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Danny, after his parents turned from Ghost hunting to being the first official Ghost Anthropologists, decided to repurpose some of their weapons.

And, well, there was a contest being run by Wayne Enterprises; whoever can design a robot that will help the environment got prize money and a grant.

Danny, in all his mechanical engineering prowess, was bored. So he designed a thing. Repurposed the Fenton Guns into a cute robotic tortoise that would clean the beach.

It spiraled from there, and now Fenton Works is the leading name in green technology that's cleaning up the Earth bit by bit. Sea Dragon robots that clean oil and trash from the ocean; beach tortoises that clean the sand and beach and deposit their hoard of trash into designated receptacles that Danny uses as material to make more robots; Cryptid "stalker" robots with long legs that delicately patrol forests to perform "fuel management" and clear out the underbrush to help manage wildfires; moving gargoyle robots that sit on top of skyscrapers to help clean the air with huge sail-like wings, etc.

Basically, Danny pulls a Doctor Elisabet Sobeck, but with less world ending and more actually helping. (Not that the world ending was Elisabet's fault, of course, but different franchise)

And due to the number of times aliens try to attack and rogues send their own robots to attack people, naturally Danny installed self-defense protocols, along with one single golden rule written into the very OS of every single robot; Save Humans Whatever the Cost.

Problem is, Batman has never seen robots like this not be used for evil purposes, and he knows that their power source (a closely guarded Fenton Works secret) is some sort of liquid that glows green.

He really only knows of one liquid that glows green.

So he's determined to find everything he can about Fenton Works, because there's no way that Daniel Fenton isn't actually a villain in the making.

Fenton had to come in front of a TEAM of Atlantis finest, who of course, agreed to sign NDAs, to explain WHO they worked IN DETAIL to their satisfaction. The boy was glad too. Those Dragons have fuckin Atlantian GAURDS now to prevent external tampering.

He even made Atlantian "Air" purifiers in the shape of jellyfish to clean up the waters near Atlantis. Insure the young, elderly, and infirmed had clean water to breathe. After all the shit humans have pulled towards Atlantis? Absolutely NOT. Danny Fenton both CLEARLY a few fish short of a school AND a the most precious baby boy in all of Atlantis. Let him make his helper animals.

They're pretty sure he has some sort of compulsive NEED to help.

And also? Save Humans Whatever The Cost? Imagine that. No REALLY imagine it. Being out at sea or camping way out in the middle of NO WHERE when some invasion hits. The sky splitting open.

Death starting to rain from above.

You have no where to hide.

Can only look up in horror. Scream and hold your kids, who you just wanted to make memories with, as you watch DEATH get closer and closer. You're crying. Alone. Will anyone even find your family's bodies?

Then SUDDENLY?

The sea or tea line SPLITS. Like a titan rising from the deep. You've seen them, meandering on the horizon. On the news. Those Fenton Work Green Works projects. Pretty and harmless, just poking along as they slowly save the world. Made to look non-threatening.

It doesn't look non-threatening now. It glows a poisonous green. Some giant SEA DRAGON or SPIDER like THING. Firing a concentrated beam of SOMETHING that cuts straight though the aliens about to tear your family apart. Flinging them back and away. And suddenly?

You are in the shadow of that colossal beast. As it fires, again and again. As the world BOOMS and shakes, full of fury and smoke. You feel so small. But... but the Green Works beast is... protecting you? Every attack that should have hit your family, it takes.

It's once pristine body, slowly gathering cracks, then holes, then missing chunks.

Somewhere in the world, superheroes force the enemy leaders back. The sky starts to clear. The Green Works beast backs away, teetering, barely holding. An automated message plays, "We are sorry for the scare. We here at Fenton Works prioritize lives over property. If anyone is injured, please, seek medical aid immediately. There is an emergency beacon and kit in this robot. Deploying."

A box pops out to either land with a thump or splash, sitting or float just in from of you, as the Green Works beast just... falls.

And it's like watching some giant and brave animal DIE in front of you. Maybe it's because of how it's shaped. Maybe the fact that it save you. But you can barely see past the tears as you struggle to open the emergency kit. Turn on that beacon, so help can find you.

