A/N:

Well that was an unintended break brought to you by Physics: The Scourge of All Except the Completely Mad or Genius...or Both! Seriously...I hate physics...But the bad thing is I'm kind of good at it! And for you, the one person in that class who I know reads this fic and is doing so right now instead of studying, I better see you in SI tomorrow!

Mini-rant over. Here's the chapter and sorry for the wait!

Disclaimer: I own a box of Fruitloops but unfortunately not the big Fruitloop or any of his associates. And I want a bat...but I can't have The Bat or his Robins or their friends...sigh.

Chapter 10

Danny was having fun, admittedly, for the first time in a long time. He didn't feel guilty about laughing or joking around. He didn't feel like anyone meant to harm him verbally or physically. He didn't feel like he had to walk on eggshells around anybody. Hanging out with Dick was therapeutic and the most fun he had had since, unfortunately, his sophomore year. Dick was funny in a sarcastic and devil-may-care kind of way. His butchering of the English language actually made sense. And when Dick was talking with—and not to—Danny, all of the teen's care floated away. It was great, really, except for one thing.

"Your hand's been twitching over your pocket for over an hour," Danny commented as the two were lying down on the top of the hill overlooking Amity Park's largest park. "Go ahead and check in with him."

Dick peered over at Danny, unaware that he had been caught and surprised that Danny had noticed such a long time ago, and nodded an okay. He pulled out his modified Wayne Tech phone, garnering an appraising but not surprised eyebrow raise from Danny, and winced at the time. It was already 5 and he had promised Bruce that he would call as soon as school let out. Dick didn't know what it was but when he was with Danny, he felt safe, protected almost. It was the same feeling he got when he warmed up to Bruce and found out that his guardian was a protector. Dick had no idea where this feeling of serenity originated but he liked it. It was a nice break from his responsibilities, self-imposed or no. He actually felt like a normal teen today and he wasn't about to let that go to waste.

The phone rang a few times before a gruff, "Bruce," answered. Dick knew that his guardian hadn't bothered to check the caller i.d. but also realized there was a necessity for no tomfoolery.

"It's me," he answered back unceremoniously as he eyed Danny at the side, sitting up in favor of keeping his clothes semi clean from the slightly damp grass they laid on.

"...Dick," Bruce answered. "What's happened?" He always starts off like that, like Dick had gotten into some trouble. It used to irk him when he first started out as Robin but then he realized that, before him, no one really called Bruce except for Alfred unless they had urgent news where they needed either Mr. Wayne or the Batman. And, even when Bruce got used to a child calling him, under his gruff exterior, the man worried about Dick as if he were his own child. It was confusing and a bit annoying but nevertheless heart-warming even with their recent tensions with Dick being in Jump City and Bruce staying in Gotham.

"Nothing much but a normal school day," Dick answered, assuaging Bruce but trying to move along. "Walked around. Talked with people. Learned stuff. The usual." The perfunctory answers were for the benefit of Dick and for Danny to not understand what they were discussing.

Unfortunately, Danny seemed to pick up on the mood and got up, pointing to the side and mouthed that he was going to get something to drink and asked if Dick wanted some. The younger boy just waved him off and watched him go as he heard Bruce say something on the other line.

"What was that?"

"I said, your friends are trying to intercept the call," Bruce replied. "Tell Cyborg he needs to work on his hacking..." The call abruptly changed as Bruce let the Titans control the signal and Dick yanked the phone away from his head as his exuberant friends yelled on the phone while Raven uttered some quiet greeting. He laughed at them, happy to hear them again and at their attempts to jack his cell phone strictly used for hero business.

Down the hill, Danny heard some of the laughter from Dick and a few words that didn't set off any alarms. He figured Bruce had handed the phone to someone else as he talked to "Cy", "BB", "Rae", and "Star". The odd names didn't bother Danny much, even though he was able to hear them almost whispered from more than twenty feet away. He sauntered down the path, knowing that Dick wouldn't mind the time he took and that the Gothamite really wanted to talk to his friends. He spotted a vending machine near some less than sanitary bathrooms and decided to actually get him something to drink rather than feign polite thirst.

