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Assistant: Title: Grave Promises
        Author: Blueseabird2 Blueseabird2 
        Chapter: 5/11 
        Summary: Danny Fenton had nowhere to go and no one he could turn to without putting them in danger. Except, perhaps, the hero who'd cared for, respected, and trained Danny for all too short a time.D@ck Grayson had never told anyone he'd once been trapped in the Ghost Zone. He'd also never forgotten the promise he'd made sure to get from Danny Phantom.Jason didn’t know what was going on but he was really very p@ss@d that there was another kid with a y-shaped scar on their chest and eyes that feel like frozen reflections of home. Thankfully, there were suddenly several new targets for his rage and D@ck seemed rather more inclined to join Jason than stop him.
        Contents: Chapter 5: Allies
    

    

        
          
          
            D@ck implements a key part of his strategy and meets Jazz. Danny goes to Titans Tower with Red Robin and possibly loses his temper.
          
        

      
        
          It's time to bring Jazz into this! I'm very excited. Please enjoy some emotions and also some time with Tim and a dash of Damian.
      
  

  
  
    
    D@ck found his target easily. That wasn’t due to his own skill, but rather the fact that Jazz wasn’t hiding. She was sitting dead center in the largest academic library on her campus in what felt like a very subtle f@ck you to multiple different forces in her life, all of them terrible to her little brother. She wasn’t actually being watched now, which the set of her shoulders told D@ck she was perfectly aware of, but that likely wasn’t always the case. D@ck had found signs of at least one prolonged stakeout near her apartment. Physically checking inside the apartment seemed like a terrible idea on several counts, considering the relationship he was hoping to start on a semi-positive foot. He’d still bet there were at least a couple surveillance devices and that Jazz was aware of most of them. Her spine held the cold iron of someone who knew her world was balanced on a knife-edge and was prepared to dance along the blade. She was continuing forward because it was the best she could do at the moment, not because she had no plans for things to get better. No matter what it took. Maybe that was why D@ck was so nervous. He kept moving forward because he didn’t want to stop and linger and make her feel like she was bing watched. It’s just, this was important. This was crucially important in a way that D@ck wasn’t exactly used to. Jazz was to Danny what D@ck almost was for most of his siblings. What D@ck was conscious enough to realize he absolutely was to Damian. Jazz was Danny’s sister and closest confidant and his parent, in ways that neither of them would admit aloud but knew to the depths of their bones. This meeting going well mattered to D@ck. It mattered because he wanted the very best for Danny. It also mattered on a purely selfish level that started with a joke about commiserating with another big sibling but went much farther than that in truth. Sure, D@ck had friends who had younger siblings and friends who were parents and many of them were capes and all of them were amazing. He also had five younger siblings who were hell-bent on throwing themselves into danger (three of whom had died), a father that was doing so much better (but hadn’t always), and a smattering of maternal figures that had never stayed (leaving behind shoes that D@ck had never meant to fill but couldn’t imagine ever giving up).So yes, he wanted to commiserate. He also wanted someone to understand. Hopefully, Jazz wouldn’t mind the selfishness, not if he could understand her as well. D@ck slid into the hard plastic chair next to her, instead of across. She looked up, red hair held into a tight bun by a turquoise scrunchie, eyebrow judgemental and prepared. There was no doubt in D@ck’s mind that she would lambast him if he was here to disturb her studying or eviscerate him if he was here for anything ghost related. Except, perhaps, if he was here to support her and Danny. “Hello, my name is D@ck Grayson. I’m a friend of your brother.” Her attention went from full to absolute. D@ck almost hesitated under the force of frozen-sky eyes. Instead, he put his driver’s licence and phone, open to a picture Alfred had taken of Danny asleep on D@ck’s shoulder, next to her text book.