#bonus points if the only reason danny gets caught is because he got sick and was fast asleep in his bed

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Alright you asked for this. Literally.

Danny discovered he really liked stealing. It wasn't always easy but it was fun and there was nothing quite like the adrenaline rush he got from narrowly avoiding capture from one of the bats. The bats were heroes like he used to be, but instead of using powers most of them used gadgets and cunning to defeat thier bad guys all while wearing- admittedly tasteful- fursuits.

Gotham was a strange city in an even stranger world, and while he still sometimes wondered how Amity Park was doing without him he had no plans on returning to that hellhole. furniture. Would never return to Amity, even if the people apologized profusely and begged for him to save them. No one had any way of finding him either, between the necklace he made that blocked his ecto-signature and the fact he had chosen a dimension that wasn't directly connected to the ghost zone there wasn't any chance of his past catching up to him whether former friend or foe.

Still, he needed somewhere to live.

Lucky for him there was an absolute himbo in a giant mansion with like, nine hundred kids with black hair and blue eyes. If this guy was anything like his dad than he probably wouldn't even notice him without the resemblance. The thought made him chuckle a bit.

The kids that Bruce the Billionaire had actually adopted might be a problem though. Some of them seemed extremely competent, which usually means Danny will have to break out the med kit.

Still, Danny didn't survive this long as a halfa without being a absolute menace and was planning on just walking in through the front door in broad daylight. Ya know...to test the security. He didn't bother with the gate and just decided to do one of those fancy flips he learned from watching Nightwing to get over it. After that all he needed to do was literally walk in through the front door and from there find the kitchen. 'C'mon Fenton' He thought to himself, 'Act like you belong'

The kitchen was easy to find, in part due to the horrible smell of whatever was cooking, or rather burning, in the oven. Danny quickly grabbed some food from the fridge and made his way upstairs to where he thought the bedrooms might be.

He turned invisible a few times when he felt the other kids nearby and he swears he the one in the red shirt was staring right at him. Danny nervously gave a little wave but the guy didn't react, nor did he show any indication that he saw it. He just continued to stare suspiciously in Danny's direction.

"Jason! What are you doing?" One of the younger ones called out, "Are you really that scared of losing?" Jason finally looked away from Danny to retort, "There's nothing for me to be afraid of Blondie. I'm going to crush all of you!" And with that he joined the others in what Danny guessed was a game room.

He made his way to an uninhabited part of the mansion near one of the towers. He wanted to be able to sneak in at night on the rare occasions some stars would be visible. Maybe he can steal a telescope later? It was something to consider.

This was all going a little to well. Danny had already begun setting up his bedroom and hanging his- mostly stolen- wardrobe up in the closet when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching his new little haunt. Danny hid in the closet, turning his clothes invisible along with himself just as he heard the door to his new room open.

The footsteps lead directly to his hiding place when the person decided to speak, "I know you're in there." Danny recognised the voice as belonging to that Jason guy, "You should come out now."

Danny made no move to do so. Or anything else really. Seconds passed by feeling like minutes before Jason opened the closet door and found...nothing. Just an empty closet. Still, he continued to stare at the spot the weird energy was coming from. The pits were rolling inside his chest but they weren't angry. It was weirder than that.

It was like the pits wanted to grab whatever was very much not there and whisk it away to his main safe house and keep it there under his protection.

But there was nothing there

Out of frustration he waved his arm out in front of him, but all he felt was cool air. Growling to himself he turned around and left the closet muttering to himself about going crazy.

Danny waited until the footsteps retreated down the hall before shakily letting out the breath he'd been holding. Crap. That was close. One day and he was almost caught. Maybe this was a bad idea.

He decided he would stick around anyway because what were they going to do if they did find him anyway? Call the cops? He'd be gone long before the cops arrived and could easily steal his stuff back from the evidence lockers. He wasn't a normal human or a meta, he was untouchable. The only reason he was hiding was because he didn't want to live in an environment where he was unwanted and disliked. Never again. They can't hate him if they don't know he exists.

