#right?

hihihihihihihihihihi ( ^////^) did I do good?

“Did she just write ‘yeti doctor’?”

Bruce’s head snaps up at Steph’s voice, looking once again at the letter on the screen. “Dear Mister Wayne,” it reads, and that is where normalcy ends. “Thank you so much for taking in Danny, I was so worried when he had to escape our parents.” 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 Danny’s species can thrive. Because the missing teen that should be in his manor is not human, but some sort of human/ghost hybrid.

“Father, I think this warrants an emergency meeting with the Justice League.” His youngest says. “There is currently a government agency hunting Cujo and Daniel, citing laws that directly counter the Meta Human Protection Acts. This cannot stand.” 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.

“Uh, Alfred?” Duke starts form where he and Jason have been emptying the care package, “there’s a huge first aid kit here, but most of it is glowing.” Jason, of course, is turning the high tech laser pistols over in his hands, getting a feel for the handling and grip.

Bruce let’s his eyes skim over the letter again, his eyes catching on words like “Ghost King”, “Infinite Realms”, and “vivisection”. “I know it takes Danny a while to open up,” the letter reads, “so I’m beyond grateful that he feels safe enough with you.” Except he doesn’t, because Danny is not here. Somewhere out on the streets of Gotham is a half dead teenager, hurt and alone. And Bruce didn’t know. Didn’t know any of it until his sister sent him a care package, because apparently this kid has lied to his sister that he’s safe, that he found somewhere to stay.

He doesn’t notice the sudden hush behind him until Jason breaks it. “Is that fucking Lazarus Water?!” Bruce lowers his head back into his hands.

“I will prepare a room for the young master.” Alfred sniffs as his footsteps go towards the elevator. “I’m finding this kid.” Jason answers, leaving towards the lockers “Wait, Little Wing! I’m coming with!” Well, at least Dick can hopefully keep Jason in line. He prays to Rao this doesn’t mean he has to deal with a half-ghost, immensely powerful teen that struggles with Pit Rage.

this habit followed him into adulthood. as he left his family home and moved into his apartment alone, he kept on muttering those words as he passed the door.

"i’m home."

so when, for the first time in years, he heard a response, it actually startled him.

"welcome back."

he stilled, eyes wide and foot still in the air as he was taking his shoes off. his head abruptly turned to the side, and he almost fell down on his ass at the sight of someone laying on his bed.

"did i scare you? sorry…"

right, kakashi had nearly forgotten that he gave you a spare key when you spent the night yesterday. you were taken aback by his offer, staring at the silver object in his hand with wide eyes and an opened mouth. you took so long he almost took back what he said and told you to forget it, but you quickly kissed his worries away with a beaming smile and squealed your 'thank you, i love you's in his ear.

"kakashi? is everything alright?"

you cautiously got up at his lack of response (and movement) and met him at the entrance. he approached you as he took off his headband and jacket, before he grabbed your cheeks with a smile and stared with eyes that screamed affection.

"were you waiting for me?"

"mmh, finished early."