Cave boy Danny has way to much fun fucking with the bats after a while. Jason is too until Danny bites him after some unwanted human contact. Alfred gets a big wave of nostalgia when Danny does it too.

Danny can say that the Waynes have been ridiculously welcoming, all things considered. He still hasn't come clean about not being Bruce Wayne's alternative double, so to throw them off from finding out the truth and have a safe place to crash- he's missed plumbing- he has been invited to the Wayne Manor and has been lazing about when under their watch.

If there was one thing apparent, it was that Bruce Wayne did not laze about. It was mind-blowing to those who knew him to see Danny- a version of Bruce- act like walking across the room for a remote was too much work.

It drove them mad to see such a difference between them, and thus, none of the Waynes noticed Danny's side project to get home.

The Waynes gave him a giant room and helped set up a fake Identity for him while they worked on getting him home. To the public, he was Danny Kane, a long-lost relative recently coming to Bruce for help.

Thanks to the support of Jacob and Kate, they agree to make it seem that Jack Kane- Danny's made-up father- was the result of Bruce's material grandfather having a fling after his wife's death. Jake was hidden from the public eye but had his father's financial support until he was an adult.

Jack was never bitter and told Danny stories of his wayward father, filled with love to prove it. These stories inspired Danny to seek out the remaining Kanes after Jack's untimely death, which led him to Bruce as Martha Wayne nee Kane's son.

The day Danny would be sent home, the Waynes would fake his death, and no one would be the wiser that Danny Kane never existed.

Fine by Danny

. He only planned to stick around long enough to get his ship ready and pinpoint a location that had the vile between the living and dead thin enough to slice his way back to the Ghost Zone.

Unlike Wulf, who could open portals wherever he wanted, Danny had to find points weak enough to punch a hole through. He knows his parent's portal was way out of his set of skills, and he sure as hell wasn't going to give anyone the idea to build their own here. Two percent of portals were already two too many.

He mostly hung around the house- with someone always close by in a poor attempt to hide the fact they were watching him. Most of the time, Danny was either lazing around the house, eating and sleeping, and it felt like a costly vacation.

He refused to help on the coms when the Bats went out to kick ass, even after Dick offered to sit in front of monitors and relay information to the heroes like he was offering the chance of a lifetime.

This seems to disturb everyone else in the house except for Alfred.

If anything, the fact Danny straight-up refused to put on tights and rush into night to fight crime made Alfred adore him. The butler claimed he was worried everyone in the family would forget what everyday life was supposed to feel like.

A few Waynes couldn't seem to wrap their heads around the concept.

"You're not interested at all?" Tim asks, eyes narrowed. He was among the few who thought Danny was suspicious for not wanting to risk his life to fight the corrupted system.

"Nah, man, I'm good here. I got my nachos, I got a movie room and I got the softest bathrobe ever bathrobe." Danny snuggles more profoundly into the pink plush robe that Steph had lent him. "Why would I want to ruin any of these? Sides, I can't even throw a punch."

".....There has never been a single alternative Bruce Wayne that wasn't involved in this life in some way. If not as a hero then he was a villain. Bruce as a villain is one of the most dangerous things that can ever happen across the multiverse" Tim reveals grimly. "We've won every single encounter but only by the skin of our teeth."

"Damn. Let me guess. You guys beat the evil Bruces by sending his kids after him."

"Yes."

"Problem solve. You already know you can kick my ass, so if I try anything, you can take me out, right?" Danny doesn't wait for a answer. He turns away from the teenager to stare at the movie screen showing his picked movie. "I can do nothing but tremble before your bat might."

Tim steps into his line of sight. "I mean it. You do anything to harm this family and will regret it."

"Does that mean I can't bite Jason again? That sucks. It's the only way I can get him to stop trying to drag me to galas. He wants to scare the other rich people with my poor people's manners."

Tim's lip twitches and Danny knows he's fighting to keep his face under control. "You didn't have to lock your jaw in like that."

"I really did. Jason tested me."

Tim tilts his head. "You don't really feel like Bruce. You look just like him at fifteen. Alfred says you act just like him. But for the last three weeks, you've been trying really hard to make it seem like you're okay with doing nothing."

"I am comfortable doing nothing."

"I think you're lying," Tim says, moving closer to stare down into Danny's eyes with frankly a manic glare. Danny's core flares up with the sense of challenge he finds in that dark blue gaze.

Which is a first for a human, and frankly is terrifying. If Tim had been a ghost he would have easily been an Ancient assistant or a baby Ancient. He has to be able to match Danny's power like this. Holy shit.

"I think your parents didn't give you enough love as a child, and now you seek approval from everyone around you while trying to push everyone away because you are too scared to make yourself valuable. You find yourself in an endless loop of self-doubt and self-hate by doing both simultaneously." Danny blurts. He watches Tim freeze, then winces. "Shit, sorry, the psychoanalyze came out as a reflection. Forget that."