“That entire album is full of photos that should prove my identity, though feel free to move to the text conversations; you’re more than welcome to read my last conversations with Danny. I could actually use backup to convince him that healthy food is needed by all bodies, no matter the state.”D@ck knew that Danny had told Jazz something about his current situation and staying in Gotham. D@ck just also also knew that the two of them were paranoid and being actively hunted. Considering that D@ck was pretty sure Danny had tied paper to a glowing green dog’s neck and told the canine to go find Jazz, D@ck wasn’t putting a lot of faith in the level of detail Danny had conveyed. “I want to help,” D@ck continued as Jazz flipped through the phone. “I’m here to help. And I have a jammer running that should work on governmental eavesdroppers without crashing all the school computers and cased the place before sitting down so were clear for the next fifteen minutes or so.”That was a simplification but D@ck wanted his fifteen minutes to make his case, not explain Bat-technology. He started pulling folders out of his backpack, pins and broken zipper included for the college look. The Waynes weren’t exactly as famous outside of Gotham, but Richie Grayson was known for his suit or colourful outfits. Put him in a regular t-shirt, hat, jeans, add a slouch with a touch of exhausted all-nighter, and D@ck was quite sure he wouldn’t be recognized. “I also have a copy of every proposed Ecto-Act annotated with all the ways it’s stupid and unconstitutional; a highlighted list of Human Rights violations; a cross-sectioned list of relevant Meta Acts and Rights; and two books on known ancient ghost alliances and treaties. Please don’t ask where I got those. I’d tell you, but I’ll get in trouble for it.”He put a laptop on top of the books, though he didn’t open it yet. “I also have incomplete profiles on several key ghost-hunting individuals and a number of the GIW members as well as a man on the inside of the GIW. I mean, I don’t have them here,” D@ck waved at the library and Jazz tracked his hand. “But in general, I have someone on the inside feeding me information. They’re very trustworthy. Not that I think you should trust me yet, just, I wanted you to know since I’m trying to be as honest and open as possible.“I’d also really like your help on the profiles, not necessarily because of the psychology aspect, though I absolutely wouldn’t turn that down, but because first hand information can be very useful and I haven’t been pushing Danny about the various ghost-hunting individuals for hopefully obvious reasons and I would really like an opinion on if that’s the right course of action.”D@ck looked bak into his bag but didn’t pull out the last file he had, even though that one was entirely coded and kept on a very encrypted USB that would corrupt itself the moment someone other than D@ck tried to use it.“Ah. I also have an updated medical file.” And that had been a terror to get Danny to agree to, even if it was only D@ck, Alfred, and Jason in the cave at the time. “It’s not fully comprehensive, because Danny is currently mostly okay and I didn’t want to push him into a panic attack and also consent is really f@ck@ng important. He agreed to me showing you, but the way. Well, in the teenager brush off kind of way when I asked him about showing you his medical information. But teenage heroes are a pain in the ass when it comes to medical and Spooks is no exception, as I’m sure know, so I’m counting it.”Jazz’s fingers clenched around her pen even as her other hand flipped through the printed files. Some of the comments were typed before he’d printed them but D@ck, Tim, and even Bruce had scrawled all over them in pen afterwards as well. Her fingers stilled, and D@ck leaned forward slightly to see what caught her attention. Oops. He’d forgotten to mention that last set of documents. “Right. That’s an offer for a very comprehensive Wayne scholarship to Gotham University. And transfer papers effective immediately for your schooling. It’s not a bribe or a mandate or anything. You can absolutely say no. And it’s not even favouritism, really. The psychology department at Gotham U is very robust, due to the fact that psychologists and therapists have a tendency to go either insane or have a very large and more than slightly traumatized client pool. “Your grades and extracurriculars, not to mention proposed thesis, more than qualify you.” D@ck ran his hand through his hair before replacing the hat and re-reading the headings on the document instead of meeting Jazz’s eyes. “I considered not including this part yet, since I know that’s a lot of personal information I just revealed I have access to but, well, I figured that bridge was burnt the moment I sat down and again, I’m really trying to be honest. Also, I would have wanted the option. If it was my siblings. If Spook- if I could. So. Transfer papers.”Jazz stood. She didn’t jolt; her movements were calm and collected as she started putting away her textbook. D@ck’s stomach sank and he wondered if he could call Danny. Tim was supposed to be hanging out with Danny today, which meant the two of the could be drinking coffee while hiding from Alfred, flying around Gotham, neck deep in trying to adapt Ecto-shields for the Batcave, or dead asleep in the rafters somewhere. D@ck had wanted Jazz to be a happy surprise, but he needed her on his side more than he needed the surprise.