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Batman enters the room where the rest of the interrogation witnesses are waiting while sitting around the round meeting table. He takes seat right between Wonder Woman and Superman.

“So, that was something.” Nightwing breaks the tense silence.

“So young and yet has already burdened so much. The weight of a crown is too heavy for a child to carry and yet he carries his like Atlas to the skies.” Aquaman follows, his tone carries the sorrow he feels for the young boy that is the King of the Infinite.

“I cannot believe he actually told us about his death.” Constantine adds. “That’s the most intimate thing for a ghost, something only shared among those they consider fraid, their family, to share that with us… I don’t think you people understand the importance of him telling us about it.”

“I knew he had barely manifested when he fought the tyrant for the first time, but he to think that he’s literally just a kid!” Deadman exclaims.

“A kid just trying to mend the mistakes of his parents.” Zatanna says, her tone solemn.

“What now?” Flash questions. “I mean, based on what he said and on what we know so far the kid just wants to live.” He continues and everybody in the room can hear how his voice slightly breaks at the end.

“What do you think?” Superman, no Clark asks his best friend, for he understands how close this case is to B’s family.

“Since it seems that it was Gotham herself who offered to be the king's sanctuary, it will be Gotham who will keep sheltering him.” The big bad bat states. “When we leave, he comes with us.” He adds as he looks at his eldest son.

“Yeh, about that, I don’t think they’re gonna finish talking any soon.” Nightwing says with an awkward smile.

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Back in the interrogation room, Damian is sitting on a corner with Danny sitting on his lap, his head resting over one of Damian’s shoulders, his pretty eyes puffy and still shiny. Damian has taken off the domino mask from his face, he is looking at Danny’s face and caressing his cheek with his thumb.

“Do you feel better, qalbi?” Damian asks with gentleness.

“Yeah… sorry smearing snot on your cape.” Danny answers, voice hoarse.

“It is quite alright. It is always gets dirtied by some more disgusting substances anyways.”

“I bet.” Danny huffs a chuckle and Damian’s anxiety lessens at the sound.

“Daniel.” Damian calls and sweetly makes Danny look at his, their faces so close that their noses almost touch. “I am not angry at you, nor disgusted nor disappointed, nor any of those silly things your mind might be whispering to your heart. I was surprised, confused and scared. I am sorry if I made you feel like I would turn my back on you, I just needed to calm down and organize my thoughts.”

“You mean it?”

Damian just nods his head. Danny’s bottom lip wobbles but he doesn’t cry again, instead, he surrounds Damian neck with his arms and gives him a tight hug that the other teen gladly returns.

“I am so sorry you had to go through that hell, my love.”

Danny breaks the hug and with the palm of his left hand he touches Damian’s cheeks, the slightly taller teen then rests his head to said palm as Danny says, “At least I wasn’t raised in an evil cult?”

“Just how much of my life is written in that manual of yours?” Damian questions as he remembers that Danny mentioned the ‘Gotham Manual’ that the city’s spirit had given him before moving to Gotham.

“Not much, really. It’s more like a wiki-page with your most basic info. Nothing too revealing.”

“Is that why you choose my table that first day of school?”

“Nope. Up to that day I had barely read the intro of the book.” Danny reveals without an ounce of shame. “In reality, it wasn’t until that day that I started to properly read it because I wanted to know about the new friend I had made, then I found out about you and your family’s extracurricular activities, and I stopped reading it again because it didn’t feel right to know about that without your permission.”

“You are a good actor.” Damian acknowledges.

“Thanks. It took me to almost die a second time to learn.” Danny jokes and Damian makes a face, which only makes Danny’s smile stretch.

“Is there a way for me to stop the incoming jokes and puns about dead that will plague my future with you?”

“And let Jason be the only one with a tombstone in this graveyard? Never.”

Damian throws his head back, taking it away from Danny’s cold hand and letting it rest on the wall.

“But, talking seriously Dames, you don’t feel scared of me, of what I am?”

Damian looks at his – thank the heaves – still boyfriend. “Daniel, my father is Bruce Wayne, I have no proofs but also no doubts that he has had intercourse with Superman at least once, also, most of my siblings have had intimacy with non-human individuals. Believe me roohi, I am not bothered by the nature of your biology nor power.”

Neither Damian nor Danny knows this, but after Damian said that every bat and bird did a big sneeze (Clockwork knows though, and he did a sensible chuckle while watching his screens).

“O-k, I so much didn’t need to know that about your family, babe.”

“It is but a matter of a fact.”

“Still… wait! Does that mean that you’re still willing to, you know, do the deal with me?” Danny questions as a beautiful rouge blush spreads across his freckled face and neck.

“As long as you are also willing to take me.” Damian purrs, the tips of his lips suddenly gently touch the tip pf Danny’s own.

The answer is Danny closing the very short distance between them.

It was just a peck, a long one mind you, but when they broke apart their foreheads touched and their eyes locked… and Damian saw how Danny’s eyes filled with tears again.

