Hey guys. For those who are reading Young Justice (seriously gotta find a better name...), this is a Daddy-Bats moment with lovely Danny Phantom. For those who aren't reading Young Justice, same thing. Daddy-Bats moment with Danny. The only reason I wrote this was because I needed to vent. Badly. The past few days I've been feeling some serious anxiety that I explained through Danny. Bruce is just... Well, he's kinda what I want to hear. I've tried talking about my anxiety to multiple people and they all tell me "live in the present" but it just doesn't work the way I need it to. I finally shot my pastor an email, I was so desperate. I wait impatiently for him to email me back. So... This helped me vent while I wait.

Disclaimer: Don't own Young Justice or Danny Phantom or the image. Just the plot. Butch Hartman owns everything else.

Alfred knocked on Bruce's office door. When Bruce turned to him, the butler had a worried expression on his face.

"What is it, Alfred?" Bruce asked worriedly.

"I was doing my routine rounds when I was passing Master Danny's room. I heard him whimpering inside. It's still early for him to be asleep. I don't think he's having a nightmare." Alfred informed.

This troubled the billionaire to no end. "Are you sure, Alfred?"

"Positive, Sir."

Bruce got up. "I'll go check on him."

Alfred nodded. "Very well, Sir."

The billionaire traveled down the halls and came up to his adopted son's room.

Danny was whimpering inside. He was also mumbling 'Shhh... Stop thinking about it... It's ok...' to himself over and over. Bruce heard the sheets move, probably Danny sitting up. But a moment later, he was lying down again. He seemed very conflicted with himself and what he should be doing.

Bruce slowly opened the door. Danny looked at him startled.

"B-Bruce, what are you doing here?" The teen asked worriedly.

"Danny, is there something you'd like to talk about?" Bruce asked, as he ventured into the room and sitting on the bed. Danny crawled over to sit next to him, playing with the hem of his night shirt.

The teen shrugged. "It's nothing..."

"Really Danny? It doesn't seem like nothing. I heard you outside your door. What's the matter?" Bruce asked.

Danny shrugged. "It's just..."

Bruce waited patiently, knowing it was not a good idea to pressure or pry.

"I don't wanna grow up." Danny finally said. Before Bruce could say anything, Danny was rambling. "And I know it will happen and is happening but I'm a sophomore now and that means I only have two years left until everyone expects me to go to college and be an adult and two years seems so far but so close. And I'm scared I won't be ready to be an adult and so many things could go wrong! And I don't know how so many adults made it! To me, it seems they have it easy and I just don't get it!"

Danny burst into sobs and Bruce pulled him into his lap.

"Hey, it's ok. It's ok." Bruce whispered.

Danny shook his head. "It's not ok... It's not ok..."

Bruce realized that this anxiety started some time ago and had been building until he finally broke under it.

"Alright Danny, I'm not going to sugar coat it. Growing up sucks. And I know that probably doesn't help at all. I also know telling you to live in the present isn't going to help either. So I'm going to tell you that I had the same feelings when my parents died." Bruce whispered.

"But you were eight... Why were you worrying then?" Danny asked.

"I could ask you the same thing Danny." Bruce whispered.

Danny remained quiet.

"I'm not saying your fear is irrational. I really do get it because I've been there. I'm just gonna tell you a little secret; you're going to be ready. You aren't gonna fail. You will stumble but that's ok." Bruce whispered into his ward's hair.

"How do you know?" Danny asked, not having the strength to look up at his mentor.

Bruce hummed. "I know because I did it. You may worry now but, in the end, you're somehow always ready."

The older male rocked his adopted son. Danny didn't say anything as he gripped Bruce's arm. The Dark Knight leaned against the headboard and ran his fingers through his wards hair.

Eventually, they were both asleep in a peaceful black.

If you liked it, that's awesome, I guess. Hopefully, you will make me smile. If you hated it... Don't send me a review. I just poured my guts out into this. Don't make me feel worse.

And if Bruce seems OOC, here's a little fun fact: Cuddling literally kills depression, relieves anxiety, and strengthens the immune system. Hugs ease pain, reduce stress, cure depression, induce sleep, and rejuvenate the heart. Both have no side effects. Batman would know this.