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Assistant: Title: Dead Royalty
        Author: Loamoc Loamoc 
        Chapter: 3/4 
        Summary: At 17, Danny Fenton is in serious trouble. The GIW is cracking down in Amity Park with a sudden increase in government funding, and they are updating the Anti-Ecto acts with a section about the ecto-contaminated. In order to stay safe an un-vivisected and/or experimented on, Danny, Sam, and Tucker decide that they need to move, and fast.With her grades being so high, Jazz easily got a scholarship at none other than Gotham University. The perfect place for case studies into troubled minds.Of course, Gotham is an old, cursed city, and not without a few ghosts, and heroes, of its own.And things only get more complicated.
        Contents: Chapter 3
    

    


      
        
          
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    Tim was tired. He usually was but he never let that stop him, despite the others, and especially Alfred's, chiding. But for now, that was nowhere to be seen as the family was rather quiet. Bruce took what data he could from the corpses of the Joker and his betrayers before leaving the scene. Tim was still pouring over it all, though Babs was helping too, pouring over what information they had over the few cameras in the alley, she admittedly couldn't do much with what little she got. He also had a feeling she was looking for a good camera to watch Joker's final moments, even if she'd never admit it to herself.D@ck was waiting for the autopsy reports to be done so he could sneak a picture of them for Tim. Though most likely they'd be not all that helpful. Looking down at the piece of purple cloth, the little piece of Joker's pinstripe suit with a single green, glowing speck in the middle of it. Bruce had taken it while inspecting the clowns body. Looking over pictures taken of the corpse, he saw that Joker had these little specks of glowing green. At first, he though that it was some tainted version of Venom, which would explain the bizarre strength of the goons and why they would suddenly turn on their boss, but the pictures of the scene showed that they didn't have those specks on them either. Of the glowing green liquids he knew though, there was only one other possible option. Problem was, the Lazarus Waters were magic, so testing would just make the Batcomputer freak out. Despite this, there was something that he did know. This substance was at least different in Lazarus Water in its consistency, it was thicker, more slime-like. He wasn't sure what to draw from that. Tim sighed and leaned back in the chair as he looked at the file he made for this, how empty it was, full of the most basic information. "Tim." Turning, he saw Bruce walking towards him, his cowl down as it was almost morning. "Hey B. You find anything else?" Tim asked, almost desperately as he wanted at least something substantial. "I talked to Jason." Tim stopped himself from being surprised, any subject surrounding Jason was tense, he remembered several times D@ck and Bruce were yelling at each other over just that. "Oh. How did that go?" Bruce exhaled through his nose, "Poorly. Ultimately, he didn't see much more than I did. However, he did mention the... Substance. Joker was surprised by it, though he never saw how it got onto him. It is Lazarus Water, Jason claimed he could... Feel it." Tim quickly wrote it down into the file, wiping his face with a hand to peel his eyes open, Alfred had given him decaf. "What have you learned?" Bruce stepped forward, eyes on the open file. With a sigh, he started, "Well, based on the evidence we have, I found that the Lazarus Water on him, based on the placement on it on his suit as well as in his hair, dripped onto him from above. I still don't know where it came from, the lack of cameras in the Alley leaves Babs with very little ways to help. However-" Tim pulled up a video taken from a distant Red Hood gang affiliate business, it recorded the gunfight, but it was all very distant while at a low resolution. Zooming in, Tim showed the footage of what appeared to be the Lazarus Water, dripping down from what seemed like thin air, though the footage seemed to have a subtle distortion. They couldn't see it actually landing on the Joker from this angle, but that was irrelevant. "That's about as clear as Babs could get it."Bruce narrowed his eyes at the screen, searching for anything else that could be gleamed from it. He was startled out of his focus when he heard a new voice coming from on his communicator, "Hey Bats, hello? This thing on?" Suppressing a groan, he put on the cowl and touched his temple, "I can here you fine J-. Agent J."Tim, listening in because John was speaking on the line meant for everyone, could hear the man scoff on the other end. He was pretty sure the others were listening in too. "Agent J, really? Ugh, nevermind it. I've learned a few things tonight if you want to hear em." Bruce moved over to the Batcomputer and switched to the file for John's case. Tim looked from Bruce to