Trying to live completely off the record is a bit of a logistical nightmare turns out, but they make it work.
Svetlana took care of everything about the house from afar. To the outside world it would just look like she had a well kept vacation home with power, gas, and internet that she let her friends use. But Svetlana couldn't stop the day to day struggles. They couldn't keep mobile phones, just a land line in the house. They couldn't use credit cards or maintain bank accounts. (She had made sure to leave them a stash of cash that would easily get them through until she visited, and they used it to buy gift cards when they needed to make large purchases.)
The most challenging detail was the lack of valid IDs. Driving was undeniably unlawful. They were always on high alert when they couldn't avoid needing to take a trip in Svetlana's jeep. Their new identities weren't in any system. All it would take was one nosy cop to cause a whole heap of trouble. Despite it all, they found an easy rhythm. Ilya or Shane made the jog down the mountain every morning with Anya either way, and often they could pick up any needs from town during.
The more people they met the easier life became. The Figs were the first to offer to drive the milk and ice cream (Ilya insisted) up to their house so it wouldn't melt on the way back up.
It helped that Ilya was such a naturally generous person, soon the whole town considered Irene and Bodi two of their own—the people you called if the new washer was too heavy to move, the ones you could trust to drop your kids with when your wife needed to go to the hospital.
Ilya's cover story about them being immigrants from Russia who couldn't risk being traced helped. The Longphishers were beloved by the whole down and anyone under their wing was automatically considered family. The community rallied around them.
When they needed their gas tank refilled Kate and Evelyn Terran filled in their information on the gas website. When Anya needed to be taken to the vet, and they needed a card on file, Dr. Katie Lynn had accepted cash and pulled some strings to get the computer to glitch to the next screen with it. When winter rolled around, and Shane chopped wood for Ilya and his fireplace, he also broke up the logs for the elderly couple at the top of the hill. In return they cooked homemade soup, and threw in a good word with their hunter. Slowly all Shane and Ilya's inconveniences either faded or became part the expected beat of living.
It was a smaller life than Yuna and David would have ever wanted Shane to have. It was perfect.
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Hi! I wanna say that I love reading your work. They help me dealing with the burnout from exams. I wanted to ask that could you write a Part 7 to Freelance Inventor. Maybe Bruce getting jealous or whatever your creative mind comes up with. Thank you!
"Has anyone noticed that Dad's been acting off lately?" Dick says one afternoon around the grill. Jason raises a brow from where he's carefully watching the steaks cook, spatula in hand to flip it to the other side.
He always took his grilling duties seriously after Grandpa Jack took him aside and taught him the secret Fenton BBQ spice rubs. They were guaranteed to make anything on the grill taste heavy, and haven't failed Jason since.
His first girlfriend had fallen for his charms and the plate of steaming food he actively flaunted around her. The way to a heart really was through the stomach.
If the Fentons didn't constantly bring their meals to life—accidentally—then Jason would swear to anyone who cares to listen that they were likely claimed by some Food Ancient. There was no other explanation.
"I have actually," Tim says from where he's sprawled across a nearby sun lounger. He's taken his favorite position, which never made sense to Jason. The teenager looks like a starfish, spread as far as his limbs can go, utterly boneless and content. His upper back hurts just from looking at Tim. "He keeps making up excuses to not see B."
"What did that man do this time?" Steph huffs, painting her toenails with her favorite sparkling purple shimmer nail polish. Beside her on the most plush sun lounger they own is Cass. The eldest girl was resting on her stomach, napping comfortably.
She just returned from a rather long and daunting mission, so everyone knew to let Cass claim the best spot around the pool. She has more than earned it.
"Probably something studpid" Dick sighs rubbing at his face. "I just hope it's not another Cesar Salad incident."
Jason winces alongside the rest of the people conscious. (Cass mutters slightly, burrowing further into the pillow pressed against her cheek.) The Cesar Salad incident was one of the darkest failures in getting Bruce and Danny together.
He doesn't like thinking about it, but it involves an overly flirty waiter, a confused inventor, a jealous billionaire, a rubber chicken, three singing Christmas trees, and the disgruntled mayor holding the Key to the City while covered in salad.