He mulled over his choices a bit before deciding to go with his usual, Sprite, and got the drink from the machine. If he focused, he could hear each individual gear whirring in the machine, small fauna running through the park, some children and adults playing around on the playground and open areas, and Dick laughing about something that someone who sounded like a female on the phone said about mustard, of all things. He even heard the person walking up from behind him, probably on search for some liquid refreshment as well, and moved out of the way, expecting them to go about their day. But it seemed he, by the heft of the footfall, had other thoughts in mind.

"Daniel," the man's voice called out, "what a surprise!"

Danny choked a bit on his drink. "Yeah, a surprise." Turning to confirm what he had heard, Danny saw Vlad or at least he thought he saw Vlad. The man who spoke to him was dressed in a simple button down white shirt with his sleeves rolled slightly to his elbows, black slacks that looked expensive but not extremely formal, and black loafers instead of dress shoes. His hair was pulled back as usual; so nothing was different there. But the man looked different and, for lack of a better way to say it, Danny thought he felt different too. The Vlad look-a-like wasn't leering down hungrily at Danny or glaring disdainfully but he was smiling warmly and congenially with his hands at his sides. He looked like the well-to-do, nonthreatening Godfather and wholesome mayor he claimed to be.

Vlad continued, ignoring Danny's comment, "I was just out for a late afternoon stroll when I saw you coming down the hill. I...I wanted to ask you if you were alright."

Throwing Danny for another loop from a drastic appearance change to questioning about his well-being, Danny felt the need to bite back sarcastically but only answered, "How I'm doing? I'm fine." This automatic response known well to both men made Vlad's smile decrease a bit as his brow lowered into—Is he concerned about me?

"Now, Daniel," Vlad sighed, "there's no need to shut down on me. I was only wondering what happened after I left last night." The man stopped to observe Danny as the other did the same with less wariness than usual. "Truth can be painful to hear...and your parents," he laughed, not unkindly, "never did much like to be wrong." His eyes gained a far-off look as if remembering his long ago college days back when he was actual friends with Maddie and Jack Fenton but he quickly regained his composure and looked in Danny's eyes. "And Jack always had quite the explosive temper...Maddie was not much better."

At this being said, as if a secret were shared between the two, Danny's eyes turned downcast, remembering what happened after Vlad, Bruce, and Dick had left. His hand absent-mindedly came to his face, contemplating his disbelief from then, as he missed the mix of anger and satisfaction on Vlad's face.

"He didn't—?" Vlad asked, question dangling as Danny pulled his hand away from his face and shoved it into his jeans' pocket. Danny shook his head violently and tried to play it off but Vlad was having none of it.

"Daniel," he started cautiously, "I know we've had our differences in the past—." He was interrupted by a short snort from the child. "But, I do sincerely care about your wellbeing. If there is anything I can do, even if it is just listening, I'm here."

Danny knew to take everything Vlad had said with a grain of salt and not at face value. But he had grown so tired and alone that Vlad was starting to sound less like a creepy old man and more like a wise old man...but still old...and odd. He was about to answer the man when he heard his name on the wind, drifting down the hill from where he knew Dick to be. And when his mind remembered Dick, the depressed fog that had surrounded his thoughts had begun to clear. He looked at Vlad again and caught the expectant and satisfied look the man was giving him. It faintly reminded him of a happy cat playing with its food that was still alive and squirming under its playful paws.

"Thanks, Vlad," he answered, watching the man's face brighten. "But I'll have to pass for today." At this, Vlad's face, instead of twisting in ill-conceived anger, grew confused as if he had made all of the right moves but his end result was nowhere near what he expected. "I'm hanging out with a friend." He nudged his head over to Dick who was still talking on the phone but to Bruce this time. Danny decided to tune that conversation out and give him privacy but Vlad...