“Follow me,” Jazz said low and soft. D@ck was following before he even fully registered that she’d tucked all the files into her own bag with slightly shaking hands. All he had to grab was the laptop, his ID, and the phone and he was sliding into step with her as she walked out of the library and down through the nearby buildings with unwavering steps. He made sure to seem like they were just two college friends walking through campus, stressed enough not to be talking because Jazz wasn’t saying a single word and D@ck was respecting that, but regular enough not to raise any flags. He followed her to the psychology building, into a corridor of offices, and past a receptionist that actually drew some words from Jazz. She smiled and complained about being chased out of the library by noisy freshman and asked for a study room to finish a group project. D@ck added his own charming smile.The room they were granted was deep in the building. Even better, the architecture was old, dated, and largely concrete. With the technology D@ck had on him there was very little chance of them being overheard.   She hugged him as soon as the door closed. She moved slowly enough that D@ck would have had time to dodge or say no but D@ck liked hugs. He might even need one almost as much as Jazz did.“Thank you,” she said into his shoulder.“You’re welcome.”“No, I mean yes. Thank you for this, for everything, for keeping Danny safe when we had nowhere for him to go. He’s been sending a lot of letters through Cujo and most have even made it to me. But also, thank you.”D@ck felt her hands tighten in the back of his shirt and said nothing.“I knew when he met you, you know. I thought you were dead. A hero unable to let go of saving people even in death. And I was so grateful. We tried, his friends and I. We stole gear from the Fentons and backed him up whenever we could but it wasn’t enough. I knew that. I saw that from the start.”“You did what you could,” D@ck murmured into her hair. “It wasn’t enough. The training you gave him was so obvious. The fighting skills were the start. Mo-Maddie knew martial arts. She taught us as kids and I started to learn again so I could teach Danny. So he wouldn’t have to learn from her. It was such a difference when he started learning from you.”D@ck tightened his hold. He couldn’t imagine what it had been like to learn moves from the person she was terrified would hurt her brother, to smile and let herself be hurt again and again in the hope she could help him just a little. (That was a lie. He could imagine. He could understand.)“He didn’t talk about you, not in detail. He didn’t talk about a lot of things in the Zone and I tried to respect that. But the signs were everywhere and that was even before he asked me to help him with his mental health. His mental health. Because his hero mentor had emphasized it’s importance. The man who called him ‘Spooks.’ You have no idea the relief I felt the first time he called you his partner, even if he tried to say it was just for Time Police stuff.”“I’m sorry I didn’t realize sooner. That he was alive. That-”“What does that matter?” Jazz demanded, stepping back for the first time and revealing the tears running down her face. “What does that matter when you treated him just the d@mn same as if he was? You couldn’t have saved him, alive, dead, or in between, but you gave him the tools to save himself.”D@ck reached out and tucked her back under his chin. She was so slight, taller than Danny but still a strength of woven steel wire rather than a solid stone wall. Wiping her tears felt too intimate, a step too far when he’d just met her even if Danny’s stories made it seem as if she’d always been there with them, cracking advice and demanding self-care. So he simply let her hide her damp face and slump her shoulders under the weight of his arm.