Had it not been for Damian bursting into tears and calling Danny for the first time—and only time—"Dad," they may never have seen Bruce again. It was a shame, but the siblings had long ago agreed they would have all gone with Danny if there had been a divorce.
"I don't think it's that bad." Jason cuts in, flipping over the steaks. The meat makes an appetizing sizzling sound as he waves his spatula around. "Honestly, if it were, we wouldn't see Dad as often as we have lately. He wasn't supposed to return from Japan until the end of the month, but he came back two weeks earlier, and I caught him staring at Bruce from the office doorway. "
"Did he look upset?" Steph asks, turning her attention away from her feet to pin Jason with a sharp stare.
He shakes his head, causing her to ease up her face. "No. He seemed almost... excited and nervous at once?"
"Dad? Nervous?" Tim scoffs, "That man created the zeta beams, won the award for most influential inventor, and once told Superman to his face that he wasn't his type. Dad doesn't do nervous."
"Well, that's what it looked like to me!" Jason defends hotly, hiding his embarrassment for even suggesting the emotion from the other two, by checking on the hot dogs.
"Danny only behaves this way because he finally realized he harbors affection for Father." Damian proclaims, bursting onto the scene with a large inflatable peacock pool floater. He throws into the water and then leaps feet first into the water.
They watch as he dives a little to loop upwards and uses the water to push his hair out of his face, just as Danny does whenever he goes swimming. Out of all of them, Damian copied Danny the most. The only thing he didn't allow the man to influence was his speech, but everything else? That was a free game.
Damian had even started to help Danny plan their Thanksgiving decorations, creating his decorations trunk for Dad's favorite holiday.
The boy climbs onto his flute, lounging like a king on a throne. "Father and Danny will finally be romantic partners this time tomorrow."
Dick opens his mouth only to be cut off once again by a shout. "Emergency! Emergency!Emergency!"
They all jump to attention, disrupting the relaxing atmosphere, and twist towards Duke, who is running from the side of the Manor, waving his arms frantically. Even Cass wakes in a second, limbs no coil, to leap into combat while Tim reaches for the hidden bo staff disguised as a table umbrella pole.
Jason untied his apron and reached for his waist hoist, only to realize he was in his swimming trunks and nothing else. No matter. Alfred lives here; firearms are bound to be near the pool, hidden in plain sight somewhere.
"Duke! Report!" Dick doesn't quite bark, but it's a sharp enough command to make all of them mentally shift to him being the one who would lead this emergency without question.
"Dad..." Duke gasps, hands on his knees, as he tries to catch his breath. He must have been running for a while. After all, Duke has some of the best stamina out of them.
It's then that Jason notices the kid is still wearing his school uniform. He had volunteered to help at the Gotham pre-school this summer as part of his mandatory volunteer hours for the Honors Society, so that means he ran from clear across the city.
"What happened to Dad?" Dick demands when all Duke does is pant and gasp for breath. "Duke, where is Dad? "
"He....he has a....boyfriend" The daytime hero finally gets out, though his words chill everyone gathered. "He's....dating that ghost hero....Phantom....and B found out. He's upstairs crying."
"What?" Damian's voice is flat, but Jason doesn't have time to find out why because Dick is barking out orders on how to proceed with a never-before-observed encounter.
A love rival who actually had Dad's attention. Jason has no idea what to do if they can't get him to break up with Phantom. Gods, what must B be feeling.
"I'll check on B." He proclaims as Tim, Steph, and Cass rush to find out everything they can about the elusive hero Phantom. It will be hard since the ghost was such an old and powerful being; he was a god in his own right. And gods are often not recorded as accurately as they hope, since humans tend to change the myths over time.
"I'll track down Dad and keep him away from the homewrecker! Duke goes with Jason to talk to B to think clearly. " Dick throws up a fist, twisting around to regard everyone with every inch that made up the undaunting Nightwing. "You have your assignments. Go. Do not fail!"
"Wait-" Jason runs before Damian can finish his sentence, rushing into the manor towards the muffled sobbing.
They won't let this stand—not after a decade of waiting, hoping, wishing, and planning. Phantom will never get his Dad.
Dick: This organization that apparantly exists? The GIW. B put me and Babs on trying to dismantle it but we cant find any info on it.
Jason: fuck if I know. I’m busy on patrol rn
Dick: Who are you with tonight?
