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Danny sells popsicles with his ice powers, he also has flavors specifically for ghosts and liminals, since those have ecto or containe the juice of plants from the infinite realms, which includes things from other worlds, things that are extinct or don't exist yet in the present, a lot of which range from "bit tangy" to "would kill a human instantly and melt their corpse to goo", and thus are kept separate and only sold to those from the ghost zone (or otherwise undead or able to eat these thing)

The thing is, the bats notice the new vendor seemingly having a whole seperate menu he only sells to certain people, and try to figure out what he's doing.

Gotham has a thriving supernatural community. The Lady's city was basically an open tear in the veil.

Danny happily takes up residence on the human side, the antique shop with its vender stalls built in layers of wards that filter out customers based on level of supernatural being.

On the human side he runs his little ice cream cart, wards showing each customer the appropriate menus and warnings.

Now Danny wanted a pet to gaurd his apartment in Gotham, so he found a trusted realms breeder, got well-versed in their care, and got a young hydra!

It was a pygmy hydra, they usually grow to the size of a American schoolbus, not too big, and they take a LONG TIME to grow!

His baby, named her Zuri, had only one head, because do you know how UNETHICAL it is to chop a hydra's head off just to have more heads? It's like cropping the tail of a doberman and making the ears of the dog stand straight up!

But Zuri is an ABSOLUTE SWEETHEART!

Now you can imagine his surprise when he got home with Zuri having THREE NEW HEADS.

He immediately went into cooing, petting each head(thank you shapeshifting!) with the same amount of love as he did with one head.

Gimme the Bats' side of it, actually.

Just Bruce seeing this hero with no previous connections as a hero and being confused when a background check provides an identity, but that identity is squeaky clean, despite it being attached to a vigilante. No arrests, no misdemeanors, no awards in high school for being exceptional - or red marks for being tardy, late, or otherwise getting into weird situations. Batman then takes the background check even higher, looking into the secret identity's parents and grandparents and cousins and the identity just collapses as a fake one at some point.

Gimme Dick seeing a hero mope around when looking for someone to rescue, seeing Phantom just flying around aimlessly when he isn't actively rescuing someone, and being like "that kid needs a hug and a heart-to-heart chat."

Gimme Jason seeing the same thing and seeing it as reluctant heroism, making him assume that Phantom is being threatened or blackmailed into being a hero - which isn't wrong, but Red Hood goes about looking for whoever is pulling the strings in the wrong direction.

Gimme Tim looking at the same background check that B did, independently and without going into the alias' family history, and just going "that's a load of bullshit" without knowing exactly why he thinks it is. But as he observes Phantom and, to use the fic's alias, "Michael," his brain keeps pulling up little facts from the alias' background search and just noting that Phantom/Danny and "Michael" couldn't be more different on paper. So, is this another one of Ra's' schemes to mess with Tim? If that's so, couldn't he have obtained a better actor? So, Red Robin continues to mess with Phantom until he realizes "aw shit, I actually like you as a person, man."

Gimme Duke having absolutely no clue about any of it because that's not his shift, but he's good friends with this guy in a different major than himself named "Michael" and he's pretty sure the guy has figured out that Duke is a vigilante... but the guy observes Duke in the strangest way? Like, his body is turned to the side (to avoid the camera in the collar catching what Duke is doing) and his head turned to watch Duke bow out of whatever he's doing? And it's on purpose because Duke has seen the man quickly turn his body when Duke has something "suspicious" going on.

Gimme Damian admiring Phantom but just not trusting the guy. Phantom always seems so shifty even while doing such incredibly acts, always seeming to search for words to use and then having a seizure when words are coming easily to him. It's just so... strange to Damian but like, maybe it's due to the guy's powers or something. Robin goes about making documentation on whatever Phantom says before a seizure and it creates a bit of a pattern.

Gimme Cass, as each Bat is off to the side doing their own independent investigations into Danny and getting a different idea for what's going on, to show up for a night or two, meeting Phantom, and immediately going "that's not right" and pestering Phantom until she can figure out what caused her to think so.

Gimme Steph trusting Phantom at first, as much as a Bat can at least, but figuring out something is off and thinking it's because Phantom is there to harm the Batfam - which, not wrong even if it is reluctantly. So, Spoiler becomes very outspoken in distrusting Phantom and it's, quite frankly, a relief to Danny.

