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Yep, another Danny/Tim with a few more complications thrown their way

Chapter 1

Danny sighed and stretched, tossing his pen down. He glanced out his window to see the sun beginning to set, the house quiet. He missed Jazz, way more than he'd ever thought when he was younger. But she'd always been more his caretaker than their parents. It sucked but was true. While they got lost in research, she made sure he had three meals day and clean clothes. Sometimes it felt overbearing but she was his big sister. Things had changed when she'd found out about Phantom, her protectiveness increasing at home where so many dangers lurked. At least the Ecto-contaminated food wasn't an issue anymore, it was actually helpful and he did wonder how badly contaminated their parents were since they'd never had issues eating it.

He glanced down at the homework sheet and grimaced. Why the heck did they need to do a family tree? It seemed more something younger students would do, seriously, what seventeen-year-old cared about their family history that much. And…maybe that wasn't fair. But it just brought up things he'd rather not think about. Despite the protocols he'd put in place, remembering that time was just too painful. He took a deep breath and picked his pen up again, it didn't matter, not like anyone knew. His name was Fenton and that was all the school was aware of, they didn't know he'd had a different name once. And it wasn't like he could list his Dad; he didn't actually know his name or anything. Giving his mother's would risk alerting them that he was alive and well after so many years, not something he could risk. So, he would shove the past where it belonged and fill out the tree for the Fenton's and Haywood's, not that he knew much about them outside Aunt Alicia. Still…he couldn't help bringing out a carefully hidden, old, photo, staring at the child and woman it showed, back before things had gotten really bad.

Of course, that was when his ghost sense would kick in. Great. At least the attacks weren't as frequent as they used to be but they were still a pain since it meant fighting multiple enemies. He needed to get into the lab and 'fix' the ghost detectors again so he could fight in peace.

By the time he got home the place was utterly silent, the lab dark, so he slipped downstairs and dumped Skulker through into the Zone, exhausted. Seriously, who needed that many missiles and nets? He then went back to his bedroom and dug out his battered first aid kid, carefully, gritting his teeth as he cleaned his injuries to keep quiet.

He managed to get four generations done for the tree before practically passing out, alarm set.

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Danny blinked as the laptop Technus had altered for him began to beep, grabbing it to bring up the programs. Well…that was…he honestly didn't know what to think or do. If he did anything…he would risk everything. He grimaced and went to work, digging deeper, feeling a bit sick but then the man had always felt creepy to him as a kid, possessive and obsessive.

He couldn't leave it, he had to go. He grabbed a duffle bag and began packing, reaching into the wall for something he'd hidden there as soon as he'd worked his powers out since it was far safer there than any other hiding place. The sheath was still as black as ever, the blade within untouched except to hide it since he'd fled. It was all he had of his old life, something he should have gotten rid of years ago but hadn't been able to bring himself to do it. He would take it, not to use but as proof of his identity if needed at any point. He'd have to avoid transforming while gone, couldn't afford for anyone to recognise Phantom away from Amity Park. He changed into dark clothing, the most non-descript things he had since even if his old uniform still fit, he'd never wear it. Plus, he was trying to avoid them recognising him if they saw him, which they likely would if he was going after their target. He then ditched everything that could be traceable and went invisible, taking off. He couldn't fly all the way there but he could use his powers to sneak around, especially to avoid needing a passport.

It was insane, he didn't know the guy at all but…anyone the old man was that obsessed with…no one deserved that. Especially a fellow vigilante, even if Phantom probably didn't really count as one. He didn't bother keeping up with the vigilantes and heroes of the world, what was the point? None of them had ever answered their calls for help back then, now they'd just get in the way. So why was he risking everything for one of them? Maybe he was crazy.

He settled into the empty seat in economy, bag held close, his first airplane trip! He'd come to America via boat and the Fenton's used the GAV for travel. He could fly higher and probably faster but it was still an experience, even if no one knew he was there. He just had to stay awake the whole flight, if he didn't then his invisibility would fail and he risked being caught.

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Tim slipped tiredly into his hotel room, pushing his cowl off, glad to be done with his little break and enter gig, exhausted. He froze just in the door, eyes scanning the darkness, hand going to one of his new discs, he was still working on his aim when throwing but he wasn't sure he had time to reach for his collapsed bō. A shadow moved near the window and the lamp on the table there turned on.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you but figured it was safer to not advertise someone was here," the voice was male and young, a teenager? They pushed down the hood of their jacket to reveal messy black hair and bright blue eyes, the lower half of their face covered by thin black material, hiding his features.

"Who are you?" Tim asked warily.

"Call me Danny, and I'm here to warn you."

"Warn me?" he tensed.

The other teen remained seated; hands flat on the table. He looked around Tim's age, though without seeing half his face it was harder to judge. He wasn't overly tall or muscular but even seated, there was something in his posture that told Tim he didn't really want to get into a fight.

