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Is it just me, or is it harder to get the hardcover book 'Danny Phantom Fair Game' in Europe? Specifically, not native English speaking countries?

Cause my pre-order was canceled...

My second try never delivered.... (still hoping for a refund)

And now i am on my third try to order this book...

So I am just curious... am I the only one struggling to get this book?

So I got called out of a online meeting by my doorbell today... I got a package from which I didn't remember ordering anything recently. And when I opened it...

I finally got 'Fair Game' the supplier that never delivered... delivered after all with a little more than a months delay 😭😭😭

Do happy now... though I have to wait till after work to read in peace 😁

Is it just me, or is it harder to get the hardcover book 'Danny Phantom Fair Game' in Europe? Specifically, not native English speaking countries?

Cause my pre-order was canceled...

My second try never delivered.... (still hoping for a refund)

And now i am on my third try to order this book...

So I am just curious... am I the only one struggling to get this book?

A/N: I hate my brain and it's suckish timing...

Danny was a circus kid. He knew that, and so did his parents. Well, the once that took him in when he was five. He knew he had a loving family before the Fentons. Yet he doesn't know himself why he never put in more effort to return to them. No, wait, he had an idea what his five years old mind could have been thinking.

If Freakshow and his mockery of a circus had never shown up in Amity. Then Danny might have pushed the thought of his original family to the side forever. He had been a foolish kid back then, reckless and tempramental, unlike his older brother. He had tried to follow into his parents' and brother's footsteps, but he wasn't as graceful or acrobatic as they were. It was irony really with how much he liked flying and doing tricks in the air now. But still he remembered having a lot of frustrated fights with his brother about his inability to be like them.

When he got reminded he started to do a bit of a more serious research again and when he found out about his originals parents death half a year after he was first declared missing from the circus as well as his older brothers having gotten adopted too, he had dropped it all again. Pushing all of that back into the deepest depths of his mind again. His older brother was doing well. There was no need for him, for Danny.

That went well until Jazz went to university in Gotham and convinced him to go there to collage too, when he sort of forcefully retired from being a teen hero. It went well for a couple of years until his mid twenties.

Because despite Gotham being a city way bigger than Amity, there were still chances of you running into certain people.

The moment he entered the coffee shop and saw the others face, everything he had pushed aside in his mind came right back to the forefront of his mind.

How he foolishly trained in acrobatics behind his families back after another fight while they were moving towns and fell off the wagon.

How he had felt like he enjoyed not feeling presured to be like them and didn't put too much effort into returning to them when he was with the Fenton as well as thinking that his elder brother was probably happier without a stubborn little brother.

How when he looked them up he dropped it just as fast when he learned about their deaths and his elder brothers adoption.

He blinked wide-eyed at the man that stood before him a teen next to him while he held two cups of coffees. He, too, was staring at Danny frozen.

Now Danny had several options of how to handle the situation. And he most likely didn't choose the best one at first as usual. Because what he did in response at seeing Richard 'Dick' Grayson was to turn tail and run even using is invisibility and intangiblity.

What Danny didn't know was that Dick's first, thought, was someone cloned him and not that his missing brother from his days before the Waynes was back.

Danny had been cautious about going to Gotham when he decided on being a mortician and learning about the stars. He’d gotten the odd look, but for the most part everyone accepted it at face value.

The Gotham part set off the alarm bells in his head. Sure, GIW have been handled but Crime Capital of the World was just one of a few reasons he hadn’t wanted to go.

Being in the city his older brother on a technicality was raised in… was unpleasant. But Sam was there, Tucker had an in with Wayne Enterprises with one of his cousins, and Jazz had been trying to get him to come for longer than a day trip.

But it didn’t sit right with him.

Amity needing him stopped since he did his job well. He finally managed the GED program since his GPA was shot from freshman year.

Gotham University offered him a free ride for his two very desperate fields.

He had a horrible feeling about it.

But in a few years Ellie would be stable enough to live with him full time—Pandora was still stabilizing her and of the opinion Danny needed to live his life outside of being Amity’s protector.