For one reason or another, Danny's body got destroyed and is trapped as a ghost in the realms. His only anchor back to the human world is a latest model of the Fenton thermos that he was holding before his physical body got destroyed.

In order to regain and rebuild a body of his own from scratch, he needed to pull a Kitty, and slowly possess someone and take over thair body, mind, soul and everything (danny swear its temporary, hell return everything back once hes done!) To jumpstart rebuilding his old body back from ecto and his old remains.

Remains thats been shredded to pieces and scattered.

Somehow, the thermos fell at the hands of red robin who immedietely got enchanted with the clearly advance and very obvious magitech thats shape and acts like an actual thermos that could do a whole lot of things.

Its indestructable, unhackable, terrifyingly vesatile and can change color and design at the users input. Literally tech and magic combine.

Tim is obssessed.

…the enchanting properties of the object being Dannys anchor certainly speed up the process as well.

Starting that day, Tim couldn't be seen without that thermos in his person. It doesn't matter if he's in civillian or in his vigilate hours, the thermos stayed with him.

And the longer that tim has the thermos, the more it imprints and take over him. He's more Danny than Tim by the time somebody noticed. Which is too late since when they did decided that an intervention is needed, danny had completely merge and take over everything ahout tim and went on a sabbatical to rebuilt his body.

Using Tims skills, mind, talents, and dannys powers, it only took him a few days to collect all of his scattered remains and rebuit it from scratch which was also accelerated by one of tims cloning machines he had in one of his secret hide out.

once Danny got his body back and became a complete halfa again, he explain everything to Tim (who still disoriented after being unpossessed and regaining his sense of self) officially even though its unnecessary since tim knew everything the moment Danny take over everything but still, Danny owe the guy so he still did.

Danny got his body back but now he had more problems than before.

Which is A; the entire batfam and the jl with the JL Dark in tow is searching for Tim and wants to know what the fuck is hapoening, B; what he did is a massive dick move, even if it was his only choice, because overshadowing is one thing, you are just a passenger that hijacks control from someone while possession, which is what he did here, is literally OWNING a person and their everything.

Finally, C; Tim Drake in that short amount of time, got WAY into Danny possessing him.

Like literally obssessed about it.

Danny: Tim please, give back the thermos.

Tim: nu uh.

Danny: what do you mean "nu uh"?! Let it go, its not healthy for you! I knew it was my fault but give it up so we can fix you up too.

Tim looking like a cat with a canary with his mouth: Then take over. * wiggles eye brows suggestively*

Danny: Tim no.

Tim being over the top and doubling down: *rips shirt off and spread his arms wide on both sides* T A K E M E E E

Okay to explain the situation a bit better we'll need to go from the start phantom joined the justice League a few years ago became a good trusted member and all that good stuff but he's also made abundantly clear he's a father and being a father will take priority over his work which understandable.

And that he would rather see this planet burn to the ground then see any harm come to his child. Which concerning but at least he's being truthful (also can't really blame him)

Phantom is widely known for his puns and jokes and ability to distract the villain. Villains all seem to be on good terms with him despite the fact that he's on the other side except for a few that seem deadly scared of him due to and I quote "paternal scariness". Apparently they threatened phantoms family and phantom gave them an example of what would happen to them if they did. Point is the villains have heard of his son and tell others the same.

Normally they would think this is a security branch and tell phantom to be more careful except he doesn't care at all.

In fact he would proudly announced too anyone listening about any of his sons achievements to the point where you actually got tired of listening to it even batsy groaned one time due to how often this happens.

According to phantom his baby deserves the world and he will not shut up about him it gets annoying but manageable.

When phantom receives news that he's going on a world mission he calls the league and asks them to babysit his son while he's on the mission according to him the rest of his family and friends are unable to take care of his son and he doesn't trust anyone else so they were his best chance

Of course they accepted thinking nothing of it surely phantoms would be just as sweet as he described.

They were very wrong

At first phantasmo seemed like a very calm and collected child.

Until he wasn't.