Even with these thoughts running through his head he remained invisible as he snuck back into the kitchen hours later. This time the smell coming from the oven was heavenly. Danny floated past the older guy that was cooking on the stove and stuck his head through the fridge door to search through it without opening it and alerting the butler. Swiping some leftovers and carrots he quickly retreated back to his temporary room.

Later he decided use his intangibility to hide his clothes in the walls incase Jason came back searching for him or the butler came in to clean. He also decided to pick another room to sleep in after tonight in case someone got too suspicious.

The next day brought with it a shower and plans to steal a few beds from the mattress stores because as much as he adored the comfortable bed in the room he had broken into it would be a little too suspicious if it just disappeared. He planned on picking a few of the rooms people rarely went into and again just stashing them in the walls.

A gasp came from behind him as he entered the kitchen. Crap. He had been so caught up in his thoughts that he let his invisibility drop. Turning around, he recognized the person as Tim Drake, the teenage ceo of Wayne enterprises.

Time to bs his way out of a situation. "Hello Tim."

Tim seemed more than a little shaken up, though that probably wasn't helped by the facts Tim's eyebags had luggage of thier own. "Who are you?"

Without thinking Danny responded with the first thing that came out of his mouth, "You're dreaming. I'm your subconscious."

What.

"What?" Tim echoed his thoughts, just as perplexed as Danny was at what he just said. Unbeknownst to Tim, Danny let his aura surround himself. Ghost could create illustrations and after images very easily and wrapping his aura around himself or others could allow his targets to see whatever they wanted to see, even if Danny didn't know what it was that they were seeing. "This is your dream and I'm essentially just a figment of your imagination. If you don't believe me then why not change my form?"

Tim squinted at him and Danny felt the aura flutter and shift and the other guys eyes widened. "Well?"

"What do you want?"

"For one, I want you to sleep more." Danny said casually. Just because he was an intruder didn't mean he couldn't care about the people who he kinda lived with.

"My subconscious appeared before me in a dream to tell me to get a proper sleep schedule?" Tim asked, incredulous.

Danny shrugged, "I understand you're busy." Danny did. Caring for a company is hard, even for people much older and more experienced than him. "But you need to take care of yourself too. You won't be able to do a lot if you're stuck on bed rest."

Tim frowned but didn't argue, "Is that all?"

Danny shook his head, absently wondering what form Tim had given him, "I doubt you'll do it, but please look into therapy." He had heard the butler mention it once and Danny wholeheartedly agreed that everyone needed therapy. Though he might be a bit biased thanks to growing up with Jazz.

Tim just stared at him wide eyed, looking like he was about to have a mental breakdown. Danny decided he really didn't want to have the whole family rush in to ask him what was happening and blow his cover. So he hugged Tim and whispered that he was loved and charished before quickly overshadowed him, causing him to fall asleep, then flew them invisibly through the ceiling to a common room and sat Tims body on the couch and left him there to "wake up" from his strange dream.

Danny was rather proud when he discovered Tim attended his first therapy appointment.

I saw bones doing this and thought it looked fun, so I wanted to try it with some stuff I came up with off the top of my head.

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Putting the Cat in Catastrophe Chapter 3

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Summary:  Danny Fenton has just escaped from a secret government testing facility and runs straight into Andrew Riter - a busybody librarian who seems to be obsessed with helping a stray black cat - said stray black cat happening to be Danny himself. The Government gets interested when they find out a seemingly ordinary human can shapeshift into different animals. Danny just wants to return to his family and try to find his lost memories, but he’s having a hard time doing so when he’s finding less and less reasons for leaving Andrew’s side. He couldn’t tell anyone his secret - not again - but… But why did he want to trust this man so badly? (Iambic Prose) (Shapeshifter Danny AU)

Warning: This story will have references to laboratory testing, mentions of vivisections, blood, wounds, character trauma, and things of a similar sort. Most mentions of such things will be vague, but there will be heavy mentions of it and warnings at the beginning of chapters when it gets explicit.