Though she phrased it more like he was starting a new epic.

Mr. Lancer say him down and they made a deal—if Lancer could get Danny’s rogues to ‘knock it off’ and agree to pre-determined time and location fights in the Realms, then Danny would stop hesitating and ‘finally take advantage of the good hand he’d finally been dealt’ and go.

He still can’t believe Lancer lecturing them about targeting Amity in spite of it being a ‘disabled ghost child’s cradle’ worked.

He’d gotten so, so many apology gifts.

Desiree even made it so he produces less estrogen and enough testosterone to not need the injections anymore! And shapeshifting lessons for everything else.

Going to university on top of second puberty is a special hell, but he did it.

He managed to avoid the Wayne clan too. Tucker was still annoyed at times that he wasn’t using his engineering skills—apparently his co-workers don’t believe any of what they grew up making from scraps is possible and wants backup—but for the most part they’ve found a rhythm and manage to share their apartment with Sam in relative peace.

Sam is still Poison Ivy’s top henchwoman.

Danny politely ignores this as Ivy is more Anti-hero and he has a suspicion this ‘Green’ she’s an avatar(? Priestess?) of, is related to Undergrowth but way less pushy. And Sam deserves to commit eco-terrorism as a treat.

Jazz was thriving as she helped the goonion with their mental health.

And Danny was doing well.

Until he went to get another Deathwish from his favorite coffee shop and spotted Dick with one of his new siblings.

And Danny? Was not going to hear anything about growing up different or how it was a shame he didn’t follow the family business or reach out sooner.

Fuck that.

He bolted out the door, and almost lost his pins.

He really hated blacklisting this place. It was the only queer-run coffeeshop that worked for all three of them.

He hated feeling like he was a little kid trying to explain to his first parents he can do the trick, he can. Only for Dick to keep stopping him.

He fled the scene, even using his intangibility, and made it home.

Maybe he should have mentioned remembering who his bio family was when he first remembered…

Fuck.

He looked up at a knock on his window… one of his regulars at the morgue.

He let them in, and they made a sound he knew was their best ghost speak for concern worry help?

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Thanks buddy, just, fuck my life sometimes.”

The guy just cooed, leaning against him and trying to sing to him. Horrendously off key, and it sounded like a really bad rendition of something mid-century.

Danny just tried to breathe. He had one semester left, he’d be able to move soon and he could portal to his friends after his shift, and work on getting Ellie into human school.

Maybe Central? The meta population is bug enough there that no one would ask about either of their abilities, and there’s a no-kill rule with the Rogues…

He’ll work that out later.

Current him has a possible man-hunt run by the asshole brother he forgot and chose to ignore once he remembered a decade ago.

His life may be fucked, but it’s his and he won’t let that asshole barge in.

Not when he’s close to getting Ellie full-time without Fruitloop interference.

Not when he’s almost graduated, has a plan, and finally out of the vigilante life…

His buddy stopped singing and ran up to tap. Danny wrangled him to not drink from there, but the water bottle. Honestly, whatever necromancer was making his regulars, Danny’s having a Talk with them before he leaves.

—

Dick and Tim shared a look as Dick’s clone bolted from the coffee shop.

The clone was around Jason’s age, and not perfect. Face a bit too round, eyes the wrong shade and build all wrong.

Whoever cloned him didn’t even get his ass right.

But he knew he’d be going after him to uncover the nefarious plot and hopefully deprogram the guy.

“Huh, wonder what spooked Danny,” the barista frowned.

“Danny?” Dick looked at Tim.

Tim shrugged.

“I’ll let his roomie’s know to pick up their order,” the owner yelled back as she finished another order.

“So, is him bolting at the door normal or…”

“Oh, Danny’s got a thing where he can sense danger before it happens. His big sister mentioned it was why she figured it’d be safe for him to follow her here. Real sweetheart, and their parents weren’t the best about it,” the barista answered absently as she finished ringing Tim up.

