Bruce pressed the palms of his hands against his eyes. Heās usually not one for such an open sign of distress, but he feels in this case it was warranted. And he was having such a peaceful morning, too.
āDid she just write āyeti doctorā?ā
Bruceās head snaps up at Stephās voice, looking once again at the letter on the screen. āDear Mister Wayne,ā it reads, and that is where normalcy ends. āThank you so much for taking in Danny, I was so worried when he had to escape our parents.ā Which is already an extremely worrying sentence. Made even more worrisome with the fact that there is no Danny currently residing in his manor.
His family is in chaos. Tim has three screens in front of him, ranting about living firewalls to Barbara, while Dick leans over his shoulder.
Alfred has lifted a thick three-ring binder out of the care package that this Jasmine Nightingale has sent them, and is flipping through it. Apparently this binder contains all of the medical, psychological, and cultural information needed to make sure that Dannyās species can thrive. Because the missing teen that should be in his manor is not human, but some sort of human/ghost hybrid.
āFather, I think this warrants an emergency meeting with the Justice League.ā His youngest says. āThere is currently a government agency hunting Cujo and Daniel, citing laws that directly counter the Meta Human Protection Acts. This cannot stand.ā Cujo, the green glowing, 10 foot ghostdog that delivered the package and letter this morning by density shifting into the dining room during breakfast. Damian was of course attached.
āUh, Alfred?ā Duke starts form where he and Jason have been emptying the care package, āthereās a huge first aid kit here, but most of it is glowing.ā Jason, of course, is turning the high tech laser pistols over in his hands, getting a feel for the handling and grip.
Bruce letās his eyes skim over the letter again, his eyes catching on words like āGhost Kingā, āInfinite Realmsā, and āvivisectionā. āI know it takes Danny a while to open up,ā the letter reads, āso Iām beyond grateful that he feels safe enough with you.ā Except he doesnāt, because Danny is not here. Somewhere out on the streets of Gotham is a half dead teenager, hurt and alone. And Bruce didnāt know. Didnāt know any of it until his sister sent him a care package, because apparently this kid has lied to his sister that heās safe, that he found somewhere to stay.
He doesnāt notice the sudden hush behind him until Jason breaks it. āIs that fucking Lazarus Water?!ā Bruce lowers his head back into his hands.
āI will prepare a room for the young master.ā Alfred sniffs as his footsteps go towards the elevator. āIām finding this kid.ā Jason answers, leaving towards the lockers āWait, Little Wing! Iām coming with!ā Well, at least Dick can hopefully keep Jason in line. He prays to Rao this doesnāt mean he has to deal with a half-ghost, immensely powerful teen that struggles with Pit Rage.
A small hand lands on Bruceās shoulder. He looks up into the sparkling eyes of his daughter. āNew brotherā, she grins.