Jason: Dami but he never showed.
Tim: Again? That’s the third time this week
Danny: He’s with me
Steph: Hold the fucking phone- WHEN DID YOU GET IN THIS GC
Danny: Um a week ago?
Tim: Since when?!
Jason: Yeah he’s been here. Ok later. I gotta get back on route.
Dick: I never saw the notif that you were added
Danny: Technology doesn’t like me sometimes.
Babs: That explains a lot actually
Danny: Also the GIW are the Guys in White. At least that’s what we always called them. They’re a government agency doing illegal experiments. Mainly on me
Dick: Oh wow wtf
Duke: Just got woken up by a phone call from Steph about Danny being in the gc?
Danny: Hi
Duke: Oh shit
Steph: You weren’t supposed to SAY THAT
Duke: You woke me up at 3 am I’ll say whatever the fuck I want
Damian: All the information you need on the GIW is on a flash drive in the cave.
Babs: Do you know how many flash drives we own?
Damian: I’m not going to specify which one over text. That would be ignorant.
Babs: Then get your ass down here
Damian: No.
Danny: I’m sending him
Babs: Thank you.
Duke: So how did you end up in the gc Danny?
Danny: Well Damian said it was how everyone communicated quickly and he wanted me to be updated on the GIW thing.
Duke: Alright then.
Cass: Hi Danny ☺️🤚
Danny: Hi Cass ☺️🤚
Cass: 🤭
The next morning
Duke has removed Damian from “Sib Chat.”
Duke has removed Danny from “Sib Chat.”
Duke: Okay what are the chances that Damian is dating Danny?
Jason: Ide say pretty high
Dick: I hope not. It’s like he’s multiplied into two people that roam the house now
Tim: THATS WHAT IM SAYING
Steph: They are like- the same person but not. Except Danny smiles
Kon: I think he’s cool
Cass: 👆
Bernard: Idk it feels kind of… off putting that they look almost identical and the idea they might be dating?
Jason: Damian’s only true love is himself
Babs: I say just let them be happy. Besides, if anyone will accept Damian the way he is, it’s Danny.
Dick: What’s that supposed to mean-
Babs: Saw him fall through the floor into the cave the other day
Tim: Yeah I figured he was a meta when he cut his finger the other day
Duke: How would you know he was a meta from that?
Tim: His blood was green
Duke: Oh-
Jason: Yeah I didn’t wanna say anything but like- those scars on his chest? Those are definitely autopsy scars.
Bernard: How could an alive person have autopsy scars?
Jason: I mean mine are from when I was dead so maybe he’s just died before
Bernard: It frustrates me that you all act like dying is a thing to do on a Tuesday.
Kon: You get used to it.
Bernard: You are no better.
A few months later
Damian: I need you all to come to Illinois next week.
Jason: Why
Cass: ?
Steph: huh
Tim: Why
Damian: For my wedding
Dick: WHAT
Bernard: I CALLED IT, YOU ALL OWE ME 20 BUCKS
Kon: I’ll be there 😄
Babs: Oh we are all going to be there, I’ll make sure of it
Duke: Yeah I need to see this shit with my own eyes.
Steph: OH MY GOD YOU HAVE TO LET ME HELP PLAN IT DAMIAN
Damian: No.
Steph: WHY NOTTTTT
…………………………………………………………………
Danny: Hey guys
Tucker: DANO
Sam: Heyyy
Danny: So you know how we left Illinois to get away from my parents?
Sam: Yeah?
Tucker: Yeah. This new apartment your boyfriend got us is fucking sick btw
Sam: Danny what are you getting at
Danny: Would you guys go back if it was important to me?
Sam: Yes obviously
Tucker: Sure yeah
Danny: Cool cool cuz Jazz is going to college there and the only way she can come to the wedding is if we have it there.
Sam: WEDDING?!
Tucker: WHAT
Danny: Yeah so um. Damian and I are getting married next week so
Sam: DANNY
Tucker: WE HAVENT GRADUATED?!