Dick and Tim winced. Clone may be de-programmed already, or a sleeper.

Either way they were going to get to the bottom of it.

After they made their way out, Tim frowned. “Uh, about Danny… you did see the pin right?”

Dick nodded. “Ghost one right?”

“No, the flags. Trans, pan, and a medusa one.”

Dick twitched. He hoped it wasn’t what he was thinking.

—-

Danny was likely aged up as a clone during his early Robin days, back when Uncle Clark was allowed to visit but B refused to join the JL. Dick was ten when that happened.

It was also early in cloning tech… and Danny could be the first successful artificially aged clone, or had a combo of aging sessions used on him.

Either way, the first mention of ‘Danny’ was when he was enrolled at school when he was seven, as the son of two ‘benign’ mad scientists focused on science-ing the afterlife…

Dick knew he’d have to grab the kid and check for himself, but this was a possible escaped Talon situation and he’d need backup for it…

—

Danny ran a hand through his hair as he waited. His partners would be back soon, and his friend(?) had (mostly) calmed down once he put on Bluey.

Poor undead dude needed so much medical help, and Danny can only do so much when his specialty is ectoplasmic entities, not incredibly questionable revenants lite.

“So Guess who’s the most amazing boyfriend in the world?” Tucker began with a smile that fell once he saw Danny’s face. “Big talk?”

“Like, the Secret big talk,” Danny answered while rubbing his arms. It soothed some of the anxiety.

“Shit, i’ll get Sam’s eta.”

—

“So, how should we tell the guy he’s a clone?”

“How do we know he doesn’t know and that’s why he bolted?”

“Or he could have run from your ugly mug.”

Dick shoved Jason out of his seat.

—

“—and Freakshow’s mind control wiggled it all loose, so i looked them up and bam, dead parents and rich older brother who got whatever he wanted… and how the hell am i supposed to explain all that, especially back when the attacks were hourly?” Danny explained.

“Just, fuck, how do you go up to your brother who definitely thinks you’re dead, you last remember him when you were five and ancients it was way before i knew that transmen existed, let alone that i am one!”

Tucker hummed at his side. “Do you want us to call Jazz to get advice from the licensed professional?”

“Or just dodge the fruitloop? There has yet to be a rich bitch that doesn’t hate you on sight or try to new and inventive ways to kill you.”

—

Tim paused as the static interference let up.

“—yet to be a rich bitch that doesn’t hate you on sight or try new and inventive ways to kill you.”

“You’re not wrong, but—Fuck no, revenant no, put the pretty shiny down and—you got me goldfish.”

“Atleast dead dudes like you.”

“Still not sure who in the realms i should send them too—that ecto cannot be healthy baby bird, come here—or joining the crush Danny game.”

Dick narrowed his eyes at Tim’s device.

“How did you—“

“So. Danny lives with someone from R&D who must be lying about making ecto-powered bodysuits as a kid from scrap metal… and i may have left a few bugs at his place. They’re usually jammed.”

“Buddy, i love you too but besides my crisis, we do have my baby-baby coming soon—she’s visiting for a few nights. Testing how stable she is outside the realms but around me. And i have another paper for astonomy on angles. Fuck!”

Dick and Tim paused.

Danny’s medical history was put under both’s hacking. Sealed records showed a distinct F marker that his later records had scrubbed somehow.

And signs of a possible pregnancy during his freshman year with constant trips to the bathroom, chronic fatigue, sudden shifts in weight and a series of absences that coincided with a number of missing lab days, skipped home-economics, and notes from teachers of Danny having ‘gotten a pass to stay with the nurse for severe cramping and early signs of swelling in chest area and feet.’

Medusa pin. Absences in a year plus the symptoms above.

Danny was a survivor and teen parent. Notably the child was not with him—foster care? Forced surrender of child but able to reclaim?

Tim began digging.

Dick paused at a picture of Danny, age seven. Attached to it was a report of a “Jane Doe” found wandering 16 months prior. A then five year old Danny.

