"What's up?"

Danny and Sam startle apart, faces going red and stammering excuses that don't make any sense. I ignore this, going to Danny's closet and picking out a comic book. "Hey, it's Dani," Danny stutters, still blushing furiously. "Not my parents. Phew."

"Your door is locked," Sam observes, face cooling to a soft pink as she watches me collapse in Danny's desk chair. I open the book, ignoring the both readily.

"What are you doing here?" Danny asks, standing from the bed and ruffling his hair.

"I came for the comic books," I grunt, turning a page without seeing it. "And the free make out show, apparently. When did you two get together?"

Danny coughs, embarrassed. Seeing him this flustered gives me great pleasure, but I'm still too pissed to tease them.

Sam answers, "A little over a month ago. It's been a while since we've seen you." She's trying not to linger on the experience of a few moments ago, working instead to turn the conversation towards me.

"Yeah, I know." I don't want the conversation on me.

"Where've you been?" Danny attempts.

"I'm not in the mood for talking, so why don't you guys go back to whatever you were doing and I'll keep reading this comic book."

"Yeah, okay, that's not happening," Sam grumbles, sounding more disappointed (ew) than defensive. I glance up briefly to see Danny's apologetic look. Disgusting teenagers.

"So…" he tries again.

"Not in the mood."

Danny quiets, looking at Sam with a bewildered look. When he turns back to me, I return to staring at my comic book.

A heavy silence descends over the room and I glance up from my "reading" again to see them looking into each others' eyes. Danny has his arms around her waist and Sam has her hands clasped behind his head. I'm about interrupt, feeling uncomfortable, but miss my chance when they fall back on the bed, kissing noisily.

"Stop, stop!" I shriek, throwing my comic book at them. They laugh in response, letting go of each other, as I stand grumpily and fix Danny with a glare. He laughs when I throw another book I find nearby at him, phasing through it effortlessly.

"We will if you tell us what's wrong," he taunts, playing with a strand of Sam's hair. She folds her arms and smirks at me in victory.

I let out a heavy sigh, sitting back down on the chair. These are my happy people. I can tell them anything. Except, of course, everything that matters. I meant what I said to Dick; Danny's identity is secret from them, just like their secret is safe from him. So instead I tell him about meeting Dick, and staying with him, and returning to Gotham when his dad requested him back (I couldn't say he died, since Bruce Wayne had a stand in while the real one was "dead"). I then continue on about the brothers and the fight we had when Dick found I had went after Jason after he said I wasn't allowed.

Danny and Sam listen intently for the first while, but they grow more and more amused as the story goes on. They share secret smiles and stifle chuckles, all the while nodding and making sympathetic noises. Finally I break off, right in the middle of the rant, and yell "What?" at them.

"You live with Bruce Wayne?" Sam asks for clarification.

"With Dick, but kinda, yeah," I shout back.

She and Danny exchange a look and desperately try to stifle laughter.

"I'll kill you both," I warn, voice dark.

"No, it's just…" Danny glances at Sam and she shrugs helplessly. "Bruce Wayne… I heard he does some sketchy stuff at night." He suppresses another smile and I suddenly realize why he's trying not to laugh.

"Oh, you're on the League, duh." Of course it was a possibility that he would know Batman's identity, but I hadn't considered it, knowing I couldn't ask outright without being suspicious.

His eyes sparkle. "Are we talking about the same thing?"

"I live there. I kind of have to know." I sink lower in my seat, not sharing his enthusiasm.

"I don't know," Sam interjects, casting a smirk in Danny's direction. "You have some pretty clueless genes."

I can't suppress a small smile at that. "Yeah… And I only found out 'cause of this symbol I helped Dick unearth. Even then, it took me a hot sec."

Danny laughs. "And I only found out because the replacement Batman told me."

I freeze, suddenly leaning in with wide eyes. "Wait, Batman?"

Danny's smile freezes. "You didn't-"

Sam elbows him. "She's messing with you." She turns back to me. "Now, re-edit your story and try again."

I nod, relenting, telling them the whole truth this time. Danny beams proudly when I tell him of my altercation with the impostor Batman, which is the reaction Dick should've shown. I end with that, another rant of Dick's unfair reaction and his totally unnecessary anger.

"Grownups suck," Sam agrees. I high-five her sentiment.

"Okay, but he was just trying to keep you safe," Danny advocates for Dick. I glare at him for changing sides and he holds his hands in surrender. "I'm just saying; I'd do the same thing."