Vlad cast a glance to the hill and focused his senses on the younger boy who had become an obstacle for the day. But as he listened in, his frustrations were assuaged as he realized the obstacle was nothing more than a speed bump and a little push would be all Daniel needed to get over him.

"Ah, yes," Vlad droned, feigning being put out. "Young Richard. I guess I should leave you two alone." Danny began to cheer up, at both the thought that Dick was a friend and that Vlad, the man who had seemed to change so much and confuse him so thoroughly, was leaving soon. "But," the man pondered before Danny could escape, "I should parley with the boy. I did not get Bruce's number in last night's rush, after all."

Danny cursed his misfortune, seriously contemplating if there were a ghost of luck that he pissed off, and mildly grunted at Vlad who just held out his hand consentingly and followed Danny as they walked up the hill together. Danny noticed, as they made their way, that Vlad's footfalls were as quiet if not more than his own which was weird since he had heard him approach at the vending machines earlier. He knew that if not for his being able to sense other beings and Vlad alerting him of his presence, he would not know the man was there. If anything, this just made Danny more mad which Vlad must have picked up on as he was quiet the entire walk back.

"It was weird, Bruce," they heard, as Danny began to notice others who were not on his bad side, rounding the bend. "Everything that happened today severely contrasts all we know about Daniel Fenton."

The mention of his name made Danny's steps minutely falter as he stopped within normal human hearing range of Dick. Vlad stopped alongside him, watching his impromptu plan unfold. Dick's attention was focused on the mass of the park in front of him, thinking that Danny would give him sufficient time to finish his report. His back was firmly turned to his surprise visitors who were listening in.

"For all the records and statements taken," Dick continued after some minor prompting on the other side, "Daniel Fenton is a slacker, a truant, a loser, and an otherwise completely average, if not below, teenage boy."

Each tick marked off bits of the loose friendship Danny had formed with Dick that day as Di—Richard—continued to talk on the phone.

"But, here's the thing. In the classes I was in with him, he actually gave insightful comments and took avid notes on what he didn't understand. He paid rapt attention to his teachers and answered any questions pointed towards him. He's smart, Bruce, on the same level of his family...maybe even greater. He was just distracted."

Danny felt bad about listening in, even though being weirded out by Richard's accounting of their day. He was about to call out to Richard when he felt a shift at his side. Vlad had moved a bit closer to him while they were listening in and that small distraction allowed Richard to continue to be oblivious about his spectators.

"So he hides," Bruce commented on the other side of the line. "You were careful to make sure he didn't catch on, correct."

It was a mild question that was stated more like an affirmation. Richard replied, "Yeah, so he loosened up a bit and let some things slip. Kid's a bit of an adrenaline junkie. Talked about jumping...and jetpack riding." At this Danny's nose wrinkled in mild anger at being talked about so blatantly. Vlad, however, stopped him from approaching the other teen by placing a firm but gentle hand on his arm. The sudden contact only served to make Danny angrier but at what he didn't know.

"And there was this one incident." At hearing a scoff from his mentor, Richard quickly confirmed, "I didn't do anything. A bully, a regular of Danny's I think, approached us. He was treating Fenton like he always beat him up but Danny wasn't scared in the slightest. He even tried to protect me from the Neanderthal." His smirk could be heard by Vlad and Danny who both grew slightly confused as to what Richard would have done if Dash would have targeted him.

"I specifically told you to get into no fights during this assignment," Bruce reminded his ward, a bit exasperated but proud nonetheless.

"Relax. I didn't lay a hand on the kid; and, even though Danny probably could take him down, he looked like he was just going to let himself get beat up." The silence on the other side of the line was confirmation to Richard that Bruce was thinking along the same lines of him about Daniel Fenton. The kid was nothing like their initial reports and Daniel Fenton hid most of what he did from the public eye. People like that were either on their side or against them; either way they were dangerous to both themselves and everyone around them. "Yeah, and I was 'pulled aside' by some of the popular kids after school. They tried to get me to join their group but I got some info on him from it. Turns out that he does know how to fight and has the potential to be a great leader. A while ago, there was in invasion—"

"A what?" Bruce snarled. He never had to yell because his dense aura and no-nonsense attitude could permeate through an area around him, settling on the shoulders of those near him like a thick liquid.