Danny chuckles a sniff and Damian kisses the tears away. They stay like that for a while… until Danny’s stomach betrays him.

“Aww, come one.”

“Come, love. The cafeteria here has some descent food.”

“Gasp! Can we eat in a room where we can look at the outer space?!”

“Anything you want, Danny.”

They might have been one of the richest and oldest families in Gotham, but there was a reason why the Waynes were reclusive. Bruce never really questioned it when he was younger, living happily with his family. He just assumed everyone gathered only once or twice a year, since both his parents were constantly working (his father as a surgeon and his mother wrestling for respect at Wayne Enterprise). He had no idea it was because people- escpaically those of the first class- were upset with his parents constantly fighting against social norms.

For example, someone found out Georgie, one of the many butlers at Wayne Manor, had a male lover and went straight to Thomas to expose him. It was expected that they would throw out Georgie, let the wolves of the city tear him apart.

Instead, Thomas had thrown out the woman and then told Gerogie to invite his lover to dinner at Wayne Manor. Bruce later found out that Gerogie's lover had moved into the staff rooms with him because he had lost his job, and his landlord kicked him out when that woman went to spread the word about the nature of the men's relationship. His name was Victor, and he gave the best shoulder rides. They vanished a year later, and Bruce didn't know where they went, but Thomas and Martha had him pick the nicest pebbles from thier yard for them.

Bruce was aware of these things happening around him, much more than a child his age would be, but he didn't understand them. His intelligence let him see past the surface level and maybe even the first layer of social interactions, but adults were complicated and had so many layers to them, and the things they did that Bruce was violently reminded he was a child for all his intelligence.

That's why, despite the way everyone kept telling him that there was nothing he could do after that horrid night in the alley, Bruce used his intelligence and his childlike naivety to find a way to bring his parents back.

He went into his mother's secret safe, hidden under the Manor in a dark cave she thought he didn't know about. There he found a book, created with the blood of the Kane ancestors who weren't dark witches themselves but were great friends of the ones. He flipped through the book, under the covers of his bed, trying to stay out of Alfred's sight.

The Head Butler was busy getting all the affairs of his parents settled, letting go of the staff, ensuring that thier will was followed, and defending Bruce's inheritance against everyone. The man was busy, but thankfully, his parents had made sure he had power in case anything bad happened to them. The only problem was that Alfred was "worried" about Bruce's mental state after watching his parents get murdered in front of him.

Which meant that Alfred barely let him out of his sight. That's why reading his mother's forbidden "Dark Magic from the Coven of Witches, who was welcomed at Kane's table." It was a long title, but it was self-explanatory.

And in the middle of the book, Bruce found exactly what he was searching for.

He waited until Alfred had done his routine bedroom check, pretending to be sound asleep, clutching the book under the covers. Once the Head Butler (soon the only butler) moved on to retire for the night in his room, Bruce got to work.

He quickly pulled a giant teddy bear from his closet, struggling a little since it was the same size as himself, and tucked it into his bed. He made sure to pull the covers over its head and slap on a wig that matched Bruce's hair color, making it seem like he had buried himself in the blankets again.

Then, using a rope ladder he had stolen from the garden when the man was emptying out his worker shed, Bruce carefully climbed out of his window and ran. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him, making sure to duck behind hedges, in fear that someone inside would spot him in the many windows of Wayne Manor. The people were all leaving, but the departure was slow, delayed by grief and confusion.

Bruce hoped that by the end of tonight, none of his staff would have to leave. That they could even call back the ones who were gone.

Eventually, he arrived in an area with no coverage, so he had to sprint until his lungs actually burned, but Bruce pushed on. He got to the wall where he had hidden another ladder, this one metal, and it was much harder to steal from the gardener. But it did what it was supposed to do. He was on top of the wall, pulled it up behind him, and used it to climb down on the other side in record time.

Which meant he was standing at the gate just as the taxi he had ordered earlier that night pulled up. Thankfully, he had been able to convince Ronnie, one of the maids, to record a "bedtime story" he wrote, in which she basically placed an order for a taxi. She flattered slightly when she saw he put his real address and actually paused at the destination, but she carried on, which meant he was able to play the recording into the phone receiver. The taxi company didn't suspect a thing.

The driver even helped him into the back seat, smiling warmly, because Ronnie had recorded the words "A ride for the young boy to a movie theater."

The ride was calm, the cabbie playing slow jazz on the radio, and the rain was gentle in the wind. Bruce watched Bristol slowly fade into Gotham, turning darker and grimmer as the cab made its way to the more dangerous parts of the city. He tried not to notice, forcing himself to focus on the water droplets instead of the sinking sick feeling in his stomach. He clutched the book to his chest, squeezing it when the familiar glow of that wrenched movie theater appeared.

The cabbie pulled into the curve, parallel parked, and then turned with a smile. He mentioned the price- much higher than it was because Bruce knew the mileage from his house to this place by heart after the weeks of obsessing over it-, but he paid the man anyway and got out. The gentle drizzle had stopped, which meant it was going to pour in about an hour. Hopefully, after he did what he came to do.