the computer with captured attention as he read the file. ...Ghosts? John Constantine was here about ghosts? He looked over what details he could find, seeing the names 'Amity Park', and 'Phantom'. Oh, he was so doing an all nighter to research these. "Go ahead." "Right, so, earlier yesterday evening, I was being escorted around Park Row, or uh, Crime Alley as you lot call it," He chuckled, slightly incredulous at the name, "And during my investigation, I made a few discover-" Tim saw Bruce furrow his brows, "You were there yesterday? Were you there during the attack?" "Yeah, I was. I helped out the people where I could but I just figured I'd leave the clown to you lot." "Who escorted you?" Bruce's mood was getting more foul every moment. "Red Hood. We made a deal, I could poke around his part of the city without getting harassed by his men and he'd come with to be a little chaperone." Bruce ground his teeth, hissing the next words out, "If you required an escort, I could ha-" "I'd rather not get involved with your family drama by making you two interact. You gonna let me tell you what I found now?" Bruce clenched his fists hard before taking a deep breath. "Hn." Tim could hear wry smirk in his voice, "Taking that as a yes. Anyway, I found that after the attack, I had stumbled across an open sewer hole, just had a feeling, you know?" Tim heard the sound of Constantine's lighter, "I actually found a whole lotta ice down there, broken up into a million itty bitty pieces." Tim raised an eyebrow and mouthed the word 'Freeze' to Bruce, who didn't respond, "I assume there was something special about it?" "Well for one, the ice didn't melt from any heat source. And two, a certain glowing green liquid was leaking from those shattered pieces, before dissolving and then evaporating anyway." Tim's tired eyes widened, he put up a hand to his own communicator to speak, "Do you mean the Lazarus Waters? Like the one we found on Joker?" "Close, but no. That ain't Lazarus Water, it was ectoplasm." "Like Ghostbusters?" D@ck had joined in the conversation, though the background noise sounded like he was fighting some punks. Bruce quickly typed into the file, 'Ectoplasm similar to Lazarus Waters'. "Like ghosts, lad. A sh@t@-load of weaker ones just frozen and shattered to pieces." "Ghosts aren't real." Babs stated. D@ck laughed for a moment, the sounds of fighting in the background over, "People used to say the same thing about aliens, and yet, somehow, I think a certain girl I know might disagree."Babs scoffed, "OK, well... A planet with other lifeforms in the universe is far more probable than ghosts." John chuckled loudly for a brief moment, before coming down and saying, "Oh, ghosts are very real. Considering I interrogated one last night." Tim cleared his throat, "Brushing over that whole mess of questions, your sure that it was the same?" "I didn't get a close look at the clowns body, but I'm assuming you found a glowing green slime-like substance on him?" "Yes." Bruce answered for him. "Then yeah, I'm sure." Tim briefly took the computer from Bruce, pulling up both files side by side, "You know the connection?" "I think so, most of the ghost's here in Gotham aren't strong enough to do something like this."Tim perked up, "I'm guessing Amity Park does?" "Yep! And, only one powerful ghost from that town is reported to be capable of that little trick. Care'ta take a guess at who?" Bruce looked at the screen, quickly adding to both files, "Phantom." "Exactly." Babs cleared her throat, "Anyone want to elaborate?" "Second that." D@ck added."The protector spirit of Amity Park is known as Phantom," Bruce quickly explained over the comms, "He defended the town from other ghosts who attacked." Tim had quickly retrieved his phone, doing research on it while Bruce had the computer, "How have I never heard about actual ghost attacks?" Constantine sighed, "Some government stooges have the town in a media blackout. What little gets out looks especially fake, because it's supposed too." "Governme-" "We're getting off topic," Bruce interrupted, "I was under the impression that Amity Park was Phantom's territory." "It is, which is why it's real concerning that he's here. If the GIW are bad enough now to make a realms-being strong as him leave his haunt, then they are more of a problem than we initially thought." Bruce turned to Tim before he could ask, "The Ghost Investigation Ward." He turned back to the computer, updating the files while asking a question that had formed in his mind, "Is Phantom responsible for killing the Joker?" "I don't think so, can you describe what exactly happened to him? Like I said, I only caught a glimpse once the police arrived." He recalled the large amount of police keeping people back, everyone wanting to see if Joker was finally dead."His own men turned on him. They brutalized him before I arrived, killing him only when I moved to intervene, then they killed themselves by removing their gas masks... They also said... That I failed them." A long pause happened for a second, before they all