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Chapter Three

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"I suppose if I miss lunch with Randy he'll be even more worried. He'll probably even try to move back in with me, again." Remembering the hell that came from sharing an apartment with his overbearing and well-concerning brother last time, Andrew groaned and pushed himself to his feet before looking down to the bedraggled scrap of fur still curled up in his arms. "You'll remind me to stop by and get my meds filled, won't you?"

There was a sound between a meow and a purr, Andrew choking on a laugh as he threaded his fingers through the wet black fur. "I've fallen rather far already, so I might as well ask. Would you like to come to lunch with me? You'll have to meet my brother, but he usually pays for lunch and, if nothing else, it's free food that isn't alive and moving."

The cat in his arms seemed to study him for a long few moments before collapsing, rather dramatically, and near falling out of his arms. As soon as Andrew was sure he wasn't about to actually fall and hit the ground, he was choking on a laugh. "You're a dramatic little thing, aren't you?" He was going to take the loud, wild murr sound as an agreement. Besides, if that noise was supposed to be an argument, then it just proved his point about the dramatism. "Come on, then."

Shifting the cat into one arm, Andrew braced the umbrella over them with his other as he began walking through the streets. Memorial Day meant there was a fair amount of traffic running back and forth, but other than that there was absolutely no one out walking - not that Andrew could blame them. They were probably smart enough to check the weather forecast before going outside.

Jeez, it was bad enough that even with the umbrella they were still getting wet. He supposed a cheap little thing could only do so much against wind like this. Ugh. The last dying storms of May always seemed the worst. It was like winter was giving them one last 'present'. It- Well, Andrew could understand why others disliked winter as they did, that was for sure. Maybe-

A sharp meow jerked him out of his thoughts, Andrew looking down in bewilderment the exact second a gust of wind tore through town and ripped away his umbrella and left a nice gash on his palm from one of the prongs snagging him. Hissing at the pain, Andrew quickly curled around the now screeching cat, shifting and moving to get his coat open enough for the little thing to curl up against his, somewhat dry, chest.

"Hey, hey, we're alright. Just a bit of rain and wind." There was another loud screeching noise and Andrew was pretty sure he was being yelled at by a cat. How delightful a day, so far. "Alright, a bit more than just a bit, but it's really not that bad. You had better not be blaming your bad luck either, petit chaton." Andrew tapped at the little thing's nose, grinning at the snuffle. "I had bad luck long before I met you."

Making sure the kitten was reassured enough to curl up to him and settle down, Andrew squinted up through the downpour as he shielded his hurt hand as much as possible. While walking six blocks to the cafe he and Randy ate at was never a difficult thing to do, today it felt like nothing more or less than a biblical journey.

Any dry spots he had left on him were mercilessly soaked to where he felt like he was wading through the ocean. It was only the little black bundle of fur pressed against his chest that kept him from breaking down in the middle of the streets and screaming at God and hadn't he been punished enough-

"Andrew?!" The shout of his name was barely even heard, but Andrew didn't fight it as he was jerked inside an open door and- Oh.

"Bonjour, Amy. Doing well, I hope?" Their usual server, and long time friend, was looking at Andrew as if he had just crawled out of a sewer. He certainly felt it, so he couldn't blame her. "I know what you're thinking, but it really isn't bad-"

"You look like hell. You look like every religion's version of hell- You look like the hell that the religions who don't have hell would say hey, you look like hell." Waiting for Amy to breath, Andrew quickly jumped in.

"Honestly, it's not that bad. I just got caught in the rain when it really started hitting. See? Just a little wet it all!"

"Just a little- Is that blood on your hand? Randy!" Oh, no. "And hide that cat, you know the manager hates even seeing service animals in here." How the hell- "Cat tail."

"Yes, well, shut up." Tucking the kitten more out of sight, Andrew looked up and almost had heart failure as he met Randy's gaze. He had five seconds to regret his life before he was caught up in a hug tight enough that had him squeaking and had the cat giving a startled shriek of a noise. It did help in getting Randy to let go of him, though, so that was good.

"Okay, first question, what the hell was that?" 'First.' As his bundle of dirty fur poked his head out of the coat and hissed at Randy, Andrew gave a tired giggle. He did need sleep soon, didn't he?