Apparently he in green arrow were having an argument about something and he wasn't listening because phantasmo was a child so said child got aggressive. Verbally very fast

he started listing and critiquing every single thing green arrow did wrong from the moment he stepped foot in the space station got deeply personal theorized about the cause of his behaviors judged him on the blindness , told him straight to his face that a peacock could shoot arrows better than him telling him how with everything being unflattering and unattractive he might also need to grow impressive feathers to have even the slimmerest of chances of getting a mate and even more impressive feathers to stay. Then his idiocy during an argument is he exact reason why people don't want to deal with him.

And according to everyone else who was watching he said even more things which led them to now

Phantasmo is staring at green arrow judgmentally

Phantasmo: seriously? You cry like a baby whose favorite toy got taken away from them because of critique?

Green arrow: *sobbing like 5 year old* YOU SAID A VACUUM HAS MORE EMOTIONAL INTELLIGENCE THAN ME HOW DOES THAT HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH THE ARGUMENT?!

Phantasmo: because during our argument you showed low levels of intelligence emotional intelligence being one of them. I was just pointing it out seeing as it was hindering your sight

It kept happening Phantasmo kept critiquing people with facts and being extremely blunt which led them to a spiral

After that batman decided Phantasmo could maybe benefit Gotham so he brought him with him in the hopes not to terrorize the others. Only to immediately lose him a day later.

He was missing for a week. A week of batman spiraling trying his best to find the kid before anything happened to him and as well as the rest of the league's concerns before phantom came back to murder him.

That was until....

"uh B? Did you take another one in? I think I'm having a therapy session with a 10 year old-"

Turns out he got bored and decided to explore the city and eventually found his way into becoming a black market therapist. What's that you may ask? we may never know.

This situation just kept continuing

Superman took him in? Started a business that could arrival lex luthor's with the motto being "if I can't fight. I'll beat a billionaire with their credit card" which ended up sending lex to the hospital one day.

Green lantern? Tried to hypnotize hal with a lantern that's conveniently green on top of him in the middle of the night chanting some kind of ancient song. He screamed and fell out of the bed

Aquaman? He became an undersea monk. Wonder woman? He became a cult leader. Starfire? He found a interdimensional portal. Zatanna? He almost convinced someone to become food. Cyborg? He made a soup kitchen in space. Found Talia al ghul and tried convincing her to adopt him. The flash? Hit him with a flask

The struggles continued with every new person to take him in.

The league are at their wit's end. The child cannot be controlled in fact that child is controlling them.

it becomes a group project of survival.

Wonder Woman: *tiny white snake uncurls from her neck, and slithers into her hand where she sets it down*

Flash: Wha-

Snake: *flashes brightly before being replaced by Phantom*

Flash: Woah!

Green Lantern: *whistles* How long have you been able to do that?

Phanton: 36 hours. New power.

Green Lantern: Another one?! How many powers are you going to get kid?

Phantom, scowling: Shut up. *turns to Flash* What did you want?

Flash: Uhhh the telescope you wanted is her-

"Oh honey, as far as we're concerned you're our flesh and blood!" His mom was quick to reassure him, "Though legally speaking... yes."

Danny frowned as he read through and reread the papers, trying to reconcile the information found there with the story he'd been told. A story about a younger version of his parents, who'd had his sister and decided they were ready for another child but were struggling.

After multiple failed attempts, they sought out a fertility specialist and learned that their years of exposure to hazardous materials had compromised their ability to have children. The fact that Jazz was born first try and without complications was a miracle. A long series of medical records and doctors notes showed all the tests they went through trying to find another way to conceive, culminating in a positive test result for Maddie's ability to carry to term. With renewed hope, they began to research IVF treatments and donors. Unfortunately, they couldn't afford both an egg and sperm donor as they hadn't yet found someone willing to invest in their patents. Not willing to give up, Maddie took to browsing online forums for advice from people who had been in her position. It was there she learned that, similar to organ donors, people who have their embryos frozen can sign a consent form allowing their stored embryos to be donated in the event of their death. This was the lead they were waiting for.

Another couple who had also been struggling to conceive had six embryos prepared and were successful on the fourth attempt, leaving two behind when they passed away. Having signed the consent form, those two embryos had been kept in stasis waiting to be donated. With a confirmation that they were compatible, the Fentons wasted no time in setting up an appointment. The first didn't take but the second did. They took every precaution during the pregnancy, this leading their decision to start wearing hazmat suits even while outside the lab, and nine months later the Fentons were welcoming their second child to the family. At this point in telling the story, Danny had been handed two matching documents; the donor profiles the clinic had given his parents all those years ago. There were no pictures, and information like surname and address had been redacted out of privacy, but they held the health screenings and physical descriptions of a couple named Thomas and Martha. 