heard the snapping of fingers from John's comm, "That's it! That- Wow, that explains a lot really." D@ck cleared his throat, "You gonna fill us in or?" "Right, course. So, um," He paused, looking for the best way to explain it, " That clown has killed a lot of people, yeah? He's someone this whole city hates and fears. So why hasn't he been killed?" "Because people are afrai-" Barbra started. "No! I mean, why haven't his victims killed him? There has been a lot of them, surely a good number of them became ghosts. Even if they were weak, with numbers that wouldn't matter." Babs continued, "Huh... That is a good question, I suppose, if ghosts are real, then it doesn't make much sense doesn't it?""It doesn't, until you think about what the destroyed ghosts in the sewers were." Bruce leaned in, "What were they?" "They were Joker's ghosts!" ..."You lost me." Barbra folded her arms, taking a break trying to get through the media blackout of Amity Park, she'd made some good progress already. "Same." Tim didn't understand. He loudly groaned and from what Tim could tell, actually switch the cigarette in his mouth to his hands to speak clearer, "Ghosts are incredibly emotion based, they feed on it, they are it. So, by that logic, if the Joker has tormented this city for so long and so terribly, the the sheer emotions surround him are that of fear. Not all ghosts used to be people, some are embodiments of certain things or even emotions. They were his shield against retribution made by the people of Gotham. They fed on the terror he made, and with nigh everyone in the city to feed from, they had good reason to protect him." And obvious connection was made all around, though only Tim confirmed it, "So the goons who killed him were..." "Some of his victims, yeah. Possessing the bodies of his goons to finally get revenge. With his unknown ghostly protectors gone, they saw their chance." "And the ectoplasm on Joker?" Tim added, curious how that got there. "Most likely Phantom attacked one of the clowns ghosts, to get them to chase him into the sewers. Hm. He must've been trying to keep this quiet..."And awkward silence hung in the air, Tim guessed that John expected Bruce to chime in now. "...If it means anything, I don't think Phantom did this knowing what would happen. More likely he just wanted to help the victims the ghost's fed on."Tim glanced at Bruce, though he saw him acting stoic, he could see the complex feelings on his face, but couldn't draw a conclusion about how he felt. "...I'm gonna keep looking for Phantom, I have a lot of questions for him," John yawned, "See you around Ba-"Bruce's expression hardened, "We will be getting directly involved." The response was immediate, "What? No no no, you just let me worry about Phan-" "Phantom has directly affected my city, we will investigate Amity Park ourselves, including the GIW. You continue to focus on finding Phantom." John seemed about ready to start up an argument, Tim could hear practically hear him puffing himself up before he gave a long, frustrated, resigned groan, "Uuuuuuugggggh! Fine. I know better than to try and dissuade you once you have your mind set. All I ask is not to go looking for Phantom by yourself, and that you don't physically go to Amity Park, do your fancy computer sh@t@ here." John sighed, rubbing his eyes and looking at the clock in his apartment, "Get some sleep ya? It's four in the morning." The comm was shut off with an audible click, letting silence hang in the air for a long moment. Eventually, Barbra was the first to clear her throat. "So B, you want to explain the GIW?" Bruce sighed and motioned Tim to get out of the chair for the computer, sitting down himself, he began to organize the entirety of the information they had just recieved. "I'll have a full report of everything that Con- Agent J, shared with me for the whole family to be briefed on tomorrow." Some menial arguing later, he finally managed to leave the cave and get Tim to go sleep, it was easier with the coffee switch thanks to Alfred. Barbra and D@ck went offline next, but not him, not after tonight. He wasn't surprised that they blamed him, he didn't blame them for what they did, he didn't blame Phantom for what he unknowingly did either. But this was about the GIW, about the Anti-Ecto Acts. Bruce had already done some research of his own, and while he didn't know the finer deatils of the acts, he had already planned to bring the family into the investigation after learning of them. Learning who was possessing the goons only galvanized him to pursue it with even more intensity.Every death, every person he failed to save. Every time he was too late, every time he had failed to  protect someone. How many of those people were ghosts now? What were they like now?What would the GIW do if they got their hands on them?No. Never again.He failed to protect them once, and he'd sooner tear down the GIW with his bare hands than fail them a second time. He had to protect his city, his people. Be it from the living or the dead.  