"I know but it's come and gone. Turns out even the Justice League wasn't needed. Danny took care of it," Richard responded a bit incredulously. "Whatever happened, they weren't lying. But they did tell me that by himself, and a little help from his then friends Tucker Foley and Samantha Manson, he taught an entire high school-worth of teenagers to fight efficiently and use ghost weapons effectively against entities that brainwashed and kidnapped all of the adults in the town. No one was hurt except for the ghosts and Danny who fell off of the floating ship serving as the vessel for the ghosts but was saved later by Phantom."

The account was met by an appraising silence on the other side, the only question asked being, "Phantom?"

"Another alias for Inviso-Bill. His preferred one apparently." Richard sat back on the grass, paying no mind to anything around him and fully focused on reporting back to Bruce.

"All right," his mentor replied. "We need to find more about this Phantom character and his relationship with Daniel..." The two were silent for a while, Richard waiting for Bruce to talk and the latter doing the same.

"Dick," Bruce called.

"Yeah?"

"What about Vlad Masters?"

Richard sighed, running his hand not holding the phone through his spikey and unruly hair. "Every time I brought him up, Danny would shy away. Most everybody just sees Masters as some philanthropist mayor. A couple were a bit uncomfortable about him and one girl, a Valerie Grey, vehemently dislikes him."

Danny felt Vlad's hand, which he had almost forgotten about, tighten at the revelation. He didn't want Vlad to know this so he decided to interfere in the phone conversation but could not pull away from Vlad's grasp even though the man was not using any of his ghostly strength. So all he could do was wait there and hope Richard changed the subject immediately.

"The first time I tried to talk about Vlad to Danny, he called him a Fruitloop who needed to get a life under his breath. I don't think he knew I heard him," Richard added as a side note. "But then he seemed to think about it for a while and his entire attitude changed about the man. Drastically. He had so many switches in thought it was like he had DID. I tried to snap him out of it and he was confused, a little, almost, woozy. I thought something happened but all he did was wave it off and ended with saying that Vlad was 'a special case'."

The grip on Danny's arm lessened and finished with a pat. But Danny's head was wrapped around the incident and was met with a mild dizziness and the same fog that had plagued him for a while. Figuring that he was just coming down with something, he tried to focus on something else like his growing anger at Richard for talking about him and treating him as an "assignment" to complete.

"...Keep it up. And be careful. Make sure that Daniel doesn't suspect you of anything and get closer to him. I was going to pull you out...but now...just keep watching him. We still need that information on Masters. I'll take Phantom."

"On it, Bruce," Richard responded a bit satisfied that Bruce gave him a compliment, even though it was minor, and barely kept it out of his tone. Bruce probably caught on but ignored it, said goodbye to his ward, made him promise to call back as soon as he left Danny for the day, and hung up.

Richard chuckled a bit and flipped the phone in the air, watching as it fell before moving slightly so it would land in his slim pocket. "Ha! Still got it." He turned around to look for Danny at the bottom of the hill but was met with a much closer view of Danny and, surprisingly, Vladimir Masters.

He evaluated the situation closely; they looked like they had stood there for a while but they were far enough away that they might not have heard him and Bruce talk. They definitely could not have heard Bruce on the other side of the phone. Vlad's hand was placed a bit possessively on Danny's arm which made Richard shudder a bit. The man's face held a smug grin, eyes twinkling at Richard who knew at least something minor was wrong. He could probably guess what when he looked at Danny who looked, not red in the face, but mad...very, very mad.

He tried to hide his surprise but was unknowingly caught by the newcomers and grinned at them. "Danny, you're back! And Mr. Masters, it's good seeing you again!"

