Being the ward of a billionaire was useful, being the protégé of the Batman even more so. One of the best things that had come with being Robin? Meeting Kid Flash. Dick Grayson and Wally West had quickly bonded and become best friends. Wally was his only real friend, too. The only one who he could talk to about everything that came with being a child hero. If there was anyone Dick could tell about his problem concerning Bruce, it was him. So, after being walked out on in response to voicing his concern for the man, he had immediately called the older boy, who had sped over to Wayne manor almost instantly. Now the two of them were sitting in Dick's room, the TV on without anyone paying any real attention to it.

"I just don't get it. He's never like this. It's like he's constantly in his own mind."

"Dude. He's Batman. He has to have a good reason," Wally said.

Dick gave the fourteen-year-old a look.

"Well yeah. But I want to know that reason," he argued.

"Maybe," Wally seemed hesitant to voice his opinion. "Maybe you really are worrying too much." Already seeing an argument coming, he quickly continued. "I mean, sure, he's acting a bit off and it's your job to worry about that, but if he says it's not important then maybe is not important."

Dick sighed, running a hand through his dark hair.

"I know that." He pulled his legs towards his torso, keeping them there with his arms. "But there's something that's telling me I shouldn't let this go, that it is important somehow. I can't describe it."

"Try."

Dick knew Wally believed him. He would not lie to his best friend, not about something as serious as this. Besides, Wally knew him. When Dick said he had a feeling it was best to follow it. The Boy Wonder had a unique instinct that he knew to trust in case of doubt. He rested his chin on top of his knees and stared at the TV while he tried to find the right words.

"I don't know. Sometimes it's like I know there's something I should do, like someone needed my help or was in pain."

He groaned and buried his faced in his arms.

"Ugh, I sound so stupid." he grumbled.

Suddenly he felt an arm wrap around him and the warm presence of his friend next to him. He unconsciously leaned into the hug, just happy to have Wally there with him.

"I don't think it sounds stupid" he said and to Dick he could not have said anything better. "I'm sure there's an explanation for all of it."

Slowly, Dick lifted his head to glance at the redhead, expression one of uncertainty.

"But what if I don't find out fast enough?" he asked.

Wally smiled. Dick loved it when he smiled.

"It's we. And we will find out. Don't worry."

Dick felt his confidence come back as he involuntarily believed what Wally told him. He did not know any other person to have ever had this effect on him. Besides his mother, perhaps.

"Yeah, you're right," he agreed, a small smile now on his lips as well. "We'll show Batman who's the world's greatest..." Wally frowned as Dick slowly trailed off, eyes glued to the screen in front of them. "...detectives."

"Dick?" Wally seemed confused until he looked at the TV as well. "Oh."

On screen, a blonde woman was talking.

"...has not yet been found. The police suspects a technical defect to have caused the explosion that destroyed Fenton Works. The youngest family member, Daniel Fenton, is still missing, although it is speculated that he, too, died in this horrible accident. Special scientists have..."

Next to her was the picture of a young boy. A boy that looked just like Dick.

"Wally, I think I have an idea what's up with Bruce."

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Sighing, she turned off the TV, leaning back into the soft cushions of their living room couch. No matter how hard she tried not to think about it - not to think about him - she could not get it out of her mind. Everywhere she went, people were talking about it. In a small place like Amity Park news travelled fast, but since nothing interesting happened on a regular schedule, a story like this would be the subject of every second conversation for a long time. Even now, more than two months later, one could hear the name Fenton every corner they turned. But the one place where it was worse than anywhere else was Casper Middle, Amity Park's middle school. There was not a single student at the school who had not known Danny Fenton.

And there was not a single student who had not known that Danny Fenton had had exactly two best friends. Tucker Foley had never been anything more than the techno geek that was friends with the ghost kid, just like Sam Manson had never been anything more than the goth girl that was friends with the ghost kid. Now all that they remained were the techno geek and the goth girl. The problem was not that people were constantly rubbing it in their faces, those people had nothing to do with it. The problem was that they were right. That is not supposed to mean that Sam thought of herself as just a goth girl, it is supposed to mean that all they had ever had was Danny. And now that he was not there, Sam was beginning to realize just how much she needed him, how much they needed him.

Danny had been both Sam and Tucker's mental support system. If they ever had a problem, anything that was bothering them, let it be a bad dream or a fight with another family member, Danny had been the one to comfort them, give his own unique kind of advice, or even just listen. How were Sam and Tucker supposed to deal with a situation worse than anything Danny had ever helped them with, without Danny?

She pushed herself off the couch and made her way to the front door. First, she would have to visit Tucker's house, then they would start their own research.