"It's a long story." Startling at the dry towel that fell over his head, Andrew blinked to see Amy carrying a whole armful of fluffy white towels.

"Good. You can explain while we dry your stupid ass off. Honestly, walking around in this without an umbrella- And how did you mess your hand up?"

"Ah, yes, that. Well, it's an explanation as to where my umbrella went." Andrew ignored the glare as he held his hand out to Randy's probing fingers, not even able to drudge up the energy to roll his eyes when his brother had his hurt hand dried off, wiped clean, and wrapped in bandages in a heartbeat. Paranoid, he was.

"Winds that bad, huh," Randy snorted, using the towel to gently dry Andrew's hair before grabbing another one, distracting the cat with a bit of clicking and hand movement, and then snatching him up into the towel. He then quickly gave him back to Andrew.

"Oh, yes, give me the murderous ball of fluff." The cat looked less murderous and more confused, though. Andrew would have liked to comfort him, but Amy was already patting down at his back.

"You're a matching pair. Twins, maybe." Mm. "Come on, I already ordered for us." As the two nudged him along, Andrew allowed himself a small sigh. If nothing else was right in his shit life, at least he had a great big brother and wonderful friends. Well. The plural of that last part could be debated, he supposed, depending on the day and friend he was dealing with. "You had better not get sick, either. Really, Andy, I deal with animals, not humans - and I'm not about to be the next Doolittle."

"Actually, depending on which iteration you're talking about, that was a medical doctor who became a veterinarian." Andrew was pushed down into his seat for his troubles. "Seeing as you deal with animals, however, I might just have a new patient for you."

"Yeah, you know, I kind of noticed," Randy snorted, throwing a few more towels on Andrew before he took his own seat. "I think that's the most sickly, bedraggled little thing I've ever seen." Said 'sickly, bedraggled little thing' promptly hissed at Randy and managed to wiggle a paw out to flex claws at him. "Cute."

"Isn't he?" Andrew grinned, grabbing the paw and giving it a little shake. He was honestly surprised he wasn't scratched for that, but he was more amused by the cat's once more confused expression.

"Sorry, I'm a little distracted because you're holding a cat. A black cat. Andy, frérot, don't you have enough bad luck as it is?"

"Oh, please. You and I both know what a silly superstition that is. Honestly, just because a few people in a colony thought they were the servants of witches we now have-"

"Blue eyes." Snapping his mouth shut, he looked to Randy, Andrew swallowing at the look that was very close to pitying. "Andy, your cat there has blue eyes."

Not having a response to that one, Andrew looked down as their food arrived. Shoving his fork around his dry chicken salad, Andrew picked out a few smaller pieces of chicken before beginning to feed the cat still wrapped up in a towel in his lap. It was a bit sad to see there was no suspicion at the food and instead the cat was gulping it down as fast as possible.

He got through four pieces before Randy finally sighed. "Alright, alright, I'll schedule some time to take a look at him tomorrow. He probably just needs a round of shots and maybe some antibiotics." Ah. The cat was hissing again. "Hey, I'm taking time out of my schedule and money out of my clinic to look at you. You had better appreciate it."

"Isn't that illegal to take money from the clinic?" This time Randy was the one to give a long silence. "If you go to jail again-"

"Hey, last time wasn't my fault!"

"Just like the first, second, and third time weren't your fault?"

"They weren't. I just had some bad influences in my life is all."

"Bad influences! You broke into at pet store and freed all the pets!"

"I found them all homes, didn't I?"

"Randy-"

"So, what are you going to name him?" Oh, look, something that managed to shock him into silence. He was surprised Randy had managed to ask him something so stupid. "Well, you're keeping him, aren't you?"

"Wha- Since when did I say I was keeping him! I have no plans on keeping him and so giving him a name would be superfluous at best and-" Pausing as he felt something hit his fingers, he glanced down to see that the cat had pushed his plate closer to him and was now giving him a judging look. He then went back to nudging the plate and didn't stop until Andrew cautiously took a bite of food.

Across from him, Randy started laughing. Brat. "I like this cat already if he can get you to eat your food!" Please. Andrew was never that bad. Usually.