Tim is still frozen in a way Danny recognizes as someone hearing something challenging to come to terms with. This is why he needs to break the habit of using Jazz's psyche training as a weapon.

He forgets not everyone insults each other with their deepest insecurities. That's just how he and Jazz love.

"...Do you want to watch the Grey Ghost Marathon with me?" He asks after a long pause. Tim closes his eyes before plumping down next to him.

"I like that."

Neither mention Jason, who is gasping in the last row of seats and attempting to suppress muffled laughter behind the wrist cast that Danny lovingly gave him at the last gala.

On a side note, Danny Kane is called "Rabid Dog." by the elites of Gotham, who watched the boy make three grown men cry after two minutes of talking to him and also witness four Waynes attempt to pry his mouth open screaming, "No Danny drop it. drop it!" while the boy munched on Jason's wrist.

No one has noticed that half of the tech has disappeared.

21st September 2017

The alarm went off at 0515. How could that be it? I only just went to bed - or so, it felt that way. Steve got up and turned the light on so we could get ready. I hid underneath the cover and begged him to let me stay. Realistically, even if he said yes, I wouldn't have. I was a little excited to be fair. A new farm experience. We got dressed, got our bag ready with our litre bottle of sun cream being the most important thing packed. Steve made us sandwiches and I filled our water bottles up. We quickly had some cereal and left. We were meeting Harriet who was coming with us, at 0610 by the van. It was already 0613 - oops! We got there and Harriet said how tired she was. I feel you girl. She went to bed at the same time as us. We got into B3 - the van that has rubbish everywhere and a slight sick smell. One the plus, it's the only one with a radio. Beggars cannot be choosers. This is a luxury to us these days. We had a half an hour drive before we got there. We were going to a place called Euramo and we were meeting a guy called Anthony on the side of Rockingham Road and Bruce Highway next to a small banana stall. We got there and pulled over. It was pretty easy to find to be fair. A straight line the whole way there. We saw a truck slow down and pull up besides us. A guy leaned out of the window and said "Are you guy's here for Anthony? The watermelon farm?" Steve said yeah and we were told to follow him. We followed for a further 10 minutes through fields and fields of sugar cane, grass and mud. We were on a dusty dirt track struggling to see the car in front. Eventually we pulled up to his farm, we were told to park next to the "power pole". We got out and walked into the shed. There were men pulling up ready to start their day. We stood there, like planks with no idea what to do or where to go. I started to feel really intimidated. Anthony was a real bogan and his workers were Aboriginal men. I was nervous. I couldn't understand them - I think they were talking in a different language. Anthony told us to get the watermelon boxes, open them up and place them onto pallets. The workers all said hi and gave us a helping hand. The watermelon boxes were huge. They were the thickness of about 5 cardboard boxes and about a metre width and length each way. We had to open them up, bend them so they weren't square, they were hexagon. Then we had to bend the flaps at the top so they could all fit together when we turned them back the other way. I'm not even sure if that makes sense but it hurt my hands a lot. We did that for about half an hour. Harriet and I were the only girls there. We all jumped onto the tractor trailer with everyone else. They guys introduced themselves and we started chatting away. We got to the watermelon patch after about 5 minutes driving. We jumped out and watched the guys move the conveyor belt outwards. The tractor was out our left and the belt came out horizontally in front of us. We had to stand in a line, arms width apart and walk with the tractor. Every step you took, you had to pick up a watermelon and place it onto the belt. There was one guy and Anthony on the tractor sorting them into boxes. The trailer held about 9 boxes. The mud was ankle deep, should’ve been quite light and dusty. It would’ve been if it hadn't rained so much lately. It was like normal damp soil now though. Watermelons grow on thick vines. We had to pick the very large ones only. We had to grab them, break the vine with our hands and be quick to put it onto the belt whilst walking forward. At first, fairly simple. The melons were damp from dew so they were slippery. It was hard to get a grip especially with them being about 15-20kg each. They weren't your average size melons - these were humdingers! The mud didn't help either. The tractor driver was an old man called Bruno. He was pretty deaf, bless him. He must've been a good 70 years old. He had a few deep cuts on his leg that I wanted to clean up for him but I guess that's not something they do when they work on farms. We walked up the first paddock which took about an hour. We were facing the sun too which was beaming into our faces. Steve and I were smart and packed our hats. Ange would be proud. Once the boxes were full, we waited for a member of shed staff to drive a new one out to us and then he would drive the full one back. We did another paddock walking away from the sun which was so much easier. It's unbelievable how much the sun can affect you. By 0900, Anthony had to go back to the shed. He