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If Bruce Wayne was truly honest with himself, he would admit he had a small flare for the dramatic. Well, maybe it was a bit more than a flare. Alfred had once half jokingly called it an obsession. Bruce feared he had passed this particular trait on to his young ward, which, when combined with Richard's natural theatricality, obtained from years in the circus, could lead to some very catastrophic and, admittedly, hilarious situations. This was one of those times.

Bruce had, of course, overheard Dick's comment to Danny, and knew that although the content of the message would be otherwise encouraging, Dick had good-naturedly meant it to intimidate the older boy. It had worked. Bruce also knew that everything Dick had said and done since first seeing Danny in the Batcave was part of one large theatrical buildup to the "big revelation" as Clark had called it. Dick was not going easy on the kid either. Normally, Dick would be climbing all over Bruce, demanding that he be told the details of the mission and complaining about not being allowed to accompany him. Instead, his protégé was simply following Bruce through the cave towards the changing rooms in silence.

The tension soon became tangible, even to Bruce, as the group's footsteps echoed off the cave walls. He briefly considered stopping, and putting the poor kid at ease by offering a little comfort. This thought was quickly shooed away because, first of all, he was still in character at the moment, and -unless under life or death circumstances- The Batman did not comfort. Second, Dick would never let Bruce hear the end of it if he ruined his fun now. They were seemingly childish reasons, he knew, but Bruce did say he was a bit over-dramatic.

Bruce quickly came upon the changing rooms, allowing his mouth to twitch upward when he heard Dick say, "Stay here, you really don't want to get lost in here." Both heroes entered the rooms quickly changing into their civilian clothing, knowing full well that Danny was probably waiting for an eternity for the duo to return.

They returned to find Danny nervously shifting from foot to foot exactly where they had left him. Upon seeing Batman and Robin in regular clothing, with unmasked faces, Danny seemed to freeze. The boy's mouth slacked open in a comical "o" causing Dick to smirk. It was obvious Danny recognized him- Bruce would have been shocked if he didn't- and the disbelief was obvious in his eyes.

"Bruce, I think we broke him." Robin laughed, lightly tapping the frozen boy on the shoulder. At these words Danny broke free from his shock and began to stumble for words.

"I believe I said we should take this upstairs." Bruce said lightheartedly directing the children to the stairway and into the manor. A flare for the dramatic: there was truly never a more useful trait.

Danny was petrified. Were all Billionaires secret heroes/villains? Finding out Vlad was an evil half-ghost hybrid was nowhere near as shocking as finding out that The Batman was The Bruce Wayne. Bruce Wayne; as in the owner of Wayne Industries; as in the man who his dad would never shut up about; as in the billionaire playboy disappeared for seven years before coming back to claim his business. And now, Danny was sitting across from the Bruce Wayne, who happened to be one of the most respected heroes in the world, mentally asking himself how he could have possibly gotten himself into this situation. Way to go Fenton.

"Well Danny," Bruce Wayne started the conversation. "I'm glad to see you're feeling better. You really should eat though, I imagine you're hungry." Danny could only nod; his voice having failed to return since Batman became Bruce Wayne. "Dick can you go tell Alfred to bring out some food. Four plates please. I think we'll eat dinner a bit early tonight."

"Yes, sir." The boy beside Danny replied before leaving the room. This left Danny alone with the Batman. The Batman who was Bruce Wayne.

"Danny, do you know where you are?" Bruce Wayne asked calmly.

"Gotham?" Danny couldn't really answer anything more specific than that. Batman and Bruce Wayne did live in Gotham, or so he'd been told.

Bruce Wayne just smiled kindly as if he'd been expecting this answer. "Yes, you are in Gotham. Wayne manor to be more precise. You have been living here for two weeks."

Two weeks!? That couldn't be right. Danny was Amity Park just a few days ago...right?

"You were in some sort of mental stupor. It was quite severe. There was nothing anyone could do to 'wake you up,' so to speak. That is one reason why you are here, Gotham has better resources to take care of you than Amity Park. Still your condition was strange. Do you know why it was so extreme?" The last question sounded more like an interrogation and it was not a question Danny was prepared to answer.

At that moment, the door burst open loudly and the other boy, Robin, entered balancing three large trays of food, one on each arm and one on his head. he was followed by an elderly man who was also holding a tray. The man seemed rather annoyed with the boy's balancing act, especially when he almost dropped one as he set another down. Danny was rather grateful for the interruption. This was twice now that the boy-whose name he really needed to remember- had saved him from answering uncomfortable questions.

