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Ages ago, I read a fic where Danny was the Ghost King and had been holding meetings with the Justice League for several months—not as a hero, but as the ruler of a race that had previously been unknown to them. The problem was that they treated ghosts as creatures that needed to be dealt with or eliminated.

Danny kept trying to reason with them, explaining that ghosts are emotional beings and that most of those who crossed into the human realm were just as confused and scared as the humans they encountered. However, the Justice League refused to listen.

At the same time, Danny already had far too much on his plate: dealing with ghost hunters (whom the Justice League wouldn’t stop), school, his parents, and his new duties as king. When Green Lantern started asking him for weapons that could permanently eliminate ghosts, Danny finally snapped and ended up threatening them.

I HAVE FOUND THE HOLY GRAIL

SYNOPSIS: Danny Fention gets a job as Bruce Wayne's secretary. It leads to his bosses son being horrendously smitten.

‹ PREV LEVEL ⊹ QUEST LOG

Tim Drake is not easily wrangled into a nap. Never. Not when he's busy, at least. If not? Oh, sure, go ahead. Give him a pillow and he'll drool all over it. But at work? Tim wasn't going to let his narcolepsy win and he'd be damned if it did get the best of him.

But Bruce's new secretary is...

Danny Fenton was a man just as sleep deprived as Tim. Sometimes, Tim sees shit he knows aren't really because of the 32 hours he has stayed awake. One time, he saw Danny walk through the door. And he doesn't mean that Danny opened it and walked into the room. No, Danny walked through the door and into the office.

Everything is all fine in Amity Park and it's all no thanks to the Justice League. Danny still felt a bit resentful about being one of the many to call for help to the JL, but was dismissed as a prankcaller. Even going as far as to blacklist him and some others who kept on trying to call for help.

In between talking to some of the ghosts in the realm and pondering about the JL, he just got a brilliant idea.

Why not be a villain? He didn't mean anything like killing or anything, but as long as you're on the other side of the law, anything goes, right? It could be as much as jaywalking or something, but no. This was something that was tame. HE WAS GOING TO BE PUBLIC MENACE NUMBER 1!

His plan was to disturb Batman, just as a petty move. For how long? Until he was bored.

Other than that, there was another goal. According to some of the ghosts he talked to, Joker was an attention seeker for Batman's affection, so what better way than to disturb Joker by disrupting Batman to pay attention to Dario the Plumber rather than the Joker?

Tucker was going to help with the technological aspects while Sam was looking for a target. None of them wants to do anything evil, but being public menaces? That's a dream come true for teenagers!

He flew over with his Sam and Tucker to support Gotham and was equipped with a small phone and an earphone to talk with them. On his chest, it was just a D—not DP anymore.

He held still as Sam drew a moustache with her eyeliner on his face.

"Done!" She said, capping her eyeliner before stepping back to look at her handiwork at his appearance. Dressed in a cap that had a D, a white shirt, with a black overall.

Sam is the one who plans who to attack. She hates the businesses that destroy the environment, and thanks to her background, she knows what business they are planning to start up next and knows how damaging it will be to the environment with their sketchy phrasing, so she tells Danny who to disrupt and where.

Tucker and Sam dress as Toads to indicate that they are his personal minions. Sam is a purple Toad, while Tucker is just putting on the normal red one

So imagine seeing a dude kick a dog on the street, and then a fake Mario and some Toads come up to beat them like this.

Dario increases his destruction that now the Daddy Bat came out rather than his kids, and now is entirely concentrated on him. When news broke out that Joker had escaped prison, between Joker and Dario, who would Batman chose?

Sam, Tucker, and Danny were all waiting in anticipation, and when Batman ended up delegating Joker to the Robins, the three of them cheered because they got the goal that they wanted: for Joker not to have his wishes of having Daddy Bat's attention on him.

Tucker monitored Joker's reactions online, screenshotting the ones he thought had the best faces. Of course, that was going to be shown later once Sam and Danny came back because he had no muscle, so he's the chair dude now.

As Mario could go through pipes, Danny would shapeshift to fit into pipes and travel that way.