Danny almost wanted to punch that shit-eating grin off of—Woah, calm down—he wanted an explanation. No, he wanted to talk. No, he wanted to...to...well, he didn't know what he wanted. Number one was to calm down. Number two was...it didn't matter what number two was because Vlad decided to speak on both of their behalves.

"Richard, my boy," Vlad said, almost too pleased with the situation, "it is lovely seeing you here. I was talking to Daniel a little while ago about how I needed to get Bruce's number...you were just speaking with him, weren't you?"

The question, even when not posed to Danny, dug deep into his head, only fueling the anger and growing discomfort he felt about Richard. The kid had used him the entire day. He had spied on him to dig for information about his life. He used him to find out about himself, well, his Phantom self anyway, and to find out about Vlad! It never occurred to Danny to find the glee Vlad was getting from the rising tension odd. It didn't even occur to Danny that it was a little voice in the back of his head that was goading him to explode, telling him all of these things and building his anger. He didn't and couldn't have noticed his eyes slightly turning a dull red which Richard chalked up to be light glinting from the setting sun. He was tired, so tired, of trying to play nice with people who didn't and probably never cared. He was tired of pasting on a smile and lowering himself so others wouldn't think anything was wrong, so they would stay in their sheltered bubble of a life with no risk of outside disturbance. He was tired but he wasn't done.

"Oh," Richard chuckled, "yeah. I was just telling him about—"

"We know what you were telling him about," Danny finally seethed. He was too focused on the little fake in front of him that he didn't notice the pride Vlad tried so hard to hide. He didn't miss, however, the twitching of the false smile on Richard's face.

"Danny...," he tried.

"You were just telling him about me. About your little 'assignment'. About how much of a freak I am. About how much I have to hide. About my relationships with people about whom you don't actually give a damn. About my life, my secrets, and my goddamn business." Like Bruce, Danny's true anger never exploded. His rage, his fettering hate, expressed itself quietly and coldly. It didn't help that his core naturally radiated cold whenever his emotions fluctuated greatly. The area around them had chilled considerably as Danny continued to talk. Even Vlad was a bit unnerved by it as he deemed it worthwhile to step away from the seething teenager.

Richard also felt the cold but brushed it off as a shiver he got from the other's icy hot glare. He knew that if he didn't come up with an excuse quick that all of his work on Danny would be ruined. "It's not like that," he argued, thinly lying. "Bruce is just really overprotective of me and always wants me to make sure I know whom I hang out with and that I'm safe."

Danny blinked at that, seeming to come away from his anger and forcibly relaxed his fists. "Oh," he said as he watched Richard—not Dick, never Dick, the liar, the fake—relax, believing that his story was bought. "It's perfectly rational to do a full background check and basically stalk someone you want to hang out with...It's completely normal for you to go around that person's school and ask everyone but that person about him and what he does or likes or is like...It's absolutely not unusual to report back to your guardian and give him a full detailed report of everything you found out about the 'weird' kid who didn't fit anything you looked up on him before and get information from him about a man he didn't want to talk about!" Danny's breathing grew more erratic as he spoke, anger slipping into confusion and hurt and fatigue.

The saddened look on Richard's face added only more fuel to Danny's fire. What right does he have to look at yo—me like that? With pity? The little rat! Danny should have known to calm down and back away from the situation before he completely lost his cool and his eyes start glowing but his legs were locked in place, the only thing keeping him standing being his own stubborn will telling him that he was not about to break down in front of a complete stranger who was proving to be as manipulative as the Fruitloop.

"Danny—," Dick tried—Richard, not Dick. Dick was nice and fake, a mask, a façade, a phony, phony, Phony, PHONY!—

"Shut up!" Danny commanded, anger warring with weariness. He was too mad to let the other talk anymore but too tired to actually fight with him. "Just stay away from me, Richard." The name he spat out as he looked one more time to the teen who, for all he was worth, actually looked sorry—but not enough, never enough. "I don't care what you do, just leave me out of it."