"Nothing has to change Danny," His mother stated, "We love you so much and are so proud of you, biological child or not."

"That's right Dann-o!" His father jumped in, "The only difference is that now you know." 

Danny looked at his parents, then to the documents, then back to his parents before asking, "So why are you telling me this now?"

"It was never something we meant to keep from you. And now that you're sixteen, we felt it was the right time," His dad said.

"And," His mom added, "We felt that, if you wanted to have a relationship with your biological family, you should have the chance to find them." She then placed a box on the table, an AncestryDNA kit. "We never had any means of contact to let them know you were born and services like this didn't exist back then. It's okay if you don't want to, but we felt you should have the option."

Danny studied the kit before nodding to himself with determination. "No matter what some DNA kit has to say, you're my parents. You've been there for me my entire life, I'm not going to replace you with some strangers who share blood with me. But.. I would like to know them."

Secure in his decision, he proceeded to complete the DNA collection and send out the test with help from his parents. In a little over a month he would receive his results. He was nervous to find out if he had grandparents or siblings but, a little selfishly, relieved that he wouldn't have to worry about meeting his biological parents. He knows he's old enough that a court would let him choose where he ended up but he doesn't want to think about what would have happened if his bio parents were alive and decided they wanted to fight for custody. That just made him feel guilty though. He should feel sorrow for the parents he never got to meet, and he does, but if they had lived, would they ever have gone back for him? Would they eventually have decided they wanted another child or would he never have been born, forever in stasis as the world went on without him? 

He shoved those thoughts away, not wanting to dwell on them. He doesn't need to worry about 'what if's, they didn't happen after all. This is how his life played out and he wouldn't trade it, his family, and his friends for anything. Now he just has the opportunity to add some new people to that group. Until then, it's back to his normal routine while anxiously awaiting his results.

Later, in a cave in New Jersey far below the surface, an alert would flash on a high tech computer. 

NEW DNA MATCH - 2 CONNECTIONS

Bruce Wayne - Brother 

Wanna know what idea we don't play with often enough?

Unhinged Damian.

Dead Serious idea! Warning, maybe forced marriage? LOA Leader Damian?

Now what if, hear me out.

Gotham Academy starts a debate team to “encourage civic engagement.”

Danny Fenton signs up because he thinks it’s about arguing for fun.

Damian signs up because he intends to win.

This is already a mistake.

Danny’s approach to debate is… unconventional. He doesn’t research like everyone else. He just walks into the room, listens for a bit, and then says things that feel less like arguments and more like he already knows how it’s going to end.

“Your plan falls apart in about ten minutes,” Danny tells an opponent calmly. “You’re relying on people staying scared, and they won’t.”

“…Based on what evidence?”

Danny shrugs. “It just doesn’t stick.”

He wins anyway.

It becomes a pattern.

He predicts outcomes he shouldn’t be able to predict. Calls out logical flaws before they’re fully explained. Ends arguments with unsettling confidence, like he’s already watched them fail somewhere else.

Damian hates that it works.

Then Gotham’s villains notice.

It starts small. A low-level rogue takes hostages near campus. The police prepare for a standard standoff.

Danny walks past the perimeter, hands in his pockets.

“Hey,” he calls up to the window. “This isn’t going to go how you think.”

Everyone freezes.

The rogue shouts back something aggressive. Danny just tilts his head, listening—not to the man, but to something else entirely.

“No, yeah, I get why you’re doing this,” Danny says after a moment. “But the exit you’re planning? That route’s blocked. You didn’t see it, but it is.”

There is no way he should know that.

The rogue hesitates.

“Also,” Danny adds, almost apologetically, “you’re about to get surrounded from the back in, like, two minutes.”

“…What?”

Danny checks an invisible clock. “One minute, actually.”

The rogue surrenders.

The police later confirm the backup units Danny mentioned were en route, but had not been announced yet.

This happens again.

And again.

Soon, the rumor spreads: there’s a kid at Gotham Academy who can tell you how things end.

Some villains start asking for him.

Not Batman.

Not Gordon.

Danny.

Damian is deeply offended.

“This is not your responsibility,” Damian snaps after the third incident.