The audio of Mario losing a life would sound out if Danny took a hit, and Danny knew that he had to pretend to lose his life. So he flickered in and out with invisibility and disappeared through the floor, only reappearing through a nearby pipe once more, complete with sound effect. This made the Bats weary of where he could appear.

Then, the most annoying of them all was the hilarious thing that the three of them could think of. Dario spoke in a bad Italian accent. Then Sam followed up with the screeching sound of the Toad's voice.

It irritated many people so much that it almost made Dario break character, especially with Tucker laughing behind the mic. Sam accompanied him on the scene, so she also had to hold in the laughter.

Joker was pissed off and confronted Dario at one point, going to the point of threatening him. But Danny just told him that 'Dario seems to be more important and better at being a villain than the Joker was', which made the Joker lash out, but of course, Dario has many lives.

He just tied up the Joker and brought him to Arkham Asylum himself, encountering the Bats just as he was about to leave.

He looked at them, then at the wrench in his hand.

"I can fix it!"

One of the bats (or maybe some) immediately started shouting at him that's a different franchise.

In Gotham University where Jason is studying literature, while Danny is studying engineering. Nobody knew how they even met, but they both showed up one day going out with each other.

Nobody knew why exactly Jason, who is an absolutely beefcake, built like a fridge, was with a guy that totally looks like a loser. He was tinier than Jason - a complete twink-, he often gets up to run to the bathroom citing stomach problems, once you set him off about something, he'll never stop yapping about it.

So, one brave student went up to Jason and asked the question. Why him?

Jason just smirked and tilted his head at Danny.

"Open your mouth."

Danny does so obligingly in confusion. What he didn't know nor did he realise was that once he did, his features started to distort, looking more...not human.

His teeth were sharp and jagged, his mouth was like a gaping abyss, so dark that the only thing that you see was more and more teeth. His eyes took more of a green hue, skin turned paler, and his freckles shone like the stars.

Danny then rolled out his tongue, which came out long and serpentine, flicking it a bit before rolling it back into his mouth, becoming normal once more.

Jason gave a lovesick lustful look at him.

Batman gets a suprise in his life when there is a villain who declared he will use his children as bait thru magical means. And he gets 3 surprises. But the real mystery is the last kid.

Dick, Tim, and Cass. Bruce already expected. Jason, who Bruce didnt even know he's alive and is still shocked about the fact. And then theres Damian, his biological son who Talia hid from him (he's still reeling about that)

So much so that slowly it's been ingrained into everyone's minds that he's never taken them off. Like, they can't even remember a time where he hasn't worn sunglasses.

It's just like, his thing.

Why does he wear them? Well, because Danny's previous blue eyes changed to a startling, glowing green that he knows the GIW would eat up and use as a reason to force him into their custody.

Solution?

Sunglasses.

His parents? Oh yea they went all in when he they found out why he was wearing them (Reveal gone right au babyy). They made them extremely durable; they can film audio, take pictures, take videos, see through walls and even track down ecto-signatures for whenever he's tracking down a ghost in human form, see through walls and self-cleaning.

(The ectoplasm tracking system is for when they aren't close enough to set off his ghost sense.)

He honestly believes his parents watched a spy movie before they built him these, but it's not like he's going to complain about it. The only time he isn't wearing them is when he goes ghost, you know as a way to not link him to Fenton or whatever.

So, Danny meets John Constantine while the both of them were on the hunt for a ghost who was causing problems in the area. Danny manages to find them first, the ghost in question being an animal who was terrorizing a place because it didn't understand the fact it was dead yet and wanted to protect it's children.

John Constantine comes while Danny is pacifying it. He watches as Danny calms it down enough to get to the babies and sends it to the Ghost Zone after promising it to get them somewhere safe.

John Constantine also saw his eyes, because he pulled his sunglasses off to show them to the ghost as a silent sign to trust him. John Constantine of course asked what he was going to do with the babies, and Danny just sent them over to Sam.

After that he decided to keep an eye on Danny because of his eyes. Which were the eyes of a ghost, and he was genuinely thinking Danny was possessed before that went out the window. So he thinks Danny is a ghost pretending to be human and wasn't able to hide his eyes so he wore sunglasses.

Danny neither confirm nor deny that.

So Danny just kinda followed him around until Constatine eventually made him into a contact whenever he was dealing with ghosts that he could peacefully deal with instead of just forcefully banishing them to the Infinite Realms.