“Thank you,” D@ck told her because he only had these truths left in him. “Thank you for helping him stay alive long enough for me to meet him, to love him. It must have been so hard, but you both did unbelievably well. I promise you’re not alone anymore. Neither of you.”They stayed like that for long, interminable minutes. She cried, the silent kind of tears that you got used to crying when you couldn’t risk anyone finding you, not the person hurting you or the person you were trying to protect. He placed his head against her fiery hair, for once not bothering to pretend he wasn’t crying a few tears right with her. He wasn’t about to lie to Jazz.When they stepped back, Jazz offered him tissues which he accepted with a surprising lack of awkwardness. Then they pulled out all the files and the laptop and spent three hours going over options and history. Jazz pulled her own highly encrypted laptop out of her bag with a damp smirk and a comment about him not being the only one who knew someone good with computers. Her profiles on both ghosts and hunters were going to make Bruce drool. They also spent an hour getting her new apartment set up in Gotham after D@ck went over the various neighbourhoods and trade offs, since Jazz signed the transfer paperwork first f@ck@ng thing. D@ck was fading a little around midnight, not that he’d ever tell anyone back home about that. It had been a long d@mn month though, and he really hadn’t napped enough to make up for a couple nights without sleep. Jazz sat next to him on the floor, back against the wall and file loose in her hand as they blearily blinked at the opposite wall they’d taped all sorts of documents onto and refused to admit that they were done for the night.  “My baby brother died,” Jazz said, a whisper that trailed through the quiet. D@ck let out a breath that felt like it had been frozen in his lungs. “Mine too.”"I wasn’t there.”D@ck pressed his shoulder into hers, even though he had to slouch slightly to do it. “I was in space.” He said it like a confession, like a secret. Which it was; he never said the words out loud, not when they could be taken as an excuse rather than a scream.Her hand reached out, tentative because trust was hard but strong because she’d made her choice. “Do you ever feel like you’ve made it up to him?”D@ck closed her hand in his, twining their fingers together, and then closed his eyes as well to stop the green glow that was suddenly all he could see. “Never.” *** “It’ll just take a second.”“It’s fine,” Danny told Tim. He wasn’t even lying. Sure he’d been enjoying their afternoon messing around with Ecto-technology in the Batcave, but they’d run out of coffee (Alfred had cut them off) and had already napped in the rafters. So, really, they needed to head out anyways to refuel. Stopping at Titans Tower first wasn’t that big of a deal. “It’s not my case, but Wondergirl asked me to decode this information and I totally forgot. I could send it, but they really need the hardcopy. It will take me twenty minutes, tops.”Danny shrugged. “It’s fine, dude.”“No, it’s not. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize the Tower would make you uncomfortable.”Danny turned to look at Red Robin, who’d stopped in the middle of the hallway that Danny had been trailing him down. “I’m fine?”Time scowled. “No, you’re not.” He then looked down to where Danny’s tail was flicking back and forth as he floated. Danny didn’t even remember switching to the tail instead of his legs as he flew after D@ck’s brother. “D@mnit. Nightwing told you that.” His legs popped back into being as he sat crosslegged in the air.“He didn’t need to. We’re all pretty good at reading people. Just wait until Black Bat gets back. She’s terrifyingly good.”Danny sighed, but he’d already resigned himself to losing most of his secrets just from D@ck’s earnestly kind face and Jason’s fiercely honest eyes alone. “Look,” Danny said, running a hand through his hair in a motion he had possibly copied from D@ck. “It’s not that I’m uncomfortable, exactly. I really respect the Titans and all the work Nightwing and you have done with them. Trust me, I paid really close attention to the other teen superheroes running around even if I had my own reasons for not contacting them.”Reasons that included Vlad, Clockwork, the Observants, the GIW, and several other factors that somehow didn’t seem as important now. Not that most of the non-magical Titans could have really helped or that Danny knew how to come out with the “Ghosts are Real but not Evil, Help Me” talk effectively even now. “But that’s not why you’re wary.”Damn observant Bats. “You’re just like your brother, you know that?”Tim smiled, a little tentatively and Danny realized he did not in fact know that. Danny sighed and landed on the floor. He ran his hand through his hair again. “Look,” he repeated, then stopped. “Right, so remember when I joked about not being able to punch Batman in the face and Nightwing mentioned we knew each other when they weren’t on as good terms? That’s true for the Titans, too. He’d had, f@ck, he wouldn’t want to call it a falling out. I don’t know, a kerfuffle? He was on his own when he fell into the portal and met me and I was very conscious of the fact that I was f@ck@ng dead and seemed more sure of my own support network than he was of his, despite the kind words and fantastic stories he told me of his friends.”Tim started at him, mask not blocking the intensity of his gaze in the slightest. “You’re holding a grudge,” Tim said softly.