"And I'd be mad at you, too." With an air of finality, I fold my arms. "Besides. You wouldn't yell at me; you know me too well to make that mistake."

"So Dick knows you that well?" Sam asks, feigning innocence at the question. "He knows your past, your clone status, your powers…"

"Of course not!" I snap. "I want to keep Danny's identity secret!"

While Sam grins at the victory of making her point, she then fixes Danny with a harsh glare, urging him to respond to my prompt.

Danny frowns at my words. Opens his mouth to respond, closes it when nothing comes out. Rubs his neck, thinking. Sam glares at him the longer he stays silent and answers for him. "You don't have to keep his identity a secret. They're your family."

He forces a weak smile, nodding.

The reaction leaves a slight sick feeling in my stomach, even as my resolve hardens. I narrow my eyes at the two of them and state resolutely, "They're also the Batfamily; the greatest detectives in the world and members of the Justice League. Even if you gave me permission to tell them, I wouldn't anyway. It's obvious you don't want them to know."

Sam glares at Danny, and he holds up his hands helplessly in a shrug. "I really don't. I'm sorry."

She smacks his shoulder. "But they're-"

"Hey, it's my decision!" I interrupt. "And I don't want them to know anyway. I'm not ready to be a hero, and that's exactly what they'd make me as soon as I walked through the first wall. Dick already says he trusts me, secrets or no, so I don't have to tell him. I have nothing to gain and a lot to lose; that's my first reason. Danny's is just a big second."

Sam relents, and Danny's eyes are huge with gratitude.

I lean back in Danny's chair, beginning a new topic. "Do you love being in the League? How do you have time for everything else?"

His eyes sparkle. "I love it. I'm a ghost, so technically the federal laws don't apply to me, so the League uses me to circumvent a lot of the regulations the governments have on them. They've been trying to pass the laws, but my parents, as the leading experts in ectology, keep messing it up with conflicting research. It's actually kind of funny how frustrating it is for them.

"And yeah, with all my time spent in the League and protecting Amity here, something had to give. So I chose school and graduated a year early." He gestures to the computer behind me. "I took online courses in order to pass all the failed classes I had my freshman, sophomore and junior years, and since I had to finish those to be a League member…" He snaps his fingers. "I finished them just like that."

"I graduated early, too," Sam offers. "As did Tucker. We're going to go to the college Danny's parents set up."

"Hold up, there's a college?"

Danny nods and crosses the room to dig through his closet, coming up with a couple white t-shirts with the Fenton logo on them. "Fenton University," he announces proudly. "My parents sold their inventions to several huge companies and patented tons more, and they set up the U with the money." He holds one out to me and I gladly accept it, phasing into it and letting my sweat shirt fall in my lap.

It's my new favorite shirt; I think it's ironic.

Sam smirks at my change. "We're all going there. The semester started last week."

I look at Danny. "How do you have time for that? Also, I thought you wanted to be an astronaut."

A brief frown flickers across his face. "I don't think that will happen." He holds up a hand when I begin to protest. "Not in the way I want it to, probably not ever. I would have to leave for an undetermined amount of time. From the city, from the world. It would hurt too much to be away for that long."

He gives me a hopeful smile. "But that doesn't mean I won't be in space. I'm there at least three times a week, and then there are the intergalactic missions that the League goes on…" He looks faraway, daydreaming. "I may not be studying in space, but at least I'm there."

"Why are you in space so much?"

He frowns and glances at the window. "Right. That's not common knowledge. The League HQ is an orbiting satellite."

He moves to continue fangirling, but I wave my hands rapidly to stop him. "Whoa, whoa. Bombshell. Explain."

Danny offers a half-shrug. "Sorry. League business."

I roll my eyes and fall back into the seat again. "Fine. What are you studying instead?"

"Ecto-Engineering," Danny replies, sarcastic with the name. "Mechanics, machinery. I have a knack for inventing. Who knew." Sam snickers. "It's like a ghost technology degree, with a side emphasis in astrophysics and astronomy." I frown, vicariously feeling the disappointment Danny must've had when his astronaut dreams were crushed. "Hey, don't go feeling sad for me. This is my new dream. Life happens; you have to adapt."

"I'm not going to be an environmental lawyer anymore," Sam adds, looking just as excited as Danny. "I'm going into ecto-biology and combat. Plants and fighting; two of my favorite things." She frowns at her own words and quickly amends, "I'm still a pacifist though."