Danny, still blinded mostly by anger, turned and stalked away, choosing a different path than what the two had walked when they came to the park so that Richard couldn't follow him even if he tried. He shut his ears off from the world and internalized his anger as the voice inside his head grew, encompassing all of his thoughts.

Stupid. Shouldn't have trusted. Idiot. Worthless freak. No one could understand. Thought he was a friend. Never again. Can't trust him or them. Stupid. Why...why did he...?

So wrapped in his own world, Danny didn't hear Vlad stop Richard from following him. The older man still had to keep up appearances but was too happy about what just happened to completely hide the self-satisfied smirk growing on his face. He held out a hand between Danny and Richard's intended path, making the shorter teen look up at him with a focused glare.

"Oh, my boy," Vlad scolded Richard, "if anyone deserves that look right now, it should be you." He barely kept the dark chuckle out of his tone as he saw something flash in Richard's eyes. "Yes, you only befriended the boy to get information from him. If he weren't my charge, I would congratulate you for your craftiness. However," Vlad turned slightly towards Danny's retreating back, still smug, "he is my godson and I would never want any harm to come to him." Richard could hear the threat and the slime in Vlad's tone the entire time he talked. It reminded him of Slade and that was in no way good.

His attention was brought back to Vlad as the billionaire faced him again and said, "You will stay away from him."

Richard scoffed. No matter how powerful Masters was, he couldn't interfere with the interactions of teenagers. And he definitely couldn't keep Richard in any position he didn't want to be in. He was about to respond to the older man when he was interrupted.

"I see you don't understand what I mean," Vlad continued. "You will stay away from him because this is what he needs." The younger was confused but allowed Vlad to speak. "He needs to decide on his own whether or not to forgive you and he can only do that while not under your influence." In every word Vlad spoke, Richard saw a bit of truth, some lies, but enough truth to know that the older man was right. "Daniel is highly opinionated and it takes a while for him to forgive someone who uses him of their own volition...but, he does believe in second chances. Were you to give him the time he needs, he will eventually come to you." The advice from the man came unhindered and was absorbed readily by Richard who was still slightly confused as to why Vlad even cared about him.

"Make no mistake, boy," Vlad glared down, "I couldn't care less about you or your wellbeing. It's Daniel that concerns me." Ah, there it is. "He is like a son to me and, should any harm ever befall him, I would make sure the offended party get their due." The threat was not covert at all this time and made Richard's heart stutter at the pure vehemence in the man's voice. "Now, if I could have Bruce's number..."

The rest of their interaction, while frigid and perfunctory, went fluidly and Richard headed off to the hotel where he and Bruce were staying none the wiser. When he got far enough away, he called Bruce. As soon as the man on the other side of the line picked up, he said, "We have a problem..."

Vlad watched the boy go, slightly surprised that his impromptu plan had worked. He had worked hard on his powers but was never quite sure what the effect on a strong-willed individual would be. The boy was probably not as strong as he believed but Vlad played his weaknesses against him thoroughly while actually giving him advice.

But he may have left out one crucial detail. Yes, Daniel did need time on his own to think things through. And, yes, he was prone to giving second chances to some—most, excluding Vlad—people. But seeing as how Daniel would never see Richard again until Vlad decided that time would come, the boy would get no other chance. Vlad wondered slightly whether or not he should up the date on his plan but thought better of it. Everything up until now had been perfectly thought out and planned. One more night of follow-through would not hurt. So, he glanced speculatively in the direction that Danny had walked away which was in the opposite direction of the rest of Amity Park including his home and school and decided that he would go easy on the boy and leave him alone...for now.

A/N:

I tried to have a little of Danny retribution anger but not all of it can happen yet. When Danny snaps, and he will, everyone's gonna get something. And I mean everyone, 'cept maybe Dani...no, she'll get some too.

There is a big difference between talking with someone and talking to someone. My parents taught me that from the get-go and that has stuck with me ever since. DID is dissociative identity disorder, previously known as MPD (multiple personality disorder). And lastly, Sprite! It was either this or Dr. Pepper that should be the chosen soda/pop/carbonated drink of the Halfa(s).