“Nothing that intense. Nightwing’s told me that it’s been resolved and I trust him. I’m just not about to forget.”Tim hummed and Danny wasn’t sure if he’d explained it well enough. D@ck had told him that it had been resolved. D@ck had sat with Danny on top of a skyscraper, wind and dawning stars the only witnesses, and told him about long conversations held with Starfire about Mirage’s various assaults and rape and consent. About the tears and forgiveness that came with the re-opened wounds. He’d talked about the friends that hadn’t been there, hadn’t known, had missed him while D@ck was trapped in the Zone and had helped him re-orient himself to the world of the living.It was enough, because D@ck felt it enough, but Danny wouldn’t forget. “You need to understand, Red Robin, that Nightwing was all I had. Ghosts are possessive in the first place, my obsession is protection, and Nightwing was the only other hero I’d ever met. I have wonderful friends that I wouldn’t have been able to do without, but Nightwing was the only one to look at me and never judge. To understand. To learn all of my mistakes and still think I was worthy. To tell me that it wasn’t my fault. Returning the favour, telling him it wasn’t his fault was the very least I could do.”Tim gave Danny a long long that Danny couldn’t read. “I think it’s the least of what you’ve done,” Tim said finally, before starting to walk down the hall. “I’ll add you to the chat.”“What?” Danny asked, following.“Signal started it, actually, a month or two after he joined the family. Batgirl and I had run a couple prank campaigns on someone who insulted Wing and Oracle had buried a couple of idiots in both spam and legitimate password troubles but Signal was the one to notice how actually uncomfortable Wing was at the galas and such.” Tim’s mouth twisted as if annoyed that it had taken so long for him to notice. Danny figured the annoyance was fair but also unwarranted. D@ck was very good at hiding his feelings in an effort to protect those he cared about. If Danny hadn’t met him at one of lowest points, if they hadn’t had a very unpleasant run-in with Spectra, if they hadn’t established a two-way policy of honesty during their third foray into time, Danny knew he would probably be just as much in the dark. “It’s part protection and part retribution against and on the people, Capes included, that think they can get away with relying on Nightwing’s golden boy reputation to objectify him or force him into to corners where he can’t respond without bringing something back onto Batman, the Justice League, or the Titans. I mean, he can defend himself, he just…”“Doesn’t,” Danny finished. “Not when it may burn a bridge that he could later use to protect one of you.”“Yeah,” Tim sighed. “You get it.”“And I’m fully prepared to be in this chat. I can’t hack but boy can I prank. Haunting is an art and I’ve had practice.”Tim gave a grin. “Hood said you be interested.”Danny grinned back, showing just the barest hint of fang. “Who else is in it, beside the Bats?”“Not all the Bats. B isn’t, for obvious reasons. Robin isn’t either, not since the third time he tried to outright stab someone. We bring him in as needed and are working on delayed gratification as a concept in general. Troia, the original Wonder Girl, is there as is the original Kid Flash and Raven. A couple others, like Superman and Beast Boy, get included on a case by case basis but those are the main additions. We’ll have to gauge your skill set later for best application.”Danny raised an eyebrow as they approached the door to what was presumable a common room.“Haunting is very useful for revenge but we also consider Care skills. Like, we call Troia for emotional conversations he doesn’t want to burden the kids for or Flash for emergency food runs because he can pretend they’re for him.”“Naps,” Danny said immediately. “The second I even hint I’m tired I’m bundled into a joint nap or a quiet activity that Nightwing supervises very closely.”