Who predated Dick’s debut as Batman’s Robin.

He stopped breathing.

Medical notes included clear amnesia, mixed language skills, and speaking languages (four separate, non-english ones recognized) that none of the social workers identified easily.

This Jane was instead given to a foster family of scientists after showing signs of compatibility. A pair of scientists noted for a close and loving bond while being unconventional and enthusiastic. Whose daughter was Dick’s age. And an enthusiastic older sibling that wanted a baby brother.

Dick felt sick as faint memories of his long dead sister resurfaced.

Jane, jane looked pretty close to—

His stomach lurched at the thought.

Danny can’t be her. He can’t be. Dotty has to be dead at this point.

—

“Breathe babe, now, why don’t you and your broody buddy do some star gazing? I know you’ve got a whole flock hidden somewhere,” Tucker suggested.

“I can ask my boss to give us the night off and watch Ellie while you do.”

“And i can play with cracking whatever slipshod necromancy was done and track it. As this is rank—no offense birdie.”

The botched revenant chirped at Tucker, too neutral to be more than an acknowledgement.

“I think i can handle that… and you need a name,” Danny turned his attention to the botched revenant holding him far too tightly. “How about Kite?”

The poor undead beamed at him.

There were twelve ‘birds’ waiting for names, each doing their best to hide nervous scared anticipation excited joy

“Okay, so all my regulars assembled for this… well, line up and we’ll see what you like.”

Collective anxiety slapped him face first as they lined up on the roof.

One of the taller ones, prone to hunting and showing Danny his slain ants, practically ran him over. This revenant was one Tucker was convinced had the best balance… Danny is firmly opposed to call him Flamingo though. And is oddly good with Sam’s plants.

“Rheas,” Danny guessed.

The big guy beamed and tackled Danny, chirping thanks and joy as he flaunted his new name to Kite.

A shorter one bolted over, danny knew them best for escaping like the little shit they are and rarely jumping about like the others…

“Tinamous, Tina for short.”

Tina beamed, bolting to the named pair.

The next one Danny knew as Tim Drake’s personal shadow and hung out mostly when Tucker was about to bother. He won’t lie, calling the guy Drake was very, very tempting.

“Bill Hook, like the duck. If you are Duck Dude’s shadow, it had to happen bud.”

Bill Hook puffed out his chest and turned to the one Danny was still uncertain was anything but a grumpy cat in person shape.

Said grumpy cat was radiating ‘Don’t give me a stupid name’ despite how obvious her name was.

“Swan.”

Swan seemed pleased, and took Bill with her to the named group. He did note her bragging more about Bill Hook than her name… while Bill bragged about hers.

It was cute.

The one with the actual best balance was showing off by doing a one armed handstand. Danny is convinced they have the loudest personality of the bunch.

“You have no clue how tempted i am to make you ‘flamingo’.”

The guy popped up and preened.

“However since you are such a show off with balancing on things you should not balance on, Kingfisher?”

The revenant deflated.

“Flamingo it is then—no do not attack your friends!”

Flamingo tackled Tina and curled around her while chirping up a storm. Tina responded in kind and nuzzled into Flamingo’s hold.

Danny sighed.

The next guy moved to break up Tina and Flamingo before they got the group caught.

“Good job Dove!”

Dove threw him a thumbs up before trying to keep the peace while Kite investigated how climbable Rheas is.

The little guy behind dove flitted between giving Danny their attention and the named group’s antics, clearly wanting to be there significantly more.

“Turaco?”

An affirmative chirp and the little guy had joined Kite in testing Rheas’ climbability while Dove made valiant attempts to stop them.

Danny knew this brick wall too well. Everytime the guy came in, caked in mud and whined for a bite of Danny lunch and always stole half his sandwhich before regurgitating it.

“Heron.”

Heron sashayed over to Flamingo and Tina’s… conversation? Cuddle puddle in the making? Danny didn’t know.