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“Sooooo, what’s with the sunglasses?” Hal asked. It was a fair question in his mind. The sun was already far below the horizon after all.

“Can you be any more insensitive, you blimey yob?” John snapped, tired of the other heroes being so nosy about the kid accompanying him. Oooo, Constantine has a sidekick. The John Constantine has someone helping him without having to be bribed or tricked. Is the little lad actually an illegitimate child? It was only a matter of time. Nosy parkers. They should mind their own business.

Danny could only snort at the exchange, unbothered much like John was indifferent to anything everyone else thought was ‘odd’ about the kid. “Extreme photophobia,” he answered easily, pulling a medical card from his pocket to show the others in a manner that betrayed he’d done this many times before.

“I wasn’t aware contacts needed to divulge their entire medical history to the League for temporary contracts. Any other prying questions unrelated to the matter at hand? ” John snapped, taking a drag on his cigarette and staring pointedly at Hal.

“N’nope. Sorry,” Hal stammered, raising his hands and backing off.

When the rest of the heroes Danny had been asked to assist had scuttled off out of range, Danny took a moment to look up at John. “You know I’m perfectly capable of avoiding questions on my own, yeah?” he prodded, amused at John’s uncharacteristic display of defending him unprompted.

“Don’t get cheeky with me, lad,” John returned. “I’m not opposed to sending you off.”

Danny just chuckled again, reaching up to pull his glasses down a moment while none of the others were looking their way. “Look me in the eyes one more time and tell me you’re the better pick for this, John,” he returned with a smirk.

John could only huff in annoyance, once again unimpressed. “Then get on your way, little devil,” he prodded, gesturing towards the others. Danny could only laugh while pushing the sunglasses back to their proper place.

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Tim nods, milkshake in hand, sitting outside of McDonald's with his study buddy, Danny.

The other teen looked flabbergasted with a firm blush building up.

Tim found him utterly adorable.

"I can't date anyone? I'm property of.the goverment."

Danny is property of the government, yet he's allowed to go about and go to school (whether it be high school or university, it's still school). Does that mean the government pays for his education?

Is this a scenario where the government registers Danny as an endangered species on the brink of extinction and has to take serious measures to prevent the loss of life? Does that mean anyone who Danny dates has to be thoroughly screened to ensure he's preserved and in no risk of danger?

Imagine Danny having to go up to his handler and say he's got a date, and just know when he goes on said date there's going to be a bunch of people eavesdropping on them from neighboring buildings.

This is the price for his identity being revealed. Not medical experimentation, but being effectively caged without bars and have his every step monitored because he's a medical marvel and too important to die tragically.

Thing is, this scenario still reeks of dehumanization. It's not vivisection levels of non-sentience, but the government still clearly does not regard Danny as a whole ass person. Critically endangered species or not, you can't just have this level of control over someone's life.

Danny has been utterly stripped of all autonomy and privacy. They let him go to school. They let him make friends. They let him pretend he's human with a human life where everything he does isn't being monitored and everyone and thing he interacts isn't being carefully controlled. They let him.

And this screams of Danny having accepted it. Resigned himself to it. Possibly, somewhere deep in the subconscious parts of his psyche, starting to believe it. It could be worse after all. He might even have first hand experience of how much worse it could be.

These scientists don't have him strapped to an autopsy table. These scientists don't have him locked in a cage. These scientists don't put muzzles and collars on him. They don't even restrict his access to his powers. They jump through hoops to try and make him safe and comfortable. They gave him an ecto-rich habitat with plenty of territory to haunt where he can even indulge his nature as a protector spirit. And all they want in return is to preserve and observe him. That's fine. This is fine. This is so much better than it could be. So it's fine.

. . .

Tim though. Tim is pissed. Hes finally met a guy who actually likes him for him, they enjoy spending time together, and geez he's practically a genius. Tim is swooning. And then that curveball comes around. Said so casually, as a passing remark, and Danny looked like he had immediately regretted saying it, looking around the room nervously before focusing back on Tim. Tim, who's eyes were not laser focused on the boy in front of him, was mentally dong summersaults trying to piece together what he knew of Danny. Not much, typical kid who moved to college to get away from home, on scholarship, small town to big city change.... Yeah he would be doing some research tonight. As soon as he left home in fact. He told Danny to text him later because he's a bit concerned without nonchalantly this cute guy completely disregarded his own autonomy.... And he wants to know which part of the American government had decided that was ok to do to someone.