Danny's face was in his hands.News of the Joker's death spread like wildfire. Though it only really began with the report this afternoon, where police commissioner Gordon officially announced they had confirmed the Jokers death, and that they actually had his body in their custody. That last bit was the linchpin, every other time Joker was said to be dead, the police didn't have the body, he was missing or presumed dead. But if they had it... Then he really was gone.People were celebrating it, finally that evil monster was gone. Everyone wanted details, and when the police didn't give them any, they started making their own rumors. Jazz took a seat next to Danny on the couch, he was hunched forward watching the news covering people in the street celebrating the Clown Prince of Crime's death. Sam and Tucker were near him but decided to let Jazz speak first, she was the expert, after all. It was easy to piece together what happened. Of course those ghosts were why that clown was still alive for so long. Of course that's why they hadn't gotten their revenge. Jazz glanced at him, seeing his blank expression as he watched people celebrate. Regardless of if he meant to do it, and regardless of how much the Joker deserved it, he did play a role in getting someone killed. Someone living.It was hard not to feel like it was his fault. Everything was always his fault back home. He wasn't sure how he felt. "Danny? Are you ok?" "...I don't know."He quickly shook himself, "I-I mean, I know he deserved it for everything he's done but I..." "You feel like you killed him?" She asked while scooting closer to him. "...Yeah." Jazz did a fake scoff, "Well, that's silly." Danny looked at her, "What?" "That's silly." Danny's eyebrows furrowed, a little anger rose in his voice as he spoke, "How is that silly?" Utterly unfazed, Jazz continued, "Because you were just helping the victims, the living ones, I mean. Even if you knew what would happen, would that have changed anything? Would you have just let those ghosts continue to torment people?" Danny raised a hand and opened his mouth for a retort, but he couldn't find one. He had to help, he couldn't have just left it alone.He gave a sad smirk, "You... Have a point."Jazz pulled him into a hug, "I know. Now, stop feeling sad over the ultimate fruitloop. I won't stand for you feeling guilty over him when he got everything he deserved from the people who deserved to do it to him the most." Danny was smiling fully now, "Alright alright. I guess... That it was pretty fitting, considering who wasted him."Sam piped up, "Oh, a hundred percent, dude has committed mass murder like, a dozen times now." Tucker nodded, "My plan for cheering you up was going over a list of crimes he did in detail. Trust us, that guy was actually pure evil."Danny just smirked and motioned for then to join in the hug, which they quickly did. He'd be lying if his core didn't love this. That is, until he realized something."Uhhhh. Guys? What about Batman?" The three of them leaned back out of the hug to look at him quizzicly. Tucker tilted his head, "What do you mean?" "I mean the 'Worlds Greatest Detective'. I just accidentally got the Joker wasted, what if he figures it out?" Jazz scoffed, "Danny, I don't think ghosts are exactly Batman's expertise." Sam made a doubtful expression at that, "Eeeeeeehhh, maybe so but he's with the Justice League, I'm pretty sure some of them know actual magic." Danny looked surprised, "Oh... Well that too, I just meant now we have to hide from someone actually competent." The other three all exchanged worried looks at that realization. Jazz in particular had her lips pursed. "Ah... Sh@t."   Bruce was still at the Batcomputer, though now he was standing up as to stop himself from falling asleep. Distantly, he could hear the footsteps of his approaching children minus one, though that was probably just Cass. "Hey B," he turned to see all of them following behind Steph, jogging to get to him faster, "Whats going on? I overheard someone say 'ghost'? We have a ghost themed rogue now?" Oracle's logo appeared on one of the side screens of the Batcomputer, "Nope. We have actual ghosts now." Seeing Steph speechless, Bruce nodded and added, "Constantine is here." A look of realization came over her before she just nodded at that information, "Sounds about right. Hey Duke, you think your 'ghost vision' can detect real ghosts?" As he walked up with everyone else, Duke just shrugged, "If it can, I've never seen one with it." D@ck smirked, "Your both not having a hard time believing this." Steph shrugged, "When the sad trenchcoat man gets involved, it's easier to throw out everything you thought you knew than trying to deny it until it hits you in the face." Cass nodded sagely before turning to Bruce and signing, "Speaking of: Trenchcoat man report?""Right," Bruce cleared his throat as he pressed a key and brought up a the file." "Two days ago, Constantine came to me and told me of something the JLD noticed." He showed a picture of a city with a sign in view, 'Amity Park, A Nice Place to Live!'"Amity Park, a city