The next one danny failed to see slip into his personal space. The damn ninja had been doing this since they found Danny patching up Heron years ago before scurrying off.

“Jesus fuck, Nightjar! I will put a damn clacker on you at this rate.

Nightjar was far too smug in this smile before moving too soundlessly for someone galloping full tilt at Dove.

Danny feels a bit bad for Dove being the closest to an adult for the group. Not enough to help though.

He almost laughed as the resident flyer that he knew Paulina would have forced on the cheersquad in another life tumbled up and grinned at him.

“Peacocking does not mean you get it as your name. Swift work?”

The excited trill and her tumbling over into Flamingo, Tina and Heron, who just. Moved her to his shoulders? Danny wasn’t complaining.

The next one puffed out their chest and yelled “Kingfisher!”

Danny nodded along, surprised yet not as the revenant he knew as the loudest picked a name beforehand.

The last one grinned at Danny in a way he knew meant trouble if he screwed up their name. And Falcon and Hawk were hard no’s on Danny’s side. Think Fenton, Think!

“Passerine?”

The revenant hummed in agreement before joining Rheas, Kite, and Turaco in their human chain.

He snorted as the group fanned out once they noticed Danny apart from the rest.

Dove took the initiative to scoop Danny up and order the others into some formation as they flitted about the rooftops and made it out of Gotham Proper and moved to a location better suited for stargazing.

Frankly, it was needed.

He began to explain the constellations to them, not expecting nearly as much engagement from Nightjar and Rheas as he got.

—

Dick was Not Doing Well. He forgot his missing, likely dead sister, existed. He forgot his first sister, the baby of his family and why Haly’s went into debt initially.

He forgot she had existed.

Or maybe she hadn’t as a she but still!

Fuck.

His sis—brother. First baby brother, existed.

Hadn’t even recognized him!

But Do—Danny. Danny recognized him, or his meta gene knew he would make trouble for him. Fuck. F U C K!

Danny had a medusa pin.

Someone had hurt Danny as at fourteen and he carried the pregnancy to term only to not get to keep the kid and was probably in a custody battle right now for a kid Damian’s age. Fuck!

—

Kite clearly decided to stay, as the guy practically lived on Danny shoulder when not following the world’s shittiest necromancer(s?) about.

Kite force fed Danny a bowl of cereal, thankfully in milk and not water or orange juice this time, and shadowed him to the morgue.

His co-workers pointedly ignored his shadow during during lunch. Kite kept stealing his damn sandwhich.

Danny gave up on Kite’s hovering by the time his classes rolled around, with the guy perking up and shimmying through vents to keep Danny in sight. He’s both honored and annoyed.

He managed to dodge the college waynes agains, and made it off campus without any interference from the Wayne clan. With any luck, they forgot about it or brushed it off and Danny was in the clear.

Kite got agitated as they made it home, glancing about in a way that meant Something Was There, but Danny hadnt worked out if they were friendly or not.

He slipped inside, Kite quick to follow, and Boxy slammed into him with a present.

“Happy death day!”

Danny knew he forgot something.

“It’s okay Kite, Boxy is just giving me a present for coming back from the dead.”

—

Dick glared at the feed. His baby sibling, the one lost back when he was Mary and John’s robin, not B and Gotham’s, that baby sibling had a death day too.

Dick dropped his head into his hands.

Jason would love this.

Dick gets many dead siblings.

God he hates whatever happened to Danny while they were apart. He needed to find the fucker that hurt his baby sibling, the one who desperately wanted to get good at acrobatics but was too little and, and—

—

“So Boxy, how long do you think i have before i get to relive it?”

“…did you forget again?”

“In my defense, finding out my real birthday and celebrating that mentally meant i forgot to schedule in my yearly self-destruct amidst five or so break downs in the last 24 hours.”

“Ghostling,” Boxy warned. “You are to rest. And what is this inferior undead?”

“This is kite, my frequent flyer and misfire from the cat distribution system. Think you can call the zone’s docs? Theres a bunch like my buddy and i am so out if my depth its not funny.”