"What about Tucker?"

Danny answers, "Computer technology and politics."

"All these degrees are pretty random… What will you do with them? What does someone do with an ectology degree?"

This time Sam picks up my questions. "FentonWorks is starting to expand. Other companies are adding ecto-research to their facilities, so graduates can go there. But Tucker and I? We're getting our degrees to help the ghost-fighting efforts." She grins wickedly. "The world is working to bring the Ghost Zone closer than ever to the living realm. If there are more portals, we need more forces on this side that can deal with the malicious ghosts coming through. We need diplomats, ambassadors, scientists. The three of us are..." She waves her hand, looking for a word. "Pioneers."

Danny watches her with fond amusement. When she notices, she fixes him with a light glare, and I find myself shipping them all over again. "When's the wedding?" I ask dreamily, laying my head in my palm and sighing.

Sam frowns and grabs a pillow to throw at me. I bat it away easily. It is a pillow. "We're not even old enough to get married," Sam protests.

"A shame," Danny teases, flashing me a smirk. "It's the ultimate way to rebel against your parents."

Sam raises an eyebrow. "And that'll be the only reason?"

Danny shrugs. "Hey, whatever gets the yes."

I snicker at their banter, finding it equally disgusting and adorable how easily they discuss marriage, even if it's just a tease. I mean, I love the ship, but he is still my brother/cousin/whatever-you-call-the-person-you're-a-clone-of. Danny breaks off from it quickly, though, turning back to me both physically and in conversation. "So. When are you headed back to Gotham?"

I shrug. "I don't know. I'm still pretty pissed off." Picking up a pencil from the desk, I twirl it in my fingers, thinking. "It got oppressive. I needed to leave to prove I could. But this is just going to make them even more angry. I don't really want to go back."

"Yeah, you do," Sam corrects me. "You wouldn't have settled down for the past few months just to leave for a stupid fight."

"Don't say that," Danny reprimands Sam when I start to respond. "She won't go back just to spite you." I grin, supporting his observation. "But, Dani, can't say I don't agree with her. If you really wanted to leave, you wouldn't have come here. You would have just left."

"Maybe," I allow, dangerously letting myself consider the possibility of never going back. Danny and Sam exchange glances and decide to interrupt this train of thought.

"Look, how about you hang with us for today and we can worry about this tonight?" Sam suggests, looking at Danny for confirmation. He tilts his head in a yes, standing. I do the same, mimicking him. "Alright then, food?"

It's late when I return to Wayne Manor, and I'm exhausted. Knowing full well that the residents were now fully aware of my presence, I climb up the side of the house instead of entering through the front doors, hoping they'd take the hint and let me get some rest.

Immediately after entering through the window, however, I realize my room is not as I left it. In my absence, it seems to have gained one particularly nosy butler. He's sitting, in the dark, sipping tea.

Joy.

"What, are you going to turn on a lamp?" I quip, closing the large window behind me.

"I was enjoying the view," he responds shortly, gesturing with his cup at the ceiling.

"Hn," I reply, kicking off my shoes and discarding them near the armoire. I try to keep the silence, hoping Alfred would answer without my needing to ask, but he just continues sipping his tea. British butlers. "On a scale of one to ten, how mad are they?"

I hear the cup getting set down on its saucer. "Quite the contrary, Miss Dani. No one is angry with you. They're glad you're home."

I don't buy that. Alfred probably had to force his way up here alone. "And that's why you're my greeting party instead of Dick?"

"He's a very familial person, Miss Dani. You must know it scares him to see his world colliding with you."

I sigh heavily, having already endured several speeches along the same lines from Danny and both his friends. They'd subtly slipped it into the conversation with everything we'd done; food, the movies, touring campus, testing inventions… I swear, half the reason I agreed to go back was because the passive-aggressive urging was getting so annoying. Which I'm sure was the point.

"Yeah, yeah, spare me the lecture. I know it was dumb, but it's not like I'll do it again! I know what could've happened, I know I won't be that lucky next time, blah blah blah. I get it. If I did it over again, I would've brought a cell phone."

"Very good, Miss Dani." Alfred stands, flicking on the light by the arm chair he'd been in. "That covers everything I was meant to lecture you about, so we can mark that done." I raise my eyebrows at him, curious. "Like I mentioned before; no one is angry with you. They are simply concerned for your well-being."

"'They,'" I quote, adding a question to the word.