Bruce followed the path from the front of Morach Theater down the street and then took a turn into the alley that haunted his nightmares. He thought he could handle coming back here, but his feet froze only one step in, and the sounds of the gunfire blasted in his ears while his sight was overwhelmed by blood.

Bruce stumbled, landing on his knees, dry heaving as his world spun and the scream of his mother echoed over and over and over again. He was only able to snap out of it when his book fell from his shaking hands, splashing on a small puddle and making a loud bam. He scrambled to pick it up, wiping off the water as best he could. It didn't look too damaged, the heavy back cover protecting the pages inside.

Taking a big breath, Bruce gathered all the courage his eight-year-old body could contain, and he walked into the middle of the alley. A dark stain was near the wall, where his father's body had landed, but Bruce couldn't focus on it.

He flipped through the book until he found the page he wanted. It was hard to make out the words, since his sight was blurry with tears and his hands were shaking badly, but Bruce pushed the words out of his mouth. He had to do this. He had to call upon them.

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Hours later, Bruce walked back into Wayne Manor, which was lit up by the red and blue lights of police cars parked in front of his home. Alfred was speaking to an officer, looking as distressed as the night the Waynes went to the movies. A few servants were to the side, some talking to other officers, some hugging themselves, and others just waiting around.

Bruce beamed, raising his voice, "Alfred!"

At once, every head in the yard snapped to him. Alfred all but threw the man he was speaking to as he took off in a run towards Bruce. "Young Master! Are you alright? Did someone take you? What happened? Where on earth have you been!? Why are you smiling like that after giving me nine heart attacks!?"

He clutched the boy to his chest, dropping to his knees and hugging the boy like he was afraid Bruce would disappear. He wasn't sure why, because Bruce wasn't going anywhere, but he hugged back just as tight. While pressing his face into the Head Butler's shoulder, he responded to all the questions with a cheerful chirp.

"I'm okay. No. I went into the city. I used Dark Magic to strike a deal with Gotham and Phantom. I'm smiling because Mom and Dad are home!"

Alfred pulled back, his face crumbled with grief and sorrow, "Young Master Bruce, we talked about this. Master Thomas and Lady Martha passed away. They aren't coming home-"

"That's a rude way to greet the man of the house, isn't it, Alfie?" Thomas joked, strolling in with Martha holding onto the curve of his arm. They were dressed in thier finest outfits- the very same ones Alfred buried them in. The butler froze for a split second before he was yanking Bruce into his arms and rising to his feet. He twisted so that he could shield the boy with his body, glaring at the couple.

"Who are you?" Alfred growled in a cold voice that sent shivers down Bruce's spine. Martha and Thomas paused just a few feet away from thier dear friend, blinking owlishly at the hostile tone.

"What do you mean?"

Martha and Thomas Wayne are dead. Who are you and why are you wearing thier faces?"

Bruce raised his hand, suddenly aware of why Alfred was behaving this way. "It's really my parents. Phantom brought them back for me as long as I keep my side of the deal. I have to become a knight for Lady Gotham and protect her from the crime and corruption in Gotham. Phanotm asked that I have twelve children, whom he will send to me, to raise and protect. They sealed it with a mark on my hand, see? The bat symbol? I'm going to be Batman one day! I have a lot of training to do!"

Martha's bell-like laughter filled the air as the couple continued to walk towards a stunned Alfred. The head butler knew that laughter, knew the way she would raise her hand to tap against her chin as if she were planning to cover her mouth, but didn't go through the full motion. Bruce once heard him joke that he would know her in a room of over ten thousand people, and that holds true as tears slowly spill over his cheeks, staring at her like she was a walking miracle.

"Our Bruce has such an imagination." Martha giggles, causing Thomas' smile to soften, but it falls away into a worried frown. He reaches out, placing a hand on Alfred's shoulder, on the side that wasn't holding Bruce.

"Alfie, are you alright?" Thomas leans in, his blue eyes shining just as warm and kind as the day Bruce lost him. He beams at his father, leaning his head on Alfred's shoulder so the butler can answer.

His butler starts to shake, sobs spilling from his lips as he chokes, "My loves....you came back to me."

Thomas and Martha blinked, turning to give each other questionable looks before Martha carefully asked. "Of course, we came back, Alfie; we just went to the movies. It was only a few hours."

For some reason, those words cause Alfred to sob harder, nearly falling to his knees, and Bruce clings to his shoulders in fear of falling with him. Thankfully, Thomas has great reflexes, so he steps forward, pulling his arm away from his wife, doing his best to keep the sobbing man upright after catching him.

The police surrounded them, questions flying around, while Martha and Thomas scrambled to figure out what in the world was going on. No one noticed the pure joyful smile on Bruce Wayne's face, nor the book held at his chest.

The bat symbol on his hand faded out of view but was never forgotten. He would honor his part of the bargain. He would become the justice and protection this city desperately needed.