Yeah. Research night. He wasn't getting any sleep.

Extra bonus points if Tim up until that point didn't know Danny was a meta. Now is wondering, maybe alien? He knows some aliens (Starfire, Superman) he can probably find something right?

Except his searches for alien reports of pull up nothing.

He goes to the meta theory. Nothing.

Finally he goes deeper into Danny's backstory and finds info on Amity Park.

The town is seriously haunted by ghosts? What type of Midwestern bit of superstitious shit is this?

And then he reads the news. Finds pictures. Finds reports.

He starts to connect the dots

...

Maybe further, Tim eventually figures out Danny must be either a ghost or something related, he's not sure. He found out Danny was forcibly separated from his two friends in high school to be studied. When he finally.get all his info together he decides to go confront Danny about it, only to find him not answering texts and the apartment is empty. Completely cleared out. (Maybe the GIW thought Danny's remark at the cafe/study date/platonic friend? Got too close to a real relationship, too close to share too much) and pulled him out.

No, what concerned the handlers was the way Mr. Drake-Wayne reacted. The young man clearly didn't understand that the Halfa is not a true person. He was concerned, distressed, even angered. And by the time the handlers got approval to fully brief him - they have to be careful with these things, see; everyone permitted knowledge of the Halfa's status must be thoroughly vetted- Mr. Drake-Wayne had already cemented himself in his misunderstanding of the situation and misplaced upset over it. Worried Mr. Drake-Wayne might encourage misbehavior such as resistance or escape attempts, or even try to steal it in a misguided attempt to "free" it, the handlers simply had to cut his contact and bar his access to the Halfa.

The Halfa was clearly saddened by the sudden move and loss of its preferred playmate. But ultimately it was very pliant and well behaved. So the handlers made sure to arrange a very special treat for the Halfa. While most of the team were busy setting up the Halfa's new living arrangements, two handlers set up a temporary satellite enclosure several miles outside of the city and took it out there for a whole weekend of camping and stargazing.

Danny feels a little more light headed than usual the day they give it to him, but it's okay, he knows it's important, it helps him sleep. The next day he's back to normal, his anxiety has almost completely disappeared since they started their study, and the rest of the time he's encouraged to engage in his usual activities. So he goes to school, studies, still goes out as a ghost at night, and the only thing he has to do is keep a little device around his neck (it's not a collar of course, it's loose enough he could comfortably remove it) and a wrist bracelet (again, not tight, it's okay), it tracks what he does, what elevates his energy levels (signatures go up same as hear rate, theyve found, how fascinating). Danny feels a bit weird about it, since he had the idea for so long to always keep his vigilantism a secret. It's also weird because he knows he's never really alone, never has time for himself. Every once in a while, he thinks about just wandering, looking up at the stars and just wanting to go visit. He tried it once, just to get a nasty shock that he wasn't expecting. He had cried, moreso because he didn't understand why it had happened, and he went home. They were waiting for him. Calmly explained that his flying was restricted to the area needed for his patrols, but he couldn't go too far away. They had given him another dose and he didn't cry about it again, just kept relatively close by.

Just an interesting set of mental dynamics there that are super sad:((( also makes me wonder if Tim and the bats got him out, however that is, or at least get to him, and they're trying to help, would he refuse. would he insist he's fine??

"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 

Black Canary: Yeah, I mean hes an adult, but he's closer in age to them, I figured he would be better at understanding them.

Flash: I mean he is childish, but maybe they'll finally listen to someone.

*opens the training room door*

Phantom, snarling: Is that seriously all you've got? Pathetic! Get back up and try again! Saving the day waits for no "hero"!

*Young Justice scattered across the room, all panting heavily, or cradling bruises as they're each paired up with a Phantom duplicate*

Superman, gobsmacked: Phantom what are you doing?!

Flash: Yeah man this looks a little harsh don't you think?