“Yeah, that’s a good one.”Danny eyed Red Robin. “You can do that too, you know. He’s worried about my sleep habits due to recent trauma. Yours he seems to worry about as a general state of being.”“But then I’d actually have to sleep.”“Nothing wrong with that RR,” said a laid back teen Danny recognized as Superboy. There were several other teen heroes in the common room, but only Superboy had walked away from he previous activity to come greet them. He looked fondly exasperated at Red Robin, who only stared at the man with a deadpan expression. Superboy sighed and Red Robin smirked like he’d won something.“Phantom, this is my friend, Superboy.”“Hey,” Superboy said with a little wave. “I’d love to get a better introduction, but Impulse and Wonder Girl are about to experiment with that evidence you were talking about yesterday.”“Sh@t! They need to stay away from my lab! Superboy, this is Phantom. Hurt him and Nightwing and Hood will make sure you’re never seen again.”“Well that’s extreme,” Superboy muttered as Red Robin ran off and out of the room. Danny stared at Superboy out of the corner of his eye, confident that Superboy was doing the same.  “I like your jacket,” Danny told him.Superboy smiled. “You’re hair is cool.”“Thanks.”They stood in silence for a long moment.“Something up?” Superboy asked.“I heard you were a clone,” Danny said, because apparently he wanted to make things more awkward.Superboy’s shoulders tensed just the slightest bit. “Yeah.”“I miss my clone.”“What.” Superboy turned to dace Danny completely, but Danny had turned to face the large windows instead.“I had a clone. Fruitloop cloned me and one survived and she was my sister and I loved her and I miss her.”Superboy stared for another long moment, not that Danny was watching him this time. “Do you want a hug?”Danny finally turned to look at him. He must have had some funny expression on his face because Superboy shrugged. “I kind of panicked when I realized I was a big brother and went to Nightwing for lessons. Hey, Robin and Baby Superboy are here, too, if you’d rather stick with a Bat for a hug. And I could introduce you to my brother.”“Sure,” Danny said after a long moment. “I’d love to meet your brother.”It was even true, since Jon was one of the few things Damian would happily (grudgingly) talk about. Kon also wasn’t wrong, Danny did kind of prefer hanging around the Bats right now.Furthermore, surprising everyone but D@ck, Danny and Damian got along great. Damian was an assassin and Danny was a ghost and both were very possessive. It had taken less than a full conversation between the two of them to acknowledge this and recognize an ally that would do just about anything to keep D@ck safe and happy. Including getting along. Also, Damian had a Dragon Bat that could fly and Danny had a Ghost Dog that could transform into a hulking behemoth. Danny was very excited to be added to the chat, but he would be bringing Damian in much sooner on things. Their alliance was first and based on monstrously cool pets. And Danny wasn’t entirely opposed to justified stabbing; he was excellent at hiding evidence. Danny was therefore rather happy to float along after Superboy, heading over to where Robin and Baby Superboy were talking in the corner. They’d made it halfway there when Danny heard it. The words didn’t exactly register. Something about tight material and an ass. Something about beauty. Something about s@x.  Something about Nightwing. “Excuse me?” Danny asked. Or hissed. Or whatever it was called when static crept into his voice and he started sounding like a horror movie.The B-list hero that had been speaking to a couple of uncomfortable looking newbies glanced over at him, confirming that Danny had no idea who she was and that she must also be new to the roster.“Pardon?” she replied, one eyebrow raised as she leaned over the couch to stare him up and down. “I don’t believe you were involved in the conversation.”“I’d like to say that I don’t believe you were actively harassing Nightwing in the middle of Titans Tower, but what I just heard says otherwise.”She smirked, lazily, head on her arms across the couch back. “We were just discussing his assets. Kids like you wouldn’t understand.”The lights in the room started flickering. Danny was absently aware that several heroes were pulling themselves out of their tasks and starting to reach for weapons. Robin in particular was looking right at Danny, though he was too far away to have heard the particular words the woman used. The dawning fury on his face told Danny that Baby Superboy was filling him right in. “I understand sexual harassment just f@ck@ng fine.” She flipped her hair, though was starting to look nervous at the lights. And possibly also at the fangs Danny could feel forming in his mouth even as the shadows around his suit and the corners of the room deepened and frosted. “It’s not harassment if we’re in a relationship.”Danny stilled for one very long moment and she grinned as if she’d won. And then gradually paled, because nothing living could go as still as Danny in that moment. The living had to breathe.