Invisible, I walk through the halls of the hospital peds floor, looking for the tell-tale purple wraps that people wear in the NICU.

After a lot of wandering, I find it, though not because of the purple. As it turns out, people shed those purple wrapper things before they leave. Who knew?

I turn intangible through the glass and stay that way, knowing full well how dirty I am. There are a lot of parents clustered around different isolettes, but I ignore those and instead walk in front of each of the lone babies without visitors.

And… there he is.

I stop in front of Jack's, who's asleep. I look at his chart, which, to my pleasure, has the name "Jack Doe" written on it. The vitals displayed on the nearby monitor look normal, even if I'm not a doctor. Nothing's beeping, at least.

Satisfied with his well being, I leave the NICU and drop my intangibility.

Even if he is healthy, he's still all alone. I might not be able to take him in myself, but maybe I can stay and make sure he's put somewhere good. Nothing like wherever I was going. Maybe out of the city.

Yeah, even though I've met and even talked to Nightwing, I'll stick around for a little while longer. For Jack. And because is would make me greatly happy to antagonize Nightwing. I antagonized Green Arrow once, and that was fun. He never really saw me, though. I just messed with his arrows.

When I leave the hospital, I disappear into an alley to turn visible before rejoining the crowds. I wander around, at a loss of what to do for the day.

For the morning, I end up spending my time at the library, researching the going-ons of Amity Park. It'd only been five or six months since Danny stabilized me, and I had only been back once: Christmas Day.

He had a new sweatshirt and beanie for me while I gave him a star map I found in a ruins somewhere in the middle east. I forget exactly where. It's a big world.

Since, I see he's been busy protecting the town and the world. A couple world-wide attacks had occurred, but every time I prepare to go help it's handled before I get very far.

The newspaper I'm currently looking at shows Phantom starting to appear in Justice League functions. They teamed up once with a huge American attack mid April. I'd missed it while I was in Russia.

Good for you, cuz. Being a real superhero.

Ha. He'd hurt me if I'd said that.

The past few weeks showed him with Superman, Wonder Woman, the Hawkpeoples and Zatanna. I look at the article of him waving goodbye to Superman, a light smile on his face as he begins to fly away.

He's changed his uniform a little. The white belt now has gadgets on it. There are green undertones to some areas on his suit, making it easier to recognize at first glance. It's now obvious he's a hero. Before, eh. It could've gone either way.

After researching him, I read for a little while about the history of Bludhaven. I usually do research on the places I visit; it makes it easier to blend in and vanquish long forgotten curses (it happens more times than you'd think).

Near two in the afternoon, I decide I'm starving, so I wander back out into the sunlight. Or, as close to sunlight as Bludhaven can get.

I get food at McDonald's, as it forever has the cheapest food. As soon as I leave, a kid a few years younger than me rushes past, almost running me over. Behind him are two guys with expensive suits, faces curled into anger.

As they pass, I stick out my foot, upending one into the other. They go down in a tangle of cursing and limbs. I look to the kid, who's looking back. He nods and I hold up a hand in a wave. Then we go our separate ways.

I realize, as I continue exploring the city, that this is my sixth day in the city. I usually don't stay so long; maybe three, four days.

I explore that day and well into the next, sleeping for only a few hours at dusk and another couple at dawn. Luckily, I'd discovered that my body stays well-rested with only five or six hours a night, whereas if I were a normal teen, it'd be more around eight or nine.

Near eight on my seventh day in Bludhaven, I'm dozing on a fire escape, my sweatshirt off and wadded up underneath my head. Even with an aired out space, no blanket, and my outfit of a t-shirt and shorts, I'm still too warm. Don't mistake this for some ice core I inherited from my cousin; Bludhaven in May is just hot.

The fire escape vibrates, threatening to jostle me awake. I semi-surface from my nap but fall back under, completely convinced that the movement was a dream.

Until the clang associated with shoes on a rickety fire escape wakes me up for real.

I'm convinced it's Nightwing, so I lazily sit up and stretch, yawning loudly and prying my eyes open. But instead of the black and blue superhero, it's a teen in street clothes (and I mean Bludhaven street clothes; dirty t-shirt, ripped jeans, old and raggy sneakers and an obviously unwashed body), leaning on the railing with crossed arms and a smirk.

"You woke me up," I complain half-heartedly, picking up my sweatshirt in case I need to get out of here fast.

"You were sleeping on the fire escape," he responds, a note of mischief in his tone. "What if there had been a fire?"

"I'd probably go sleep somewhere else, honestly. It's hot enough."

He grins.

"So. Is there a reason you're here, or did you just come to bother me?"

"Both." He folds his arms smugly, grinning like it's the funniest and wittiest joke that's ever existed. Ever. "We've been trying to track you down since yesterday."

He makes it sound likes he's been trying to find me for years or something. I resist the urge to sigh. "'We'?"

"My organization and I. We like to call ourselves the junior underworld. I'm one of the leaders of said organization. Another one of our members came back to us yesterday saying you helped him out of a sticky situation. We decided you were worth finding."

This dude is so melodramatic. He's right out of a dystopian romance novel. Still, I can't quite remember what I did yesterday, so, stupidly, I blurt, "The baby sent you?"

Confusion registers on his face, "... He's like nine…"

Now I remember. "Ohhhh, the pickpocket thing. Yeah, it was no problem, but I'm not looking to join any organization. I'm a nomad. I'm only staying for a little while longer."

"My sources also say you escaped the police."

I frown. "It was the parent police, not the actual police."

"So you weren't at the station?"

"No, I was…" I sigh. "Look, you're looking too much into this. All I did was walk away from a car when this super mean parent cop left me in there to grab coffee. I tripped two dudes when they ran past me after a kid. It's nothing."

"What about the baby you mentioned?"

I wave him off. "I found him in the trash. Then I used him to get away from this police officer, since that particular police officer isn't bad."

The guy grins. "Grayson?"

I raise my eyebrows and lean back as he takes a step forward. "Who?"

"Black hair, blue eyes, perfect body and face? Blinding smile?" I nod reluctantly. "Yeah, he's our favorite. Probably the smartest and most competent of the entire force, but he never goes after us. In fact, sometimes he'll keep cash and food in his pocket for us to nab."

"Are you sure you're not just stealing it?"

"Trust me, we're not. Besides, I find it hard to believe you are so innocent yourself."

I shrug. "It's hard to think of myself like that when it's me."

"Here. Come with me back to our base and hang with us for the day. I think you'll like it."

I groan but slide into my sweatshirt anyway. "I'm not joining anything. I swear, if I end up in some kind of huge drug deal, I'll throw you off the pier. Personally."

He laughs. "I promise. You won't."

There you are. This will be more fast-paced, as the next few chapters will see Dani and Dick bonding and hopefully Dick's move back to Gotham.

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