"You're being hunted," Danny answered seriously. "Have you heard of the League of Assassins?"

Tim swore, that was not good. But why were they interested in him…no, Ra's was interested in Bruce and Tim hadn't been quiet in his assertation that Batman was still alive.

"You have then. Good, so you know the kind of threat they are."

"I do…but how do you?" A normal teenager had no reason to know about them.

"Because I used to be one of them," was the answer, blue eyes dark with memories…and pain.

"You don't just leave the League," Tim argued.

"Pretty sure they think I'm dead, I was only seven when I ran. Managed to get to America by stowing away on a cargo ship. For my own safety, I keep an eye on them as best I can. The name Tim Drake and Robin popped up, Ra's himself wants you."

"I'm not Robin, not anymore," he snapped tightly.

"Sorry, not really in touch with the whole vigilante thing." He held his hands up, and Tim took a breath.

"Sorry," he apologised. The guy came to warn him and there Tim was lashing out, if he was telling the truth anyway.

"So, if you're not Robin anymore…" Danny indicated the new suite.

He wasn't used to it yet, and the fit wasn't exact, it needed work that Alfred usually did but he hadn't had time before leaving Gotham. "Red Robin," he answered, and Danny nodded. "Why did you leave the League?"

"I don't like killing, which is a problem for them, overheard something I wasn't meant to and bolted."

Tim frowned and then his eyes widened. "They were going to kill you."

Danny nodded. "Reluctant killers have no place in the League."

"Why warn me? Doesn't that put you at risk of them realising you're alive?" He asked warily, why would anyone risk that for a stranger? He wouldn't put it passed Ra's to put something like this together if he really was after him.

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Danny had to admit, this Tim Drake was very nice to look at and that outfit didn't hide much. Though he got the feeling the costume, uniform or whatever they called it, wasn't made to fit him, it could do with some refitting. He'd love to get a look, see what materials were used to make it. Being bullet proof or at least resistant without going intangible would be nice and save energy, not that his enemies used actual bullets but there were times normal guns ended up going off around him. Like when he stopped that gas station robbery.

And he didn't blame him for his suspicion either, not when dealing with the League. He had only been a child but he'd seen enough to know he'd never trust a member, not even his own family.

"Yeah, it does," he admitted. He doubted they had anything that could actually permanently harm or hold him, but it was better to ere on the side of caution when Ra's al Ghul was involved. "I don't know why they're after you or what they want with you when they find you, but it's nothing good. I couldn't just sit back and let them find you."

"So, you don't know my mission?"

Danny shook his head, shifting on the chair to lean back a bit. Tim watched him and then moved further into the room to sit on the edge of the bed.

"How much do you know about the bats?" he asked.

"Just what I see in the paper, I live in a small city in the mid-west." He was not giving enough detail to let Tim find Amity Park or the Fenton's. He had no idea what they thought of the Anti-Ecto Acts or if the bats backed them, let alone the Justice League. Since they'd never helped even when asked…he could assume a few things. Which meant no using his powers where Tim could see, at least nothing that couldn't be passed off as a meta ability. "I know Batman was killed fighting Darkseid."

"I don't think he's dead, I think he was thrown into the time stream."

Danny stared at him, glad the mask was hiding most of his face, no matter how annoying it was. He'd had it made in case he ever had to fight as Danny Fenton and now it was coming in handy. "Do you have evidence?"

"Yes, but it's tied to his real identity. I found a portrait of an ancestor who is identical and when I researched him, there were a lot of red flags. He doesn't fit into the family genealogy and the portrait was a late addition. I was at the British museum tonight and I found this," he pulled out a camera, tossing it rather than getting closer.

Danny caught it and looked at the picture of an ancient artifact…shaped like a bat. "A bat shaped symbol?"

"A batarang, long before Batman existed."

"Huh, yeah, that is suspicious. He's never officially travelled back then with the Justice League or anything?" Danny asked, to be sure.

"No, he hasn't."

"Okay, so Batman's alive." His Father was alive, if his assumption on what the League and Mother had meant by saying he was the son of the Bat. He had never gone looking because what was he meant to do, wave the man down and ask if he knew his Mother? "What's next? More evidence or will this be enough to convince whoever you need to?"

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Dick sighed and leant back in the chair, staring up at the monitors. Tim was gone, he'd left the States entirely as far as Babs could tell but she hadn't been able to work out where he'd gone. He was out there somewhere, alone, no backup, and in denial…possibly worse. So many deaths so close together would put a mental strain on anyone. The idea that Tim had snapped was not one he liked at all, Tim was always so analytical, logical, but lately his temper had been high. He'd hit Damian after all, had accused him of trying to kill him. Maybe…maybe he should have made time earlier to tell Tim about Robin, so that seeing Damian in the suit wouldn't be such a shock but Tim was seventeen, he should have handled it better.

