(Still Danny's P.O.V.)

When I woke up in the hospital with Tucker in the room I knew it was bad. Tucker was deathly afraid of hospitals that it couldn't be good if he were here. Next was Sam, who looked so relieved for me to be awake that she almost had tears forming in her eyes. Almost. Jazz wasn't holding back on her tears though, and her shirt had droplets of them stained across it. Mom and Dad had both a look of relief and of worry, and of course they were both crying too. Then Vlad...why the hell was Vlad there. That was also the first words that came out of my mouth.

But that was Three months ago.

***Believe it or not, I was kind of tempted to stop it there just to mess with you guys. Also, this will be a bit like CW's Arrow where it'll have flashback either every chapter or every couple of chapters depending on how it fits, but that's the basics. Okay, I'm done, you may continue now.***

Danny wasn't entirely sure why he'd chosen Gotham as his hiding place. The crime-ridden streets reeked of blood and alcohol, it was almost never sunny, and the place truly was the most criminally populated city in America. Of course, the place did have a few perks, the first of which being Vlad would never come here looking for him, unless he had valid reason to, that is. The place was also about as different from Amity Park a place could get.

Danny walked around Gotham with a purple suitcase that most definitely had a picture of his dad's face on it and the words Fenton on the sides. A few months ago, Danny would have given anything to have just a normal, plain suitcase. Now? It was a way to remember his dad. At this point, he was desperate for anything that he could cling onto with his family and friends. He was terrified that he would wake up and not be able to remember Sam's look of disapproval when either Tucker or him did something stupid, or the way that his dad always got excited whenever he got the chance to talk about ghost-hunting devices, and the way Jazz was always engulfed in a new book. He never wanted to forget them. Ever.

As Danny walked, he accidentally bumped into a man with a business suit whom was on Othe phone. "Sorry," Danny panicked, only to realize that it was someone he recognized. "Mr. Wayne?"

"Hang on Alfred, I'll call you back." The man hung up the phone, placing it inside his pocket, not taking his eyes of the boy in front of him. "Well if it isn't Danny Fenton, how've you been? No run-ins with any villains of Gotham City I hope." He chuckled softly, though he didn't seem to mean the laugh.

"Eh." Danny sighed. "Well, it was nice seeing you, I guess." He shrugged, beginning to walk off.

"Wait, Danny!" Mr. Wayne turned towards the boy, who turned his head.

"Yeah?"

"I uh, I know you must be hearing this a lot, but I heard about your family. How are you holding up?" Bruce asked, an empathetic look stretched over his face.

"I've been better," Danny muttered truthfully, a look of pain flashing over his face.

"I know it's hard losing people you care about," Bruce nodded. "I know it isn't any consolation, but you're welcome at Wayne Manor any time you need."

"Yeah, okay." Danny nodded half heartedly. He supposed it'd be nice to have a place to go if there was ever an emergency necessity of it, but he didn't want to endanger Bruce if he didn't have to. That's what Danny was in his mind. A danger to anyone he cared about.

Bruce and Danny parted their separate ways, Bruce headed towards Wayne Enterprises, and Danny towards who knew where.

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