Danny frowns. “I mean… it kinda is? If I know it’s going to go badly, shouldn’t I say something?”

“You should not be able to know.”

“Yeah,” Danny says, quieter this time. “I’ve been told that.”

Because here’s the part no one else sees.

Danny doesn’t just guess outcomes.

He feels them.

Like echoes. Like the future brushing up against the present just long enough to leave a mark.

Bad endings feel cold. Heavy. Wrong.

And Gotham is full of them.

But when Danny speaks—when he nudges things, shifts a choice, changes a single moment—those endings… move.

Not disappear.

Just… change shape.

Damian realizes it slowly, reluctantly.

Danny isn’t predicting the future.

He’s arguing with it.

Danny has been living in Gotham for a couple of months. Vlad has been going through his redemption arc after Danny's family death over a year ago placed Danny in his care. There were a lot of mix feelings at those first months, and the redemption process has been bumpy at best, but living with Vlad isn't anywhere nearly as bad as it was.

Danny will forever miss his family, but he's glad for the change it has brought Vlad, because he really was missing on having a Halfa adult looking after him. Even thought he'll never refer to Vlad in any parental term on principle alone. No, it'll take centuries before that particular trauma blows away.

Everything goes fine for a while. Danny shuts the cameras down when hes having a bad day, but usually he leaves them and even seems less paranoid about them as time goes on.

But then, Danny finally convinces Jason to let them get a dog. Jason agreed so long as it was small to medium size, so of course that ment they brought home some sort of massive breed that Jason pretty sure is part wolf. Or demon. But Danny insists its a small dog, and won't grow any bigger than 36inches tall, and he looked so happy and in love with the dog that Jason just couldn't say no. At least it was well behaved-

-But after a week or so of having the dog, it started acting weird one morning. Standing the middle of the living room, they barked at the corner of the house repeatedly, not coming for food or water or to play. Finally, Danny checked out what they were looking at, and as he dug around and searched, his body started shaking in fear.

It was a camera. Not one of their, it was more high tech, smaller, and not at all where Danny placed them. Danny threw the camera on the ground, breaking it, before frantically tearing the house apart in search of more, the dog more than happy to help him search. Danny looked and relooked and checked for four hours before finally collapsing in the closet and having a panic attack.

When Jason came home to the house torn apart he freaked out and was relieved to find Danny in the closet with the dog. Though, he was worried that Danny was completely despondent and that his face was stained with tears.

When he finally got him to talk, and tell him about the cameras, Jason was pissed. He had a good idea who planted them, and he was so angry that they caused such a setback.

Jason took Danny and the dog to a hotel, watching with a tense jaw as Danny did a sweep of their room 6 times before laying on the bed and passing out.

"You're a ghost," Danny said aloud.

Alfred paused and looked at him for a moment before giving a polite bow. "Greetings, Your Majesty. I apologize for my discourtesy, I had not realized that Master Bruce had brought royalty here."

Danny glanced backwards, where he could hear the sounds of chatter and laughter from where the Justice League and Bruce's family had mingled together. It had been a simple meeting but had somehow grown into a house party with more and more guests arriving.

"It's no problem," Danny said. "Me being royalty is no big deal. Besides, I'm sure you didn't react differently to Diana or Arthur, did you?"

Alfred didn't respond, just watching him.

Danny hid his desire to squirm underneath his sharp gaze before he asked, "How come you're here? There are laws that prevent ghosts from being allowed back into the mortal realm."

"I died when Pariah Dark was still in charge," Alfred said, "and he did not have the capacity to watch over his subjects until he was defeated."

Danny hummed.

Neither of them said anything again. Even though Danny felt nervous from the stare, he did his best not to respond until Alfred finally broke and said, "Please allow me to stay."

Danny blinked. "Why?"

Alfred sighed softly and looked behind him at the door, where the guests kept coming and there was the distinct sound of Bruce scolding Hal again. "I wish to stay a little longer with them."

'Them' needed no further explanation.

Danny relaxed and nodded. "Granted. As long as you don't commit any evil doings like killing mortals, then you're allowed to stay until you choose to move on. Will that suffice?"

A smile appeared on Alfred's face, softening those hard wrinkles.

"Yes, that will be perfect, Your Majesty. Thank you."