“First off,” Danny whispered as he gained another few inches in the air, static absent and leaving the clarity of an iced-over midnight in a dead-quiet room. “That is f@ck@ng incorrect on all d@mn levels; harassment is harassment no matter who the f@ck’s involved. Second off, you are not in a relationship with Nightwing. And third, if you ever dare touch him with your filthy, delusional hands, I will fling you to the ends of the Ghost Zone where the only warmth will be from your own bl@@dy tears.”The silence stretched in that odd, sharp angle that was really only possible when the rules of the living were starting to freeze. “Who the f@ck do you think you are?” The woman was standing now, knuckles white and knotted into the blanket thrown across the top of the couch. Her voice was shaking, which robbed a bit of the bite from her words.“A Bat,” said Robin from Danny’s side, as if he’d always been there. His smile was as sharp as Danny’s, for all he had human teeth. Danny looked at him, distantly surprised the younger man could stand so close to Danny in what Sam called his baby-Eldritch mode. Robin sensed the regard and looked back, crossing his arms.“Is there a problem here?” asked Starfire, the only other person to move directly towards them, gentle but firm in her approach.Danny glowered. Robin said, “Tt.” Starfire went to reply but got interrupted by Impulse and the rumpled Red Robin brought along for the ride. “No murder in the common room! Remember delayed gratification!” Red Robin shouted, hitting he ground in front of them. All eyes turned to Red Robin who stopped for one long moment to study Danny and Robin before quirking an eyebrow. Red Robin then raised his phone and took one head-on photo. “Nice,” Red Robin said after looking at the photo. He showed it to Danny and Robin, and Danny had to admit it was a fantastic shot. Danny was still more shadow than substance, but he was also clearly curled around Robin with a possessive twist of his tail and too-long arms draped around the boys shoulder. Danny’s eyes were glowing green which were casting deeper shadows around the sharp planes of Robin’s face and highlighted the dark confidence as the boy leaned into Phantom’s presence. Red Robin’s phone had already been enhanced with various Ecto-technologies, but the occasional glitch and corrupted data point still made their way into the photo, sending dimensions into scattered angles that balanced the whole photo on the edge of a moment that could shatter into furious, skipping motion at the faintest touch.Danny’s phone beeped and he was suddenly sure that the photo was sent to the entire group chat. Red Robin shrugged. “Wing is going to be so proud of the two of you working together. And Hood will think it f@ck@ng hilarious.”Robin scowled, but took another step back, knocking his shoulder into Danny deliberately and used a patented Bat-expression made of dramatic eyebrows to ask if Danny was good, was in control. Which yes, he was, though he was still p@ss@d then f@ck off. Robin waited until Danny met his gaze and then flicked his eyes to Red Robin and huffed.Danny studied Red’s stance in front of them for a moment and the tight grip he had on his phone, before huffing on his own, releasing his energy and drawing the tangible terror back into himself. His feet hit the ground with a soundless tap but he stayed partially draped over Robin’s back. D@ck’s littlest brother was grounding. Red Robin tossed a USB over to Starfire, who caught it with the ease of a woman who’d entered the superhero world with a Bat at her side. “Witless wonder here,” Red began, gesturing to the pale but gaining bluster woman by the couch, “was making multiple comments about her fellow heroes that easily fall under the category of sexual harassment, particularly regarding Nightwing. You will find the security footage of today’s event on the devices, as well as two other incidents I found during a quick sweep of the Tower’s feed. “It’s young stages yet so I, personally, recommend a direct transfer to one of the other Titan bases and a rehash of the sexual harassment policy, heroes’ standards, and support networks we offer. I’m happy to send along Nightwing’s most recent “Heroics, Consent, and How to Act with Decency in Both Everyday Life and Complicated Situations” powerpoint, if needed.”