Phantom: They want to be treated like adults, Flash, so I'm treating them like adults. If they want to be treated like adults, then they can train like adults, work like adult, eat like adults, balance their hero work and their civilian work like adults. I said no slacking! Get back up!

Superman, wincing: Still...

Flash: Dude, what did they say to you to piss you off this much? *tries to joke* I need to know so I don't do the same. Seriously, you're scary.

Phantom: *scowls*

Kid Flash, panting: Pl-Please! Can we take a brake? I need some water.

Phantom: 10 minutes. *all his duplicates vanish and Phantom turns and floats out*

*water bottles appear out of nowhere, and all the sidekicks collapse, desperately chugging the water bottles*

Flash: No, seriously, what did you say to him? I've never seen him that upset before.

Artemis, clutching her ribs: K-Kid Flash s-said he didn't get why-why we couldn't be treated as adults and-and do our own work. R-Rob in Said-Said that Phantom was-ss lucky, cause he didn't have a mentor and took-took care of his territory on his own without help. Said-Said it couldn't be that hard since Phantom did it.

Adult Heros -Batman: *winces*

Superman: No wonder Phantom was so upset.

Green Arrow: Yeah, I'd be pissed too if my years of hard work was chalked up to "not that hard".

Flash: *turns and follows after Phantom*

Batman: Hmn.

Robin: *flinches*

Batman: It looks like Phantom still went easy on you. You should thank him for that.

Kid Flash: That was easy?!

Batman: You're still alive aren't you?

Superman: And by the looks of it, he was only brawling, I don't smell the scent of his Ecto-Blasts.

Black Canary: And he gave you water.

AKA "Ghosts feed on emotions. The stronger, the better. Danny quickly realizes this also applies to pain. He becomes a nurse at Dr. Leslie Thompkins' clinic. Enter: the Wayne Family Dilemma." DPxDC prompt idea!

Okay, so, Danny hadn't really intended to work at Dr. Leslie Thompkins' free clinic as a nurse. He even applied for the job; he was helping somebody else who'd gotten mugged get to the free clinic and Dr. Thompkins stopped him, asked, "You're a nurse?" And he was hired. It turns out, nobody wanted to work for Dr. Thompkins because it was a crime-ridden hotspot: Crime Alley.

Danny doesn't even really realize what's happening until a patient with a GSW comes into clinic, yelling and bloody, and Danny's nitrile touch calms him enough that he doesn't even need morphine. A haphazard surgery later and Danny's fully satisfied - he doesn't even need to eat dinner because he feels like he's two minutes away from a food coma.

That's where the rumor starts. The free clinic has good drugs. Not fentanyl, oxycodone, dilaudid, or ketamine. Something better that has no side effects and totally erases every pain - as little as a sore throat to chronic pain that doctors have said there's no cure for. It becomes so well known that Dr. Thompkins' clinic is a huge target and a certain batfamily has to stake out the place to dissuade criminals.

Enter: Dick Grayson, former BPD officer with chronic leg pain after being shot in the leg. Jason "Totally Not A Crime Lord" Todd whose extensive burns affect the right side of his body. Barbara Gordon, Gotham librarian whose spinal injury causes phantom pain.

Warning: Mild Swearing, and Kon is probably OOC idk i wrote this at 2am and could not care less about keeping them in character

When Kon woke up in a stranger's bed, it wasn't for the fun reason. He didn't remember much from the day before, just that he'd been running on fumes. The past two weeks had been hell, between shutting down an illegal cloning facility that brought up far too many emotions, and Clark, because of said cloning facility, being extra cagey and avoidant. They weren't the closest before, but at least they could act like distant cousins as a family Potluck, but now Clark was avoiding him, and it was annoying! And then Lex decied he wasn't being enough of an asshole by just existing, and stirred up trouble at 1am, leading to Kon flying to the wrong appartment. Truthfully, Kon just hoped he didn't scare the person too much, he didn't have a secret identity to really worry about, not like the Bats or Arrows did, and he hoped his costume was enough not to give the stranger a heart attack, they didn't call the police at least so that was hopefully a good sign.

Platonic yandere Batfam x quick transmigrator reader

Jason had always been abandoned.