Alfred allows a small smile. "You've managed to fell all four of them, which I must say is no small feat."

"Even Tim?"

Alfred nods.

"Huh. I thought he didn't like me because I keep trying to push him off of things."

"I'm sure if you asked him, he would be more accommodating."

"Where's the fun in that?" I complain, finally releasing a smile. It falls soon, though, as I ask the next question I'd been worrying about. "Am I in trouble?" It's weird to ask, since I'm not really a part of this family. I mean, I am, but I can always leave. They don't have custody of me; should they really be allowed to punish me?

Alfred shakes his head once, but follows up with, "But Master Dick has requested a compromise."

"What kind of compromise?"

"I suggest you take it up with him, if you are… sufficiently composed?"

I raise an eyebrow at this, crossing my arms defensively. "Now I'm nervous," I accuse.

Alfred looks at me with that firm stare of his; the one I'd seen all four brothers concede to. I understand why as I relax my stance, giving up, though I don't understand how he did it. "The events of the other night has made it clear to Master Dick that you are incredibly important to him. He wishes to make your stay here as accommodating to you as it is safe; that is to say, to rectify the mistakes in both."

I roll my eyes. "I'm perfectly safe."

An arched eyebrow begins his response. "Even after decades in this household, serving men and women alike that can only be sanely classified as suicidal, I find your indifference to mortality frightening."

"Let me guess, Dick finds it frightening too?" I sigh again, not bothering to wait for a response. "Whatever. Where is he?"

"The Cave, miss."

"Thanks, Alfred." I turn to leave but pause just before reaching the stairs. "You know, I thought I wasn't messed up because I don't have dead parents or walk alone on rainy nights or fight crime to avenge deaths. But I guess I kind of am, in my own way, huh?"

"Everyone is, Miss Dani."

I breathe a soft snort, continuing down the stairs.

Before seeing Dick, I stop by Jason's room; or what I remember as Jason's room. I kick the door as a knock before walking in, trying to find the light switch when I realize the room is dark. When I flip it on, I spot him sitting stick straight up in his bed, brandishing a gun in each hand.

Recognizing me, he's quick to shove them back under his pillows. "That can't be comfortable," I quip, going over to his armchair and sinking heavily into it.

He sighs, running one hand through his bedhead. "Do you know what time it is?"

I shrug. "Nighttime. Aren't you usually awake?"

"Yeah, but I was up all day," he complains, moving his hand from his head to scratch his shoulder. He then seems to notice he's shirtless (I could care less, honestly) and rifles around his rumpled bed, trying to come up with a shirt. "You really can disappear when you want to."

I try to blow the bangs out of my eyes. "It's one of the many talents I possess."

He raises an eyebrow as he returns to his original sitting position with a shirt in hand. His slightly amused/curious expression disappears as he pulls it over his head. "So, where'd you go?"

I fix him with a calculating stare, looking him up and down before glancing away dismissively. "Sorry, Jason. Don't know you that well."

His mouth twitches at my mocking jab, but continues to wait for a response.

"Do you know what Dick wants to do?" I ask instead, leaning an elbow on the armrest so I can rest my head. I'm pretty tired, actually. I haven't slept in over 24 hours.

He wrinkles his nose. "Did you have to phrase it like that?"

"You said I make too many jokes so now I have to make it easy for everyone else to make them," I explain.

He shakes his head, grinning, and answers my question. "I do, kind of. But you'll have to talk to him about it."

"Ugh, can't I get a spoiler around here? What are you, Alfred?" I throw out my other arm in exasperation, still not moving my head from its comfortable position on my palm. "What if I told you where I went?"

"Well, then I promise to tell you what Dick has in store." We both snicker at his wording. "But then I wouldn't tell you, because I suck at promises."

With my cheek crushed into my palm, I can only manage a one-sided smirk. "But you're keeping the one you made to Dick. And then, you could say…" My giggles interrupt my wording, making it hard to get them out. "You suck at Dick promises." Now done, I giggle uncontrollably while Jason watches with thinly veiled amusement.

"Nah," he says finally. "Can't do it. I'm a little scared of him when he's like this. You know, like you can be scared of a rabid bunny that can bite you and give you rabies."

"Say it." I'm suddenly serious, staring at him intently.

Amusement is replaced by confusion. "Say what?" I continue staring at him until a light goes on behind his eyes. "OH! If I do, will you tell me where you went?" I shrug and offer a half nod, which he seems to accept. With a mock resigned sigh, he says, "Dick scares me."