And the only reason you're ALIVE is because of some cleaning robot you never gave thought too. And now it feels like it's dead because of you.

I imagine such stories make the news. The grieving faces of kids who's school bus was protected by a gargoyle. Of fishermen protected by Sea Dragons. Hikers who are only alive because of those walkers.

Invasions are a nightmare to clean up from. You send out rescues teams, have to find your robots, most of which are TRASHED because, well... people were in danger. Even the mouse-bots are down. They are literally just build for infrastructure inspection and minor maintenance. But a Universal Command is a Universal Command.

Imagine that CHAOS. People crying and holding bits and boxes of "their hero!" Outside of Fenton works offices. Crowds simmering on the edge of RIOTS because everyone is upset and desperate to see the robot that saved their LIFE fixed up.

Some of them drove hundreds of miles. There are urban robots, forestry robots, beach turtles, literally every gargoyle that was IN the city. Because Every. Single. Robot. Turned on the Invading forces.

They just... stopped. Turned around. And opened fire. A city wide "Not Today, fucker." But it COST them. Being the first response? Made them the first TARGETS too. Before the Heros, before law enforcement, first responders, anyone. The invaders clearly assumed they were a planetary defense system. Acted accordingly.

So now about over 9 out of every 10 Fenton works Robots are down.

Their technicians are scrambling at full speed to repair and release. It... would be a PERFECT time, for Brucie Wayne to offer his help. Arthur is glaring DEATH into the side of his skull. His eye promising terrible, terrible retribution if Bruce messes with Fenton works while they are down, but...

He has to know.

Has to be CERTAIN.

Besides, if they ARE benevolent? Wayne Tech HAS the work force and history of charity outreach. They can help. Would you prefer LUTHOR?

The people of Gotham are raving about this tiny gargoyle ("Tiny", hah-due to how much air they clean and the wingspan required for that, their bodies are easily ten to fifteen feet tall) and desperately trying to sneak into the building it's stationed itself on; the only building it could reach when an invader ripped off it's wing.

Wayne Enterprises.

Truckers coming from Amnesty Bay with Sea Dragons loaded up on them-massive machines that easily reach hundreds of feet long, who were coiled up and secured on the biggest trucks they could find. Construction companies voluntarily diverted cranes from less effected areas to hoist the Dragons onto the trucks.

On one of those coiled up sea beasts there's Atlantean jewelry-Mera will never admit it openly, but that one is her favorite; there were children being pulled out by a riptide, and one of them was falling faster than the other, and before she could control the water that huge Mechanical Beast just maneuvered under the kid and floated to the surface.

So sometimes when Arthur want's to visit home, she'll disappear to add another pretty bauble to Ztsal.

Yes, she named it. The beast is too noble to lack something as basic as a name.

Yes, she's very worried about it; it hasn't been seen since the invasion.

The trucker in charge of Ztsal has no idea that it's treasured by the Atlantean Queen; it's just one of his town's little dragon buddies that needs to be fixed.

Rednecks from deep in the woods come tearing into town in their beat-up pickups, huge fifteen-foot Wendigo-esque creepy cryptid machines that were torn apart as they stood between the invaders and the campers behind them shoved into truck beds and trailers.

The robots are creepy and offputting, but the city-goers treat them with respect all the same.

Surfer bros coming in with heavy af Machine Tortoises in their cars, the Tortoises sparking and depleted-some of them did the Last Resort shielding; where the metal plates in their shells deployed and stuck to the ectoplasmic shield to reinforce it.

Entire groups of regular beach goers dragging along a tortoise they've named Frank, who used to have their signatures on it's shell before it was forced to use the Last Resort to save the people who put those names there.

By the time Bruce Wayne shows up with his R&D department to help, Danny's ready to cry from relief and almost forgets to make them sign the NDAs.

The Machines themselves, with ectoplasm as a fuel source, have picked up the emotions from the people that surround them.

They don't have the capacity for higher thought, barely have the capacity for emotion, but there's one thing that they know for sure; they love their people.