Both people, after serving the food, joined Danny and Bruce Wayne. Everyone began to eat. Danny, still uncomfortable and unsure what to do tentatively followed suit. The food was delicious, and although he couldn't name half of the food on the plate, Danny quickly devoured the dish, not realizing how hungry he had been.

"Master Bruce," The old man addressed the billionaire, politely wiping his mouth with a napkin, "Are you aware that there is a helmet embedded in the upstairs hallway floor?"

Danny flinched.

"Yes I am, Alfred." Bruce Wayne replied. "The rest of the armor seems to be stuck in the basement ceiling."

"Do you know how it could possibly have gotten there." The old man...Al-something...stared pointedly at the other boy.

*Clang* Danny's glass fell through his grasp...litteraly. "I-I'm so sorry." Danny stuttered. "I'll clean it up."

"No need." The old man sighed.

"Danny?" Bruce asked. the 'is there something you wish to tell us' was implied.

Danny was completely unsure of what to do. He just sat there in anxious silence hoping the situation would just blow over.

"Danny it's OK. We know, and we aren't going to rat you out. Promise." The other boy said with a supportive grin that was less than comforting. They Knew? They knew what? Oh man, Danny really hoped they didn't know that.

"Know what?" Danny tried, and failed to keep his nervousness from showing.

"Well Danny, that would be the other reason I took you in." Bruce Wayne stated matter-of-factly. "We know what you are going through. We know what you've been doing these past few years. We know your secret."

Despite the cryptic language, Danny understood exactly what the man was talking about. The thought scared him. After all He'd done to protect his secret, these people made it sound as if it was the most obvious fact known to man. He wanted nothing but to disappear, rewind time, anything to escape this situation. With all the panic rushing through his body, and all the thoughts running through his mind; the only thing Danny could say was: "How?"

"Your facial and body structures are identical, Your voice and speech patterns just slightly less so..." Bruce Wayne began.

"...And your names?" The other boy interrupted. "Danny Phantom, Danny Fenton... I'm surprised no one figured it out earlier."

"We do want to help you Danny," Bruce Wayne reclaimed the conversation. "But we're going to need you to tell us about you first."

Danny contemplated this for a moment. All his hard kept secrets, and they wanted to know everything. every fiber of his body screamed for Danny to run, to deny it all, but if you couldn't trust Batman, then who could you trust? Besides, there was no escaping now. So, after a long, deep breath, Danny began. He started from the beginning, carefully detailing the lab accident, the ghost fights, everything from the past to the present.

"...and then my...trance...these past few weeks. Well, that was um, because I lost... Poindexter warned me about it once, after we got over the whole bully episode. All ghosts have an obsession, and when a ghost fails to complete their obsession, they start to fade away. It's happening to Skulker because he can't catch me, and It happened to me when I lost..." Danny trailed off unwilling to finish the sentence. He turned to the other boy with a grateful smile. "If it weren't for you I would have faded away completely. I heard your voice in my head, and well basically gave me a new reason to live. It's sappy I know, but It's true."

The other boy was shocked, clearly at a loss for words.

"Well, I do believe it's bedtime. For all three of you." The old man interrupted. "I'm sure we can finish this conversation in the morning. Master Dick, if you would show Master Danny to his room please."

The boy...Dick... nodded and gestured for Danny to follow, quietly mumbling about bedtimes and 7:00. Danny thought he heard Bruce Wayne do the same. Danny followed Dick through the maze of the mansion, hoping he could remember the way back tomorrow. Eventually, Dick stopped in a hallway that looked suspiciously like all the others they had passed.

"This is your room right here, mine is the next door over if you need anything. Danny, We all know what you're going through. Bruce and I have been there ourselves. If you ever need to talk about it, we're all here for you."

Danny again nodded and entered his room. It was the same room he woke up in he realized. The container of applesauce was tipped over pouring out onto the nightstand. He quickly cleaned it up. In the dresser he found a pair of pajama's. In the attached bathroom he found all the necessary toiletries. Slowly, as he went through the room, the realization sank in that this was his room now. Fenton Works was gone. Amity Park was basically gone. His family was gone. As he lay down in the bed, and looked up at the bare ceiling that was void of the stars and constellations that had decorated his ceiling at home; for the first time since his family died, Danny cried.