At first it was by his dad, who went to work one day and just never came home. Then it was by his mom, in an arguably worse way–little by little as the drugs she took whittled away at her self, until in the end there was just the cold husk left in their tiny apartment's bathroom that Jason could barely feel mournful for.

He had taken to the street after that, stayed with a group of other street rats. They, too, left him one by one. From the freezing cold in winter, starvation, illness, beating from thugs, shooting from pigs calling themselves cops–

Jason had always survived, and consequently was forced to continue living without the ones who died and left him alone.

Danny after getting into a fight with Bruce and going over to his only somewhat friend outside the family:

Ian: Why do you break into my house to take showers when upset?

Danny: I didn't break in. Your mom said I could use the shower.

Ian: Its three in the morning.

Danny: So?

Ian: So why are you in my personal shower instead of the one in the hallway?

Danny: Your mom said it was okay.

Ian: I'm going back to sleep. You going to continue crying?

Danny: Yeah for another hour. Can I sleep on the bed too?

Ian: Only if you dry your hair properly. I hate when you leave my pillows all soggy.

Danny: Okay. *slips to the floor sobbing* Bruce hates me now.

Ian is tired: He doesn't hate you. Call him in the late morning to apologize.

Danny: No.

W.E Board: um?

Bruce: He'll just be observing. You can all ignore him.

W.E Board: Um??

Bruce: He doesn't like using laptops or tablets for notes, so you may hear him writing with pens but otherwise Danny wont make a pep.

W.E Board: UM???

Bruce confused: Is something wrong?

W.E Board: * All turning to stare at Danny*

Danny:

W.E Board nervously: Nothing is wrong at all!

Bruce: Really? You all turned really pale.

Danny: They're fine. Start the meeting.

Bruce: *Glances at Danny*

Danny: What?

Bruce: Nothing. Nothing. Just happy to have my son working with me. Let's start the meeting, yes?

Board member: I-

Danny: This won't take longer than thirty minutes. After that, we will not discuss any topics that reduce employees' benefits or cut pay.

W.E Board: *gulps* O-of course Mr. Fenton-Wayne.

Bruce: ....Yes, of course. How much?

Danny: Oh, whatever you can spare. *setting down a portable shining bench* Please put your feet here.

Bruce: Of course. Have you been doing this long?

Danny: a couple of weeks. I'm getting really good at it.

Bruce: You are. These look brand new. *hands him a $ 100 bill*

Danny: Wow! Thank you!

Bruce: Of course. Do you have a safe place to sleep?

Danny: Nope.

Bruce: .....would you like one?

Danny: Sure!

Bruce: Really?

Danny: Yeah, if you're offering!

Bruce: Its never been this easy before....somethings off. Aren't you the less bit wary of me?

Danny: Nah, I can sense people's intentions. You're not a creep trying to get a kid to a second location. You just want to give me a safe place off the streets.

Bruce: .....Are you a Meta?

Danny: I don't belive in organized religion.

Bruce: That's not....you know what, nevermind. Have you had something to eat?

Danny: I found a half finished donut in the trash earlier.

Bruce: Oh. No. Let's get you some dinner.

Bruce Wayne wakes to a pair of blue eyes inches from his own. It takes him completely by surprise, especially when the eyes slowly bleed in green, and he's just about to give in to the reflex of punting whatever it is away when, at the last possible second, the eyes speak.

"Did you sleep with my parents?"

Bruce opens and closes his mouth, stunned by the accusation. A few seconds go by, during which his foggy mind attempts to fight off lack of sleep long enough to make sense of the growled question.

It obviously took too much time for whoever this is for they sigh impatiently.

Phantom, frowning: I think I keep shorting Cyborg out. I don't know why, the rest of the tower seems to be fine, and he was fine up until recently! But suddenly everytime I'm around he runs away saying his systems are on the fritz! What if its my fault? Or I'm hurting him on accident?

Starfire, genuinely concerned: That is the serious problem.

Robin: Oh no...

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Beast Boy: Dude, you need to stop avoiding him, you're gonna make him think you hate him.

Cyborg, hanging out of his car engine: I know, but this is all new to me! I've never liked a guy before, at least not romantically, and we live together, I'm having a hard time coming to terms with it!

Beast Boy: Ah so that's how it is.