"It's ridiculous." Andrew took another bite even as he fed the little thing another scrap of chicken. He seemed to make sure Andrew was really eating before taking the bite of food himself. It had Andrew remembering something he didn't want to remember. "D… Danny." The cat in his arms went still for some odd reason, but Randy going silent across from him was what had Andrew looking at the table and rambling.

"It's a good name for a cat, don't you think? Danny? It's certainly not a bad name. Nothing like Snuffles or Snowball or Coal or anything stupid like that. It could be a good name. Okay, so-"

"Danny sounds like a great name, Andy." Glancing up to see his brother's smile, Andrew gave a weak little one back as he fed… As he fed Danny another scrap of chicken. Poor thing was still looking exhausted if he was near limp in his arms now.

"I suppose I'm still not ready to let it all go, am I?" Five years. It had been five years and yet still- Well. Maybe it would be nice to think of someone else when he heard that name. He wasn't sure how effective that would be, though. Black hair and bright blue eyes.

Sighing softly to himself, Andrew bowed his head. He really had been doomed from the start in all of this.

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"Randy? Can you come here?" Feeling more than seeing his brother rush over, Andrew carefully continued to peel Danny out of the towel around him - the towel that was no longer white. "Is he bleeding?"

"Fuck, you sure know how to pick them if he is." Randy was inspecting Danny at once, the poor thing too tired to do much more than make a pathetic growling noise. "He definitely was. Most of it is scabbing over, but those are some nasty wounds… You have tomorrow off?"

"Wha- Oh, yes." Taking a moment to make sure it was indeed Tuesday tomorrow, Andrew gave a nod. "Yes, I have it off."

"Bring him by around eleven or so, okay?" That bad, then. "For tonight just keep him from moving too much, don't let him jump or run around, and make sure he gets plenty of water. No water or food after midnight, though, okay? I don't know how much he'll need done tomorrow."

"Got it." Andrew tucked the towel back around Danny, shifting him in his arms so he was more comfortable. "Can you pay for the towel, too?"

"You're something else." What was that supposed to mean! "Yes, Andy, I'll pay for the towel, too. Now go home, will you? You're making me near cry just looking at you."

"Mother and I could say the same about you," Andrew sniffed, turning on his heel and choosing to take Danny's strange noise as a laugh. "Danny agrees with me, too!"

"Doesn't he always?" Heh. Guess he wasn't the only one who couldn't leave it all behind. "Go cuddle up with a book, nerd."

"Try not to wind up in jail again!" Poking his head out of the cafe, Andrew sighed in relief as he saw the rain had finally stopped. "See? Our bad luck isn't so bad." Looking around, Andrew jumped as he felt the pricking of teeth against his hand that hand the bandage on it. Danny wasn't biting, but he was certainly getting his attention. "What? Are you bleeding again? Am I?"

After a few moments of nothing else happening, and not seeing any blood, Andrew looked back up to start off towards home before he felt the 'bite' again. "I can't read minds, you-" Ah. "You're reminding me to get my medicine." The teeth left him and Danny gave a soft purr. "Well, you at least can earn your keep, I suppose."

It was probably coincidence, but… It was nice to think that someone else was helping him remember the important things. "Right. First my medicine, and then we can go home." Maybe his luck really wasn't so bad.

[snekullent]

#poll#tim is going to be so upset when he finds out that danny isnt actually his subconscious#tim: I went to theropy because of you!#the rest of the batfam: ?!?!?!?!#danny: youre welcome :D#this can be dead on main#you can change dannys age to be whatever#lmao danny at one point tries to gaslight brucie wayne into believing he wasnt real too#it didnt work but bruce pretended it did#the cameras dont work around danny and bruce is confused#bonus points if the only reason danny gets caught is because he got sick and was fast asleep in his bed#and Jason straight up kidnaps him and brings him home to care for him#dannys a bit shaken but theres a handsome ghost taking care of him with tasty soup so hes not complaining#the first break in <3#yall can continue this if you want im going to go get lunch

I saw bones doing this and thought it looked fun, so I wanted to try it with some stuff I came up with off the top of my head.