hair, blue eyes, nearly the same height. Close to Jason's age, too.
Still didn't make it ok, though.
Danny felt the spike of panic behind him before he saw it. He heard the chair clatter to the floor as he put down the glass in his hand. He turned around just in time to see Dick back up against the wall, then slide down it as his legs started to give out from under him.
Danny caught eyes with his mom; while he couldnât exactly call himself familiar to Dick, he would be more familiar than his mom. He signaled to her that he would take point. She hesitated a moment before nodding, turning back to the started pancakes so they wouldn't burn. He knew even if it looked like she was focused elsewhere she could snap into action if needed.
Danny slowly made his way over to Dick, stopping a few feet away when Dick's attention snapped to him. His ragged breathing was quieter than expected, and he appeared to already be attempting a breathing pattern.
Danny crouched down to make himself smaller, hands low in front of him to appear non-threatening. Dick's eyes were a bit glazed over again, and Danny wasn't sure if Dick would recognize him or not.
"Hey Dick, it's Danny. Is it ok if I come closer?"
There was long moment, the only sound Dick's ragged breathing, before the older man nodded slightly. Danny slowly crept forward, careful not to make any sudden moves, and keeping an eye out for any sign Dick wanted him to stop.
Instead the man reached out when he was close enough, and grabbed his wrists, one in each hand, once again feeling for his pulse. Danny could feel the panic come down a notch when he did, and Dick started to breathe a little easier.
The man did, however, still manage to pull Danny in closer until he was more or less in Dick's lap. Danny shot his mom a thumbs up when she looked over; Dick seemed to find the touch calming, so he didn't mind teddy bear duty. Even if it was thr second time today.
Dick had almost fully calmed when they all three heard the front door slam open, and the boisterous yell of Jack Fenton coming from the entry way.
Danny felt Dick tense underneath him, but it still came as a surprise when Jack came around the corner and Danny suddenly found himself pushed behind Dick as the man settled into a clearly defensive stance.
If Dick was still seeing Jason right now, who was he seeing when he looked at Jack?