I lose it again, but recover more quickly this time so I can answer his question. "Remember my story?" He nods. "I went and hung out with the kid I was talking about. I usually visit him every once in a while but haven't in a long time, so I decided it was as good a time as any."

"Where's he?"

I shrug, swinging my feet and casually avoiding eye contact.

Jason breathes out a heavy sigh. "You're not going to tell me anymore than that?"

"If I told you any more, I'd be lying. I'm not a liar." Stubborn, I stand up. "Besides. I'm a mystery. It's intriguing. So shut up and be intrigued."

He raises his hands in surrender, eyes laughing.

"Well, I'm off to my execution," I announce melodramatically, striding toward the door with exaggerated purpose. "Símera to kánoume eftychisméno, giatí ávrio pethaínoume, or whatever that saying is."

"Wait, what was that? Greek? Since when do you know Greek?"

Well, I did spend three or four weeks in Greece and Italy, but the language mostly came from a ghost I was trying to help back to the Ghost Zone that was haunting the Olympus ruins. She really liked that saying, and the closest translation is, "Today we make merry, for tomorrow, we die."

Fitting, since she is a ghost.

I shrug, leaving the room and flipping off the light as I go. He doesn't stop me as I go, but I guess he's getting dressed and will catch up with me after I talk to Dick. As I make my way to the room housing the grandfather clock and a great deal of parental portraits, I try to calm my nerves.

At the time, rushing in had seemed the only reasonable course of action. Hanging out with Danny and his friends had cleared my head a little, and they had managed to explain why Dick had blown up. For one, Dick didn't know I had ghost powers. I couldn't pretend my powers of BS were good enough to beat Jason if it come to a fight. Second, Danny scolded me based on the depressing inadequacy of my ghost powers. He (probably accurately) predicted that if it had come down to it, I probably would have lost a fight with Jason even with my huge advantage.

That hurt the ego a bit.

Can't say he's wrong, though. For the first half of my life, using my powers was done only under the most dire of circumstances. Even the small amounts I spared for intangibility and flight that would otherwise have left me fully dead had my hands and feet dissolving. After Danny stabilized me, the feeling just kind of… stuck. Little things were fine, but ectoblasts and transforming left me feeling sick. The flight to Amity, done in my human form, took several reassurances from Danny to assuage the fear that I would dissolve, though I didn't verbally express my anxiety.

Don't get me wrong, though. I do use my powers a lot, even if they're just small things here and there. I'm only human, after all, and powers do make things so much easier.

My nervous musings led me to the Cave before I could decide against it, though I still hesitate at the top of the stairs. Geez, why am I so nervous? Shouldn't I be defensive? Wasn't I in the right?

I start to descend the stairs, knowing Dick had been tracking my path through the Manor and already knew I was there. When I round the corner and enter the main space, he's waiting for me, arms crossed, just as I imagined.

Without a word, I walk up to about ten feet from him and cross my arms.

"First of all," he begins only a moment after I stop moving, "I'm glad you made it back from wherever you were." He pauses for my input but continues soon after I make it clear I'm not going to add any. "Second, I'm so sorry, Dani."

This takes me aback, and I feel my eyebrows furrow in confusion as he continues.

"Jason told me what you said, and I didn't realize you had lived with someone so awful before… I didn't mean to scare you, and I promise I'll never be like him or treat you like he did."

Confusion completely replaces my wariness and anxiety. My arms fall to my sides and I take in his body language; hands slightly splayed, head tilted and eyes wide and pleading. Wait… did he think he reminded me of Vlad? Without warning, laughter bubbles out of me.

Dick is completely taken aback as I try to stifle my laughter with both hands.

"That wasn't a true story?" Dick guesses, still lost at my mirth.

I shake my head, finally gaining control of my laughter. "Sorry, I mean yes. It was-is." Greedy for air, I suck in a couple, slightly-hysterical gasps of breath and continue. "Sorry, it's not really funny. But if you reminded me for a second of that guy, I wouldn't have talked to you in the first place." Now thoughtful, I try to find the similarities between the two, but can't find any other than their billionaire status. "I mean, you're not old and creepy, you don't have a bunch of cats, and you don't stalk a teenage kid and his mother."

One of his eyebrows arch.

I shrug at his incredulous look. After another moment to gather his bearings, he changes the topic. "Where were you?"