Damian, perking up: Do you mean Mr. Daniel? Yes he seems like a very appropriate man to be our new neighbor.

Steph, knocking him upside the head: You only think that because he has three hellhound lookin dogs that he let you pet when you ran into eachother on your walk with Titus.

Duke, snorting: And he said that if Bruce or Alfred came with you, you could bring Titus to play with them whenever you wanted.

Damian: You-

Tim: Daniel Fenton is weird. I looked into him, he has a seriously massive trust fund that is constantly being added to, but he has only used it four times. To import two of his dogs from an overseas reputable breeder, to pay for the vet bills of the third dog as well as adopt her, and finally, to buy that mansion!

Steph: So what?

Duke: Yeah isn't that a good thing? It means he doesn't go throwing around money for no reason.

Steph: It also means he probably hates whoever set up said trust fund.

Bruce: How would you know that?

Steph, raising an eyebrow: Has Jason ever touched his trust fund?

Bruce: *pouts*

Cass: *pats his back*

Tim: Also! He's a school teacher, author, and a part time engineer, he has no kids, hasn't dated anyone in six year, why does he need or want such a big house?

Damian, scoffing: You have a mansion you never use, a pent house, a boat house, and you haven't dated anyone in 4 years. Are you much better?

Dick: I didn't mean to start anything, I was just going to say hes kinda good-looking and super nice. He helped me-

Tim: That's another thing! No one is that attractive and nice and smart and super buff, thats like, against the laws of nature!

Dick, opening and shutting his mouth: Am I missing something?

Bruce, sighing: Tim is attracted to a civilian and his "bat brain", Steph's words not mine, is telling him that something just has to be wrong with said civilian because he's paranoid.

Duke, muttering: Pot meet kettle.

Bruce: I'm speaking from experience.

Dick: Ah, that makes more sense then.

Jason, walking through the door: You see your new neighbor? *whistels* Not bad.

Tim: Something is definitely wrong with him if Jason is interested in him.

Jason: *flips him off*

Alfred: Excellent, you're all here. I invited our new neighbor for dinner. I've noticed that with moving in, he has mostly been eating take out, and that simply won't do, so he'll be coming over at six, do try to be presentable.

Tim: Aha! A chance to prob him for answers! Alfred you're a genius!

Alfred, sighing: Yes I'm aware. Try not to chase Mr. Daniel away with your libido triggered paranoia please, he has a lovely tea garden hes setting up and I would like to trade, or buy some from him in the future.

Tim: *sputters*

Danny finds out he's a clone of one of the Gotham vigilantes, thanks to a random lore drop from his parents.

Problem is, he doesn't know which one, since his parents didn't remember or make a note of it, and the ectoplasm his DNA was dunked in upon half-dying makes any kind of blood work totally corrupted.

He's managed to narrow it down by excluding whichever vigilantes didn't appear until after his birth (creation? birth), but that still leaves too many to make much difference.

Still, he keeps a closer eye on news about Gotham's vigilantes, he's making comparisons, finding similarities, noting differences, between all of them and himself.

With his template being a vigilante but not knowing which, it's hard to attribute these observations to being a template thing, a vigilante thing, or a Danny thing.

He could spend all day analyzing masked faces for any shred of familiarity, but he's already having an identity crisis, and he has better ways to spend his time and bigger things to worry about. So the clone flavored crisis can sit in the back of his mind and wait its turn.

Cur Bruce being stared down with a Batman worthy glare by the mountain of a man that is Dan - who Danny only called his little rascal.

A peace that is ruined by someone dropping to the ground next to him. Danny Masters. He’s a grade above than Bruce, but by age he should be two. Bruce has never spoken to the other boy before, but memorizing the student body at a place like this was easily. Danny stretches his long legs out in the grass before he holds out a plastic glove full of ice.

Bruce eyes it warily.

Danny shrugs. “Couldn’t find a plastic bag.”

Bruce doesn’t say anything.

“Look, I get it.”

Bruce scoffs. As if someone—

“I killed my parents too.”

—oh.

“Not just them. My sister. My best friends. They’re all dead because of me.”

Bruce stays quiet, but he takes glove full of ice and presses it hard against his lip. He ignores the way Danny is looking at him. Danny just hums. The sound mixes with the cicada calls.

“Bruce Wayne.”

“I know. Danny Fe… Masters.”