told us to have smoko (Australian 10 minute break). One of the guys cut up a watermelon for us to eat. It was absolutely delicious. Harriet was in her element. She said the two hours work was worth it for that. How To Please A Vegan - Volume One. We chatted to the guys who are really nice and very funny. We continued with our work doing more and more paddocks. I was getting tired. I looked at Harriet and she was starting to struggle too. By 1100, we were exhausted. Taking one step, picking up 20kg slippery watermelons caked in mud for 7 hours so far. We had to try and watch our steps so that we didn't ruin the vines but there's so many everywhere, you just can't help it. As you're walking with the melon, they get tangled in your feet and you trip. You can't see because the melon is so big, you kick more melons as you try to catch up with the belt. I had toads jumping out at me, some bigger than my head (slight exaggeration, but they might as well have been that big). Worms crawling up my arms, caterpillars, spiders, weird insect that I've never seen before. You don't have the time to check for them on you, you just feel where they're moving g and flick them off if you can. It was awful. Anthony is the son of the owner of all the farms in the vicinity. His Dad runs the sugarcane farms and Anthony is in charge of the fruit. Anthony shouts at us constantly whilst we're working - he's quite mean. He calls Harriet and I 'girl'. He would shout "you missed one girl - don't tread over it!". He would shout at everyone "Don't roll them around in mud!" and all sorts. He's an arse. We had lunch around 1230. We had to fill out our tax file forms and give our details so we could get paid. Harriet wanted to give an excuse so that we could go home now. I wanted to do the same but I'm not that sort of person to quit. I'd get through the day and die when I get home. We went back to work and it was worse. The sun was at it's hottest point and I was just burning, literally. I was bathing myself in sun cream whenever I could.  I weren't even rubbing it in anymore, I was leaving it thick on my skin.Our bodies were black from the mud, head to toe. We were soaked from all the sweat. I have no idea how these poor people do this daily. I wish I was a multimillionaire so I could give them money so they didn't have to do this anymore. It's sad because they beg Anthony for work too. Work like this shouldn't be allowed. It's painful. Anthony's Dad joined us for 5 minutes to see the quality of the melons. Anthony was very quiet when he was around. He was like a mouse. Funny that - when he left, he went back to his shouting self. Arse. Again, like the bananas, so much of the fruit is wasted. If it doesn't look right or feel right, he chucks them. I couldn't tell you the amount of fruit chucked out, because it was a ridiculous amount. It made me sad because I hate waste and I wasted ten tonnes of energy picking them up!!!!!! By 1500, I didn't have much more go in me. Steve was knackered too. We were all out of energy and I just couldn't keep up. I couldn't bend anymore to pick them up. They were too heavy. They kept slipping out of my hands. I was stuck deep in the mud, tangled in the vines trying to lift as quickly as possible. My body hated me. Eventually, we were on the last trailer and I've never felt happiness like it. When Anthony shouted "That's enough!", an instant smile appeared on my face. I did it - a whole day. Anthony told us that tomorrow would be a shorter day. Harriet and I said that we had work elsewhere, which wasn't a lie. I was back at the cafe. Steve offered to work tomorrow and I died inside for him. It was torture. I can't even explain to you how difficult it was. I felt like I was on Biggest Loser being sent to the worlds hardest boot camp. We were sitting on the back of the trailer driving back. The guys jumped up and screamed "SNAKE!". They jumped onto the belt in the middle of the trailer. I jumped up, scared and looked around for it. The snake was underneath us and slithered away from us. It was MASSIVE. It was ridiculously fat, long and ugly. You know you're in trouble if all the locals jump up!  They said that it was an Inland Taipan - the most venomous snake in the entire world. The guys kept shouting "that would kill us all in a second!" Luckily, it went away from us, if came towards us, we would've been in trouble. The guys said it should've been killed but there was no way of killing it. What a lucky escape. We got into our boiling hot van and drove away as quickly as we could. We didn't but I wanted too. We got home after half an hour and everyone was outside saying goodbye to Lucy and Danny who were leaving today. We got out of the van and everyone started laughing at the state of us. We were practically black. After we said our goodbyes, we got in the shower. I was in there for ages scrubbing at my skin. The black mud wasn't coming off. My skin felt sore afterwards. Luckily, I wasn't burnt like I thought I was. My skin was glowing red outside which was weird. Maybe it was the reflection, who knows. I told Steve that I was too tired to make dinner but he said he was starving. We made turkey mince with broccoli, carrots, onion, green beans and pepper. The same as last night. It was delicious and I'm glad we did make dinner. I just couldn't move. I couldn't do anything. I've never felt so lethargic in my life. We went to our room around 1830 after washing up and what not. My head was absolutely pounding. We fell asleep straight away. Out like a light.