that has been subject to ghost attacks, otherwise known as realms-beings, for three years. According to Constantine, the veil is thin there, allowing ghosts to cross over fully and wreak havoc on the city." He showed pictures of the destructive aftermath of the attacks, the city overgrown with dead plants, large holes in concrete, walls and in the ground. "The JLD never stepped in, due to the protector of Amity Park, a protector spirit known as Phantom stopping the attacks." "The JLD did not wish to cause a incident with a realms-being as powerful as Phantom by intruding on his territory. However, this changed recently, the veil reportedly thickened in Amity Park, with most of the realms-beings ceasing to move to and from their realm and ours." He moved on to show pictures of government looking agents wearing white suits. "Immediately after this drop in activity, the GIW, or Ghost Investigation Ward mobilized a large force into Amity Park. Despite their namesake, they are geared towards hunting and experimenting on ghosts." Duke flinched, they sounded all too much like Meta traffickers to him. "Unfortunately, the ghosts are technically not protected under the Meta Protection Act, and even worse, the GIW has its own laws backing them, known as the Anti-Ecto Acts. Giving them gull immunity to treat them however they deem necessary." The majority of the room scowled at that, they knew all too well what that could only mean. "How the hell has this slipped by all of us? Shouldn't the JLD be preventing exactly this?" D@ck spoke up, sounding rather peeved."The GIW originally had a small fraction of the budget they have now when they first began. The activity in Amity Park increased their funding slowly over the course of these years, with a massive increase coming only recently."He cleared his throat, "While the GIW were moving into Amity, JLD caught something moving out the day before Joker died. The same night his death happened, Constantine was nearby and discovered the frozen and shattered remains of a swarm of weaker ghosts within the sewers." Bruce took out a vial that John had delivered to him that evening, and showed everyone the glowing green liquid inside of it. Damian's eyes went wide at the sight, it wasn't hard to understand why. "Thats-!" "Ectoplasm. It is the substance that ghosts are made of. According to Constantine, there are differences between them and the waters, though he has yet to inform me of them." Damian narrowed his eyes, but otherwise said nothing. Glancing at him, Tim could see that he was in deep thought over such strange information. What did the similarity mean?"Only one ghost in Amity Park that was reported to have ice powers and is free, that being Phantom. Constantine speculated how things must be in Amity Park with the GIW for a protector spirit to abandon its territory." Steph grimaced, "Like, bad enough for us to abandon Gotham?" Bruce nodded, "The ghost's Phantom destroyed were a parasitic swarm made from the collective terror and emotions Joker inflicted on the population in Gotham. The swarm protected him from his victims, feeding off the emotions caused by his attacks. When Phantom destroyed them, the victims of the Joker possessed his goons and brutalized him, killing him before I could intervene." Looking at his children, he could see Damian, Duke, Cass and Steph were all looking lost. "Ghosts made of... Emotion?" Duke had a doubtful expression on his face. Bruce quickly explained, "Ghosts, or more accurately, realms-beings, aren't always dead people. Weaker ones can be made from powerful emotions, and the emotions of the number of people afraid of him were enough to create an swarm." "Tt. And the swarm protected their food source." Damian stated. "Tried too," Cass added, barely louder than a whisper. Bruce nodded, "Constantine is currently searching for Phantom, we will be helping him while doing research on Amity Park and what the GIW is doing there." "I'm actually a bit ahead of you B. I broke through the GIW's security last night, and did some basic research on the town. That being said..." The screen her logo was on changed to that of an image. It depicted a seemingly normal two storied house, though just above it was a massive metal dome that was wider than the house itself was, sensors, radar dishes, and even a small radio tower was on top of it. It was the definition of a mass scientists lair. Just underneath the massive structure was two signs saying: 'Fenton Works'. "I found something concerning." D@ck scoffed, "I'm assuming that's a GIW base?" Babs smirked from behind the screen, "You'd be wrong. This is the home of the Amity Parks original ghost hunters, even before the attacks started happening, Jack and Madeline Fenton." "They're quacks, but they are essentially the pioneers of ecto-powered tech. GIW might be better now, but that was only after building themselves up on the Fenton's research." She switched over to a photo of the whole family, showing a giant man wearing an strange, orange hazmat suit with his wife wearing a similar blue one while their two children stood in front of them. "Whoa! Hey Tim, have you ever had a twin? Cause I think I found him." Tim scoffed, "He doesn't look that much like me." Cass tilted her head slightly, before turning to then to sign, "Has longer hair. Slightly shorter.""