Kite perked up and chirped a greeting that got Boxy’s attention.

“I will see what can be done ghost boy. Open the present.”

Danny obliged, and grinned as “did you get me a constellation lightbox with interchangeable sets from the zone?”

“You need more time with your anchor,” Boxy chided awkwardly. “And this allows you to do as you wish while making for ecto. Lunchbox picked it out.”

“Awww, tell her i love it!”

“Will do, beware!”

Danny watched with a smile hidden behind his mug of hot cocoa his new family. Originally he was only going to mess with them a little, since he wanted to keep his civilian live he gained with them but at the same time wanted to kind of provoke them to tell him about their night time jobs on their own.

Not like he could just flat out tell them he knew about their vigilantes lifes and that would be embarrassing to explain.

It's not every day that Danny's powers fluked on him, but with the stress of the past months, it happened. Right at a moment, he had to be clumsy and trip over his own feet and accidentally phased through a grandfather's clock, finding a hidden passage. Well at least he learned that way that Batman hadn't placed him with some other rich fruitloop that wasn't his godfather but well... with Batman himself and his family out of mask.

Yeah no, he did not want to explain that and hoped they would do that themselves. But apparently, they took Danny's statement of wanting a normal life a bit too serious.

Which brought him back to his current entertainment in the form of messing with his siblings.

"I don't get what the problem is guys. It's just merch." He chuckled slightly at the face Damian was making. While Jason chose to kick Tim under the table.

"Soooo how much merch on Red Robin do you have with this shirt now?" Dick asked instead with a bright smile, Danny still hadn't figured out how to tell what emotion he hid behind them sometimes.

"I think this is my third shirt of him." Danny mused, placing his cup back on the table and tapping his lip in a thinking motion. "Though I was going to pick up a couple of custom-made jackets of Red Hood and a Nightwing plush later today."

He acted like he did not hear the triumph like hiss of 'yes' from Jason as well as the very upset huff of Damian.

He just grinned at the amusement about how they apparently were competing over how much merch he owned of each of them.

When he found a Robin figure and several Robin pins mysteriously placed on his desk the next morning, he broke out laughing. Yet still just to mess with them gushed about his newly gotten merch to his family while sharing a knowing look with Alfred who knew he was just messing with them.

If there was a surprising amount of Batman merch, suddenly mixed into what he already owned the following week without his knowledge. Well, he wasn't going to complain about free stuff.

Danny: Why not? It’s just a helmet?

Jason: …So you know how I split my time between my apartment in Crime Alley and here? So I sometimes hear some questionable stuff?

Danny:

Batfam:

Jason: …Well, I might have heard that Red Hood’s helmet has explosives in it?

Batfam: WHAT?!

Danny, utterly confused: Why?

Jason: I heard it was to prevent people from trying to remove it. You know. Protect his identity.

Batfam: By KILLING HIM?!?!

Keep up the charade to continue messing with his family

"IF I was talking to the Red Hood" *with eyes never leaving Jason's mortified mug* "I'll list at least five ways to make people wary of taking off the helmet. Cause after the neck goes kablam there's the rest of the body to get DNA off! You know what? Jason, stay here while I make a redesign of that stupid helmet and YOU find a way to send them so its idiot owner will not blow their moronic head off to space. I like space without Red Hood bits y'know?"

Jason, calling out to him and trying to find exits whilst the rest of the family is staring him down and waiting for Danny to be out of earshot: Why do i gottta be the one who gives it to Red Hood??

Danny, stomping back into the living room with a tool box and and working mat: because YOURE the resident crime alley hoodlum and i am taking out my aggression on you.

Jason, slowly getting penned in by everyone: Wha-- that's not fair!

Danny, grumbling as he masterfully starts to disassemble the helmet: TOUGH NUGGETS LIFE ISNT FAIR--wait is this a tracker? that means this must be connected....and then this..oh i see this is the interface--AHA!

Everyone, who has dogpiled on Jason and whisper screaming at his stupidity: what?!?! did you trigger the bomb?????

