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May I add on here? (Try my best at my first DC x DP) (Please bare with)

Did you know that there are several main arteries in the left arm and shoulder? Danny didn't. He had fallen asleep during that particular lesson because of a ghost attack the night before. Why do ghosts like to come out during the Witching Hour?

Nevermind. That question answers itself.

He was bleeding a lot, but it wasn't a deadly amount yet. Not for him, at least. The knife hadn't hit anything too important, and his left arm was already pretty damaged from the accident. Regardless, it still hurt like all hell. Stab wounds do that.

What didn't help was jumping out of the window. His fight or flight response, already having forced him into fleeing only minutes beforehand, had pushed him into going to the nearest exit the second the door started to rattle.

It wasn't locked. It just liked to stick.

Regardless, he'd gone invisible before running for the window, and opening it. With his go-bag in hand and the bloody knife left on the floor with the medical things he'd yet to put away, he tossed himself out of the window and down two stories. He only remembered his flight after he'd landed.

With a quick flash of light, Phantom flew from the flower bushes (the ones he'd convinced Alfred to let him help with during his first week in the manor) and off the property.

It wasn't safe in Amity Park. It wasn't safe in Wayne Manor. Where could he go?

Dick's place was a no-go. He'd probably tell Bruce where he was. He'd also ask way too many questions that Danny wouldn't have answers for. Wandering Gotham was also a bad idea, especially at night.

"First thing's first," he told himself, a whisper barely picked up over the stale breeze, "Take stock of what you have." He'd seen enough movies to know what to have in a go-bag for any scenario, but he hadn't actually updated his go-bag in a few months. He didn't think he'd need it.

He was never going to make that mistake again.

Being around the living was not safe, so being around the dead was the next best thing. With his, admittedly shoddy, plan in mind, Danny scouted Gotham for a graveyard.

Graveyards were places of mourning. Places where the dead are laid to rest and where the loving can mourn. It is a safe place for those who ask. A safe place for those who need it.

Landing silently before the iron gates he asked, "May I come in?" The wind pushing the unlocked gate open was answer enough for Danny.

***

Now was a good time to panic, right? Tim thought so. Even if it wasn't a good time, he was going to panic anyway.

"What the hell!" he demanded.

Damian didn't look the slightest bit put off, meeting Tim's glare head on. "I am the blood son. He needed to know his place." Brandishing another knife, he continued, "So do you."

Tim was ready to fight the child to the death. Tim was an older brother now and had been when Danny had entered the house. Damian had no right to come into his home and threaten his little brother!

Before the two could fight, Bruce managed to pull them apart and confiscate their [visible] weapons. "Enough!" A beat, "Damian, go to your room."

The boy wanted to argue, but a quick look from Bruce shut him down before he could say a word.

"Tim, Alfred," The order was quiet, but they both knew what to do.

Searching the manor was both agonizingly slow and going way too fast. What if they skipped over him? What if they snuck past him? What if-! No! No time for thoughts like that.

The final room on the floor, the one on the far end of the wing, liked to stick closed. It wouldn't be soundless to get open, nor would it be easy. It was a long shot that Danny was in there, but they were going to leave no crevice unchecked until he was found.

"Danny?" Tim called through the door, jiggling the doorknob, "Danny? It's Tim! Can I come in?"

There was no verbal response, but the sound of a window slamming open was all the answer he, Bruce and Alfred needed. They needed to get in there now.

DPxDC Prompt

Danny doesn't have the best spatial awareness, you'd think he would given his bout as a vigilante, but his rogues all had the convenient ability of setting off his ghost sense and letting him know when to turn on his awareness.

So when he was taken in by Bruce Wayne in Gotham, far away from any ghosts or portals, he just didn't have any reason to be on guard. It worked well for him since his vigilante days were over and he could put all his focus on school again.

But you see, when he was first taken in, it was just him and his foster brother Tim staying at the manor.

Fast forward to now, Danny gets home from school to find not only Bruce waiting at the table for dinner, but a kid who looks surprisingly like Bruce??? The kid is small, rude and trying to be threatening in a way Danny doesn't really see as such, like the kid is like 8 how much could they really do???

Turns out a lot.

After Danny and Tim sat down and the introductions were made, Bruce filled them in on the situation that was Damian. Tim seemed to take it as a new puzzle, looking to Damian and Bruce periodically as if he could get answers simply by staring. Danny took it in stride, it isn't that unusually for a rich guy to have secret flings that result in children down the line.

Dinner was in full swing when it happened, there had been some bantering the entire time and many threats of bodily harm coming from Damian which weren't met with as many reprimands as Danny assumed it should. A distinct thunk sound was heard after a particularly harsh threat and Danny looked over to see a knife now embedded in Tim's chair where his head once was.

Before he could react, Bruce was standing with a sharp reprimand and Danny collided harshly with his chair as a new knife embedded itself in his shoulder. He cried out in shock, it has been over a year since his last ghost fight and honestly he forgot how much that hurts!

Aka, Bruce and Dick are forced to take Damian's threats more seriously when the civilian Danny is in the crossfire instead of just the trained vigilante Tim.