People who have followed and favorited the story and or or me...ILOVEYOU *ahem* I mean thank you for your time and faith and my abilities. I hope you enjoy the story and its direction...I love you.

Responses to Reviews:

Piplup1212: Thank you so very much. I hope this tiny boom didn't upset the smoothness of the story. It's extremely fun and relieving to share your ideas with people who like the same things you do. I really like your stories! I'm looking forward to you writing more!

UltimateTouken: Why would a pillow be full of cookies? Do we sleep on it? Eat from it? Both simultaneously? Welcome to the crew! And Danny will take his anger out on those who deserve it eventually, just not now. If revenge is a dish best served cold, then the dish Danny will give them will be like Hell frozen over.

TheBoss3254: Thank you! And I've been thinking about doing a one-shot of Fenton home life that would probably end up a four-shot from their perspectives. I'll do it eventually.

Echo the Slowpoke: Oh, definitely, you little psycho. And Teen Titans Dick was a dick to a lot of people. And Danny definitely didn't like it but the kid's still a good guy so he can't just beat he snot out of him just yet...later maybe...but not now. Hehehehehe...fried Fentoads XD

east231: No happiness for Danny yet. The cartoon was too jolly most of the time. He needs conflict and mild angst. Night's going to make human s'mores of course with the help of Echo and a few others.

Good Witch of Babble: The really did cut you off! Night and I were wondering about that! Hope isn't always good though. It can be paralyzing which is exactly why Danny stays as long as he does. No friendship for Danny!...Yet. But eventually, in Jump, there will be. In fact, the entire second half of the story we basically forget Amity Park since it's obvious they hate Danny and everyone from the TT-verse gets to have Danny. Thanks for your constant support and I hope you liked this chapter. If it were possible to give you a gold star...I would. Your reviews are ridiculously long and I love that! And you're always putting in ideas that make me seriously contemplate whether I should change some details in the story and make them go another way. I think I may use them later for others less concrete because they are really good! Why don't you write?! This makes no sense!

Mystic Myra 8: Thanks! Oh, and thank you for letting me know about the length. I always think they're too short because I can't convey everything I want to you guys but then I remember that their are later chapters! I hope this one was satisfactory!

Ninuhuju: Yeah, that little tidbit is pretty crucial. But I hope everything works out for you and her! And Paulina should always be shallow or a super secret genius who is the sole reason all of Amity Park doesn't now Fenton is Phantom...that needs to be a story...

Guest of honor: Later, but maybe yeah. Danny deserves it. Pretty much sums it up. Sorry for the wait though!

Guest: Oops, my bad for making you wait!

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Synaps: Bruce needed to be in there for a while; his appearance will be weeded out eventually but I thought that for Dick's cover to be good, Bruce was necessary break in the 3 and 1/2 wall. And when Young Justice came out, I thought that was Dick before TT, and then TT happened, and then the second YJ group happened. It kind of shows his growth except for the weird thing with Aqualad and Garfield/BB...I try. And they will show up! Thanks, I so don't think this is original at all. Maybe because I've thought about it for so long it's sounding like other fics I've read. Oh and he mini-snapped, but it's okay because he'll snap more. So. Much. More.

bluesonicblast:...o-okay. Yep...Things happened. You're all caught up now and I hope you like it!

Thanks again for everyone who's reading this or following or favoriting because without you this would still be a daydream in my head distracting me from my thesis and work! Yeah! Thanksgiving's this week so I'll be able to write more since school closes on Tuesday! Have a good one if you celebrate it and if you don't visit America, find a friend, and make them feed you...unless you are allergic to good food you will not regret it. I plan to be in a food coma so enjoy and...

Night: And Happy Thanksgiving to All! Whether you celebrate it or not you get out of school so YAY! SUGAR COOKIES AND OATMEAL RAISIN CHOCOLATE CHUNK FOR EVERYONE!

Love, JennaUtena. Deuces!