Damian…it wasn't easy. He'd kept him from going back to the League but getting him to understand what Robin was meant to be, what it meant, was not easy. The kid was way too quick to use violence. At least he was mostly not going for lethal hits right off. He didn't really need the pressure at the moment but what else could he do?

It was bad enough that people were suspicious about Batman not being the real Batman, he needed to have a Robin at his side. Damian knew weapons but he'd refused to use a bō, to pass himself off as Tim's Robin for now. Not to mention, a bō was less deadly than a sword. That was probably why Tim had chosen it, to increase his reach without looking too dangerous.

Tim was the smallest Robin, even Dick had been bigger so he'd never been able to match their brute strength. Damian was younger and stronger, though for the moment he was shorter. Tim just didn't have the build to rely on brute strength. But he more than made up for it with his brain and skills. He'd picked up a lot of fighting styles since becoming Robin, building on the basic lessons he'd taken for self-defence as a civilian. If Tim had snapped…he had the potential to be deadly, he just prayed if he had snapped, he would hold to the no kill rule. He never wanted to have to face another little brother who'd switched sides. It was bad enough with Jason and at least he'd come back to them to a point…till Bruce had died. He'd shot Damian and beaten Tim before stabbing him in the chest with a batarang. If Tim hadn't been wearing a batsuit…he would have died. Now Jason was nowhere to be found either, but they were pretty sure he was still in America.

Cass was gone, she'd taken off after the funeral, but he knew she would be okay. Their family had fallen apart just like when Jason had been killed and he didn't know how to fix it or if he could. Could he really blame Tim for being in denial?

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Tim stared at the ceiling, kicking himself for being an idiot. And now he couldn't sleep because Danny was bedded down on the floor across the room. He should have accepted his warning and sent him on his way. So why had he told him to stay, why accept his help to find more proof? Danny already knew his identity, it wouldn't take much to work out the others, it was after all how Tim had done it. And he basically knew nothing about Danny except he was ex-League…hopefully. Otherwise, he had an assassin sleeping in his hotel room.

He'd be playing tourist for the next day or two, as much as he hated wasting time, but Danny had pointed out something he knew but had been ignoring…travelling immediately after a crime was too risky. He'd also need to continually change id's to keep from being tracked. He'd just been so desperate…and that could have gotten him in serious trouble.

He was rushing, not thinking, and he knew it. So, Danny had helped him even if the warning was a trap. And by keeping him close, he had a chance to learn more. Goof thing he was used to getting very little sleep.

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Danny followed Tim around London, watching his back, looking for any sign of the League. For now, it seemed it was surveillance from a distance, probably hacked cameras and the like. But eventually, a team would be sent. The question was, for what? To kill or capture Tim?

Danny was having to keep a very low profile; he hadn't realised how haunted the city would be and the last thing he needed was to get in a fight with one of the locals who might not know or care who he was. He knew Tim was trying to spot him, assuming he was tailing him, but Danny was very good at going unnoticed, one skill he'd perfected long before he gained his ghost half. It had been the only skill he'd ever received praise for as a child.

It was kind of nice, getting to see somewhere new even if he wasn't getting to be a tourist.

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Tim knew Danny was following him but he couldn't spot him. His break in had made the news but it seemed he'd left the authorities puzzled since nothing was taken. He couldn't feel any suspicious eyes on him and he'd been in full cowl even if he had missed a camera and been spotted. And he hadn't travelled under his own name, was wearing coloured contact lenses, his hair styled differently. It wouldn't fool facial rec software but it was good enough to fool the person on the street.

He'd lived through the night, so if Danny was still with the League, then he wasn't there to kill him. But could he trust him? The fact he was following him and Tim couldn't spot him proved that he still had skills. He supposed it made sense that he'd keep in practice, there would always be the chance of the League finding Danny, no matter how well he hid. So, if he was found, he'd want to have a fighting chance. Could he trust Danny to watch his back or would he end up with a knife in it?

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She stared at her screens, running comms even as she continued to search. She was worried about Tim but she thought Dick had handled it all so wrong. She'd looked at the Cave footage and promptly read him the riot act for not warning Tim before letting Damian into the uniform. He should have talked about it with Tim first, discussed his options, he could have even offered to give him Nightwing! But no, Dick was allowed to cling to Nightwing even as he took the one stable thing Tim had left.

She knew about Tim's grief driven attempt to get Kon back in some way and was grateful that he had stopped. What would have happened if he'd succeeded? Even if the cloning process had worked, would he have been able to age the child to Conner's age or would he have been left holding a baby? If Luthor had found out, he'd likely have come for him for another chance at a weapon against Superman.

Tim was very good, he knew how to avoid surveillance, to switch identities, use disguises. He knew all her tricks too which made it easier for him and a lot harder for her. Especially since she couldn't work on tracking him all the time, she had other responsibilities as Oracle. They might not find him until he wanted them to…or until it was too late.

He better come home alive; she didn't want another grave to visit. Not everyone got a miraculous revival after all.

TBC…