Sam could only see one way out of the bubble of eternal misery that was surrounding them. They had to get their best friend back. And they were going to get him back. Because Sam Manson and Tucker Foley were the techno geek and the goth girl that were friends with the ghost kid, Danny Fenton.

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Why could nothing go after plan? First with the resistance, then with staying hidden until he found a way home. Instead, he had ended up getting caught trying to get some food due to his invisibility and intangibility failing him at the worst moment possible. Just great. Now he was inside one seriously crappy police station, with every second person there giving him a weird look, while he was being lead to a chair in front of one of the desks.  A man - somewhere between fifty and sixty, Danny guessed - took the seat behind the desk. He looked tired, like he had worked all night and day without gaining satisfying results. The thought made Danny nervous. Any more stress might send the man's patience tumbling over the edge.

"Alright, young man, let's talk. I am Comissioner Gordon. What's your name?"

Despite the friendly tone of his voice, Danny felt oddly intimidated. It was almost as though he could feel the man's experience and authority. Danny bit his lip, not answering.

"You don't want to tell me yourself? Well then, how about I try. Are you Daniel James Fenton?"

Again, Danny said nothing, but when he tensed at the name he probably gave himself away regardless.

"Very well. Let's talk about what you did at the market instead, hm? Tell me exactly what happened."

The Comissioner was still getting no verbal response out of the twelve-year-old.

"Okay. Daniel - that is your name, am I right? - it would be a lot easier for both of us if you would speak to me. Just answer a few questions and you can go."

Danny stared wordlessly at the man, shaking his head almost unnoticeably, making Gordon frown.

"No? Why not?"

Danny only repeated the action.

"There's nothing to be afraid of. We're the good guys, remember?" Gordon tried, growing more frustrated by the second.

As much as he liked children, working with the police in Gotham City the children he met were often harder to work with than the adults. Most of them were problem kids, usually having been affected by their parents, if they even had any. Others had seen things, been through hard times. It surely made the job seem a lot more difficult. Especially when the child often was the most important witness.

"Daniel-"

"It's Danny," he corrected, a bit more harsh than intended.

Gordon's frustrated expression softened a little and he sighed.

"Alright, Danny. We're going to do it like this: we let the incident from earlier go, if you answer a few other questions, okay?" He did not wait long for an answer that was not going to come anyway. "Let's try again. Are you Daniel James Fenton?"

This time, Danny nodden hesitantly, much to Gordon's relief. He figured it was his best shot at the moment. The Comissioner was right, the police were the good guys. The only one he should fear was Vlad.

"Do you know what happened at your home two months ago?" Gordon questioned carefully.

Danny frowned. Would anyone believe him if he told them he had been kidnapped by a ghost? He doubted it. He was about to clamp his mouth shut and never talk to this guy again when he realized that he still had no clue about what had happened to his family. He was scared to find out, but he had to.

"My family," he said in a small voice. "Are they okay?"

The heartbroken expression of the man in front of him told him all that he needed to know.

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It was not long until the Dark Knight caught wind of the police's findings. He had been going through not only the GCPD's files, but through any other places that could potentially hold any useful hints, searching for further information on the Fenton case. And he did find enough to partially confirm his suspicions. The chance that the explosion had occured entirely on accident was extremely small. How the police had managed to miss it was a mystery to him.

Another point was why Daniel Fenton had run away from his home after the incident. Either he had had something to do with it - which Batman honestly doubted - or he had been trying to hide from whoever had caused the explosion. Which meant he would know who the person - or persons - was, or at least have some kind of information on them. Talking to the boy would definitely prove useful. That is if he actually told him all he new. From what Batman had found out by reading the police reports of the Commissioner's conversation with Daniel he had not been very talkative. The interrogation had been broken off after it had become clear that the twelve-year-old had known nothing of his family's deaths which resulted in him breaking down crying in the middle of the police station.

For the time being, the boy had been placed in the Gotham City Orphanage until a place for the boy to stay would be worked out. Batman knew the people that worked at the orphanage and he honestly wished he didn't. The thought of an emotionally unstable child being stuck in such a place angered the man. It reminded him too much of one certain boy who had been placed in a juvenile detention center at age nine after having just witnessed the murder of his own parents. Once again that idea presented itself at the forefront of his mind. Back then he had made the decision to take Dick in, hoping to make it easier for both of them. Why not take in Danny as well? Although it might just be a little akward, being that the two could practically be twins... Actually... what were the odds of the two of them being related? The possibility would not leave him alone. A little more research could not hurt, right? Right.

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