...What, that's it?" D@ck asked. "Not much." Cass quickly whispered. "Regardless, the Fentons are also responsible for pioneering anti-ghost weaponry, as well as publishing the numerous papers regarding ghosts lack of sentience and claiming they merely mimicked human behavior. The original groundwork for the Anti-Ecto Acts." The family collectively grimaced at that, though Damian broke the cold silence first, "So they are in league with the GIW?" "No, despite using their research, the GIW has multiple times publicly regarded the Fentons as incompetent and has tried to seize their tech. But a connection to them isn't why I'm concerned." Pulling up a camera feed of the Amity Park airport, the Batcomputer screen showed a group of three with luggage boarding a private plane."Daniel Fenton, Tucker Foley, and Sam Manson left Amity before the GIW rolled in. Anyone want to guess where they moved?" Bruce spoke first, "They came here?" "Yep." "Roughly the same time Phantom must have arrived, correct?" Tim asked, eyes focused. "Yep." "Manson... Isn't that one of the millionaire families we invite to our galas?" D@ck's eyes were closed in thought. Damian nodded, "Indeed. I have met the Manson girl, we bonded after she asked me about our vegetarian options at the galas." "Bonded?" Duke said aloud. Steph jumped in, "They spent most of the party brooding in the corner together complaining about how they had to be there." "Dawwww, goth friends." D@ck teased as he leaned towards Damian. "Tt. I am not a goth." Steph sniffled a laugh. "Regardless," Barbra interrupted again, this time with more emphasis, "The timing is very suspicious. The son of ghost hunters, just happening to move with his friends to Gotham to live with his sister, where his parents white whale is." "Elaborate." Bruce's eyes narrowed at those last words. "The Dr's Fenton have gone on record to label Amity's protecter as a menace, and has stated that they want nothing more than to, and I'm quoting here, 'rip him apart molecule by molecule'." D@ck made a skeptical face, "Ok, horrifying, but is he a ghost hunter?" "I believe so. Shortly after the ghost attacks began, his rather impressive grades started to drop, and while I have no record of him actually fighting ghosts in broad daylight, I do have one recorded case where he and his classmates, armed to the teeth with anti-ghost tech, assaulted and actual force of multiple ghosts, with him as the leader, as the adults of the town were indisposed due to some ghost power." Tim crossed his arms, "Its not much, but it is suspicious regardless. Phantom may be in danger. His friends might be there helping him." Damian shrugged, "I doubt that. I cannot speak to Foley, but Manson is a staunch activist, I doubt she would agree with the Dr's Fenton close-minded stance on ghosts and their personhood." "What about the sister?" Duke pointed at the redhead hugging the trio on the sidewalk, taken from a camera across the street. "Jasmine Fenton... Nothing on her really, at least when it comes to ghosts."Duke just stared at the picture, looking for what was bugging him so much, "Are any of them Meta?"Barbra clicked her tongue, "They aren't documented as Meta. Why do you ask?" Duke shrugged and crossed his arms, "I dunno, something just seems... Weird with that image." Tim hummed, "Maybe it's the ecto-energy powered tech he's supposedly carrying?" Duke just shook his head and said, "Maybe..." "Investigating them seems the most important currently. Not only is he an threat to Phantom, but some of their tech could help, especially if we can get whatever they used to track Phantom." Tim mostly just really wanted to get his hands on some ecto-energy powered tech. Bruce turned back to the conputer to make a new file, "Agreed, we'll-." And warning flashed on the screen of the Batcomputer, showing a bank robbery in progress.D@ck sighed, "Sounds like our shifts just started." Bruce turned back to the Batcomputer, "Barbra, do you have the exact location of Jasmine Fenton's apartment?" A few clicking sounds could be heard for a brief moment, "I didn't, but I do now." "Cass, Tim," He turned to look at the two of them, "Stakeout the Fentons tonight, if they leave, get inside their apartment and see if they brought any anti-ghost weaponry with them, if they do, then that will confirm why they are here. Everyone else is on patrol tonight."With a nod, the family broke up to start their little night shift patrolling. With Cass and Tim making their way towards the Upper East Side.
  
  

    
      
        
        
          And thus, it begins.I hope this chapter is good, it's the most heavy chapter with the batfam. How'd I do at writing them?But yeah! Now Danny and co are going to have to deal with the fam.'
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