Danny: Well I’m impatient and we wanna do it now
Sam: … fair enough
Tucker: As long as we don’t have to pay for travel
Danny: Oh yeah Damian already stole the family card 😆
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As thanks for being "birthed", Danny wrote his own view on why Red Robin's cloning of Superboy hadn't worked. He wrote a small side note what he did wrong with his human clone too. Since if Danny hadn't woken up inside this body, it may have lived for a short while but as was his current dilemma, it would have soon died. He thought about writing down how to correctly clone someone, but then again, he didn't know Red Robin personally, so better not give him the power to clone someone.
Now it was time to theoretically create pure ectoplasm. With the data on the computer Danny soon had a possible solution, now he just had to find the beakers, tubes, and everything else he needed, especially Lazarus Water.
He found everything he needed, except the Lazarus Water, that was hard to find. Danny did find it in the end though, it was in a quite hidden compartment. He spent hours to find it.
Roy and Lian woke them bright and early in the morning by barging right through the door. Honestly, Jason was regretting giving him keys to his safe houses.
"The sun isn't even up yet," Jason grumbled, turning his face deeper into his pillow. Danny squirmed a bit under his arm, but settled down again soon after.
Roy ripped the blanket off of the two. "C'mon, Jay! It's movin' day!"
That woke Danny up. "Movin'?" He yawned, "Movin' where?"
"I'm glad you asked, kid!" There was a smile in Roy's voice. Jason heard him throw the blanket to the other side of the room. "We're goin' to Jason's actualy apartment today. You excited?"
Danny sat up, blinking slowly. When he finally seemed to be awake, he gasped and threw himself at Roy. "Roy!"
Roy laughed, catching him, "It's nice to meet you, too, kid. You greet everyone like this?"
"Jus' frien's."
Jason finally sat up, running a hand through his hair. He wasn't going to get anymore sleep right now, so he might as well make sure nothing burns down. "Roy,"
Roy, still holding Danny, shot a mock offended look at Jason. "I come all this way and this is how you greet me?" He turned away. "Maybe I'll just take the kids and go."
From the doorway, Lian had poked her head in and gasped. "I get a brother in the divorce?"
Jason gaped at the kid. Roy nodded. "And I'm taking the motorcycle."
"I built it!" Jason objected.
Danny giggled, wiggling until Roy put him down. Once he was on the floor, he shyly approached Lian. "Hi," he said, "'m Danny."
Lian grinned, three teeth missing, "I'm Lian!"
"Danny," Jason said, "Lian's a year older than you."
Danny didn't say anything for a few seconds. Then, "You're eight!"
Lian nodded enthusiastically. "Yep! I just turned eight!
"Why don't you two go play in the spare room before we go, yeah?" Roy offered. The kids cheered before running off. Now alone in the room, Roy turned back to Jason. "Parenthood looks good on you."
Jason scoffed. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"I think you do," Roy hummed, "Run the situation by me again?"
Rolling his eyes, Jason turned back to where his closes where and started to change as he recapped the situation. He re-explained how he found Danny and his dead sister in the alley, how he got the kid to the safe house after delegating a proper burial to Harley, how upset the kid had been. He explained everything up until Roy barged into the safe house and stole his blankets before the sun rose.
A crime that he assured would not be forgiven easily.
Roy'd laughed at the end, helping Jason stuff his suit in a spare duffel bag. "Sounds eventful."
"That's one way to put it."
"Don't be like that, Jay. From where I'm standing, you're doing fine."
Jason rolled his eyes, his back turned to his friend, "I don't want to be fine. The kid deserves more than that."
"But can you give that?"
Jason hesitated for a moment. "That's what you're here for."
It was Roy's turn to scoff. "I can't just drop everything at your beck-and-call."
"Why not? You already do."
Jason could hear Roy roll his eyes. "Idiot." Then, "Gotham and Bludhaven may not be a huge commute, but it's still pretty long, especially into the Alley."
"So why stay in Bludhaven?"
"Why stay in Gotham?"
"It's my home."
"And Bludhaven's my home."
"You sure it's not 'cause Nightwing's there?"
Roy stopped. "That's not fair, Jason."
"What's not? That you-" He stopped, too, and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry. Let's go."
There was a long pause. "Yeah, let's go." Neither of them moved. "I get half your safe houses in the divorce."
Jason whipped around and threw a coin from his pocket at Roy. The coward was out the door before the coin crossed half the distance.