Ugh. This again. I wave it off, just like I did Jason. "With my guy. Chillax, it's not a big deal."

To my surprise, he accepts that and moves on to the elephant in the room. "So. What happened with Jason."

I groan, my shoulders falling in dejection. "I know, I know. I messed up. I should've woken Alfred, or left a note, or something. It made perfect sense at the time."

He sighs, rubbing his eyes like a tired old man.

I guess he is, kind of. He goes well beyond his years.

"I thought you weren't interested in doing things like this."

I shake my head. "No, I'm not interested in being a hero-slash-vigilante-slash-vengeance-driven-crime-fighter." At least… not yet. The decision is becoming more blurred the longer I stay here. "But this didn't have anything to do with that. This was Damian and Tim! They needed help; I couldn't just let them get hurt!"

The lines in Dick's face lighten as a flicker of a smile plays along the planes of his face. "I figured it might be something like that."

I stay quiet, silently offering him the opportunity to go on. He moves over to the table, back blocking the items he retrieves. "It happens a lot in this family. But let me make this clear: it isn't your job to rescue us. We have plenty of friends for that." As he speaks, he turns back towards me and reveals what's in his hands. "So you're getting a phone." He displays the shiny, new smartphone as he introduces it. "There are plenty of contacts on here that you can call if all of us are in trouble."

Grudgingly, I accept the phone, examining it in distaste. I've never really cared about cell phones. "I'm going to lose it in about four seconds," I confess, though I dutifully pocket it.

Dick smiles. "It's okay, we have stuff for that. Besides, we're the Bat family. Phones are nothing compared to the motorcycles, jet planes and multi-million dollar bases we wreck on a regular basis."

"And carpets," I add. "How did your dad react?"

Dick's eyes glimmer in mischief for a moment before settling into mild annoyance. "He said there were better ways to go about it." We both roll our eyes good-naturedly. "Anyway, next."

"Next?" I groan.

He opens his other hand, dangling a black watch from between his fingers. "This is a smart watch. Full internet access, communications, device transmitters, basic hacking bypasses and GPS unit. Made to be virtually indestructible, and it even has a holograph screen."

"What's the point of a phone if this thing has communications?" I glower, accepting the watch. "Wait," I stop. "GPS?" I hold the watch away from me. "You want to track me?"

Dick fixes me with a determined look, completely decided. "It's a precaution for if you can't reach us, or if you're unconscious. It's not an invasion of privacy, because it'll only be used for emergencies."

"What if I want to leave? What if you piss me off again and I want to go somewhere you won't find me?"

Unperturbed, he leans forward and points to a button on the watch. "Incognito mode. When we look up your signal, it'll say very clearly that you don't want to be found, and we have to ask permission to access. If you don't respond, it'll allow us in, but if you do, it won't."

I hardly think that'll stop them from accessing the signal. If they're curious enough about where I go, they'll be able to find me. Still, it seems reasonable enough. It's not like I disappear all too often, and when I do it's just so I can explore. If I really, really don't want to be found, there's always that little advantage of mine.

With an exaggerated sigh, I remove my previous, cheap watch and allow Dick to fasten the tracking device over the tan line on my left wrist.

"A couple more things," he goes on as I inspect my new accessory. I glare at him in exasperation, tired of this conversation by about twenty minutes. "Alfred is going to start tutoring you, and the rest of us are going to train you. Not to be a hero, and as much to your liking as possible, but this is a dangerous family and we want you to be prepared."

I accept this and immediately count off what I want to learn, ticking off my fingers as I go. "Gymnastics from you, motorcycling from Jason, flying from Tim and throwing crap at people with accuracy from Damian."

Dick grins and shakes his head, breathing out a laugh. "Whatever you say, Dani." His smile grows more content as he and I watch each other. "I really am glad you're back."

Taking this as the end to this conversation, I pivot on my foot, waving as I stride away. "So am I, D. See you in the morning."

Now that the conversation I was dreading is now over, I can finally get some sleep.

I really like that chapter, though it is fairly quiet action-wise and I feel like it's kind of choppy. Anyway, in response to some comments: Bruce doesn't know Phantom's identity. Since Danny and Dani both suck at lying, they really just avoid the truth. Besides, Captain Marvel hid the fact that he was a ten year old kid from the entire League and they didn't know. How the Batfam finds out about her identity is already decided, and I am actually really excited for it.

Anyway, comments and critiques, as always, are deeply cherished in my soul.

Until next time!