Danny, who is surround by parts (the bomb is already safely at his side and being disposed of by Alfred): what? no. There's a CAMERA in here!!!

Cue Danny gleefully making a "video report complaint" to Jason, knowing full well this video will not only be passed around by the family, but also that Red Hood himself is standing RIGHT THERE in the background. It's a long rant.

He makes several points such as the aforementioned DNA from body bits from exploding the fucking head, but also (and not limited to):

there is no guarantee the person taking off the helmet would be working alone

it's fucking stupid

the remains of both red hood and the assailant would be heavily examined due to the fucking explosion and the resulting mess it leaves

it could endanger nearby innocents

it's astronomically stupid

it could potentially fuck up dire situations (i.e what if he's in a fight with a meta and one nasty knock to the head triggers the explosion?)

it makes the helmet liability with how the littlest thing could trigger a disaster nobody can come back from, especially with how much it moves around with him

did he mention its fucking stupid?

and because this is the phandom, the angst:

Danny will then say something like "you know, i could have put this helmet on without knowing anything, i could have died. the nearby innocents? that could have been me."

He'd look at Jason dead in the eye and say "if my older brother hadn't coincidentally heard there was a bomb in here, if I didn't think the helmet wouldn't fit, if Alfred hadn't insisted i wipe it clean first...If i loved my family any less, if i didnt show my family the cool new merch i got first thing, i could have died."

And then there'd be silence. It'd be heavy. Jason is trying not to hyperventilate. And then of course.

Danny, turning back to the camera that has been detached from the helmet: so anyway, fix that shit, my brother's gonna find you because i asked him to and hes gonna give you these schematics and youre gonna take them. You hear me, Mr. Red Hood? I will cry don't think I wont!

Danny, shoving papers at Jason: Also! Finder's Keepers!

Whips back around fiddling with the helmet "Not that it would be the first time but that's not the point I'm not going 3 for 3 here"

_____And then theirs silence _____

( continue with what they wrote until finders keepers)

Next morning he walks down stairs in the helmet with a skateboard and knee pads

If the bat family thought that Danny was done with just owning Red Hoods precious helmet, (which was now the centerpiece of his merch shrine, if he wasn't actively wearing it, accompanied with a photo of Hood and his redesigned helmet, Danny contemplated asking Jason to get it signed for shits and giggles), then they were wrong. The helmet had only been the beginning as through it Danny realized how unintentionally careless his new family could be.

The way Damian displayed swords on his wall? Danny made an effort to collect every batarang left behind, hanging them on his wall, displaying them the same way. Maybe it would be a wake-up call to his siblings not to leave stuff like that behind.

Then, there was that day Tim got into a little bit worse of a shuffle and ended up returning to the Cave with only half of his face mask. Three days later, Danny showed off his newly acquired piece of torn mask to his siblings. Purposely pointing out that bit of dried blood on it and loudly worrying if Red Robin was okay and pointedly ignoring that Tim just so happened to try to hide a skin colored bandage hinder his short bangs.

This kept going to the point that Bruce started to get worried if Danny was getting scammed by people whenever he returned with bits and pieces of their equipment. Or worse, wandering to close to the danger scenes to find these things. Though his new son's batarang collection was rather impressive now, especially with how they were arranged as the bat insignia on his wall too.

But then came the day Nightwing lost one of his ecrima sticks in battle. Tim even joked that it might turn up in Danny's hands in a couple of days. Fun fact. Danny did, in fact, collect it for his brother. He proudly presented it to them just like he had the helmet before. Even wondering if Dick, since he had an appartment in Blüdhaven, could like trade it back with Nightwing for an autograph, for the cringe effect. Only for him to accidentally hit a certain supposedly hidden switch on it.

As the electricity sparked to live, Danny flung it across the room as in the same moment, he fell backward and started to hyperventilate. Suddenly, he was stuck in that one moment in the past that changed his life forever while his family was scrambling to fix the situation.