Author's Notes

Hey all! I'm Uni and I write (and read) wildly in fandoms.

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Tim pulls his left arm over his chest to stretch. "Patrol break over. Stay safe, okay?"

"There's very little in this universe that can hurt me. If anything, I should go with you to keep you safe."

"I can take care of myself."

"I'm sure you can, but it's never a bad idea to have back up." Danny transforms, leaving behind Phantom. It really is Danny's face, just different colors. "I can even follow you invisible, no one would know."

"I'm not the only one out, and you distort cameras. My overwatch," Tim gestures to his comm, "will notice."

"Why's that a bad thing?"

Thing is, it's not. Would Bruce be happy about an interdimensional being chilling in Gotham? No. He'd try to send Phantom to the Watchtower at the very least. But Bruce would also get that it's temporary and that Phantom means no harm. It might even be nice, chatting to Phantom for more than an hour. Tim had questions about the universe Phantom came from, and hadn't been able to ask them yet.

Except, Phantom would capture attention. From Babs, from Bruce, from the rest of the family. Tim liked the idea of keeping him secret. Pulling one over on the Bats, just a harmless challenge for himself. Besides, it meant –

"Ah, I'm your dirty little secret."

Tim flushes scarlet. "No! Of course not!"

Phantom rolls backward, only to float horizontally an inch off the floor.

"You've locked me away, in this place where there's only a bed."

"There's a chair right there!"

"You won't even tell me your name-"

"Tim." Tim's not sure how that slipped past his lips. He's usually better than this, it took nearly a year for him to tell the Titans his name, but Phantom weasels it out of him in a day?

"Tim," Phantom says softly. They turn to float on their side.

"Is it that bad I want to keep you a secret from the other vigilantes?"

A faint tinge of green appears on Phantom's cheeks and they look away. "I guess not."

Reluctantly, Tim stands. "Same time, same place tomorrow?"

"I'll be here. Stay safe, okay? This city is…aggressive."

"That's Gotham for you. Wouldn't have it any other way. I'll won't take risks, and I'm not alone." Tim gestures to his comms again. In a heartbeat, Oracle would answer any request. In five, he'd have someone on their way to help.

He sees Phantom step out of a portal, with a crown of finger bones, and goes, ah, An Entity. They/them.

Then Phantom transforms into a form with the fluffiest hair, who says like this, I'm Danny, and Tim goes got it, now a guy. He/him.

When the Danny who walks through the door spots him, he freezes. Blushes. And then sorta melts into the air like cotton candy. A faint green shimmer fills the air,  moving from the door to the Danny on the bed. The Danny on the bed inhales it, and then snaps his head up to see Tim out side the window.

Danny stares.

Tim stares.

The pizza's warmth, and grease, coats Tim's glove.

"Red Robin!"