“It is not,” Starfire responded, her hair a shade more molten than when she first entered the room. “I was Nightwing’s parter for this re-structuring of the Consent Powerpoint. I have many copies.”“Good, good.” Red Robin turned to the woman who’d started this mess, the one Danny still didn’t actually know the name of and didn’t really care. She wasn’t saying anything, but that was possibly because she was newly bracketed by two glowering Superboys and a bristling Red Arrow. “As for Phantom,” Red Robin told the woman but also the whole entire room and every single Titan because teen heroes gossiped like no other, “Demon brat finally summoned his own demon. What else were we to do but accept him as our own?”He shrugged. Everyone stared. Danny hid his laugh in Robin’s back which was the only reason he knew that the kid also found this funny, since his expression remained stoic with just a hint of sardonic glee. Red Robin turned this back on the Titans and walked the last few steps to stand with Danny and Robin.“Phantom is a Bat. Nightwing and Hood are burning a governmental organization to the ground for him. Batman is retrofitting half the cave with Ecto-technology. Agent A is baking special snacks. Signal is f@ck@ng ecstatic that there’s someone else with powers around. Phantom’s ours.”Red Robin turned around after he grabbed Danny’s wrist, gently, so it didn’t feel like a shackle. “You can come for him.”Suddenly, Danny wasn’t sure if this was about the woman coming for revenge at Danny for humiliation, or for targeting Nightwing in the first place, or about the entire GIW and anyone who might come after Danny as a ghost. Danny wasn’t sure he cared.He turned all three of them invisible and intangible, adjusting his hold on both D@ck’s brother and starting to sink them through the floor and towards the Zeta tube like Red Robin had indicated he should with subtle hand gestures that the various Bats had started teaching Danny almost immediately after he arrived. “But I wouldn’t recommend it,” Red Robin’s voice rang out just before they sunk all the way through. Danny returned them to full tangibility visibility in that hall with Zeta tube. He looked at both boys who were communicating with eyebrow motions that Danny didn’t yet know before Red Robin huffed and went back to his phone, texting something out.Robin just looked smug.“Can you do the Terror Twin thing again?” Asked Red Robin.“Tt. Of course.”“It-it didn’t bother you?” Danny asked, running a gloved hand through his hair. “You’re not, I don’t know, unreasonably cold or anything?”“No.” “Oh.” “Stop that face immediately.” Robin reached out to grab Danny’s arm and drag him back to the floor, forcing Danny to regain his legs out of habit before he could start the anxious twitching. “People don’t normally like being that close to be when I’m not actively containing the…spooky.” His friends were used to, and also highly contaminated by, ectoplasm. Which probably accounted for D@ck’s ease as well, though the man was also just weird and had proclaimed Danny cute the first time he’d see Danny going Eldritch, though several degrees worse and not as controlled. It had been after that incident he’d started calling Danny ‘Spooks,’ apparently to make sure Danny knew D@ck wasn’t afraid of him.“I am not ‘people,’” was all Robin said. Red Robin shrugged. “He’s also been revived by Lazarus water. I, on the other hand, felt the cold, but it wasn’t exactly threatening. He looked at Danny. “I walked in on D@ck and Jason transferring you like a clingy hot potato as they made midnight hot chocolate and cookies while the three of you discussed which of the Gotham Rogues could be mistaken as ghosts. You’re hardly going to hurt any of us.”Danny blinked. “So. Terror Twins. Hood has a baby drug gang starting that he thinks can be scared off the path and into proper supports. He and Spoiler are waiting for us in a warehouse across from their base.”Danny looked from the grinning Red Robin with is held up phone and to the smirking Robin with a knife spinning around his fingers. They weren’t going to talk about earlier. Not any more than they had. It was done and dealt with and they were on Danny’s side. They knew what Danny was, what Phantom was. Perhaps not all of it, not everything and every dark cranny, but they knew. And were on his side anyways.Danny really should have known that D@ck’s family was as crazy as he was. (Danny couldn’t have possibly known that D@ck’s family would be willing to be Danny’s family as well.)“Sure,” Danny said. “Sounds fun.”It sounded the opposite of lonely.'
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