#phych the time was just so i could pull the rug from under you

[siri-ike]

He doesn't even have to think about turning invisible. It's like a fear response by now.

"Hey, kid. Ya here?" A gravely voice emanates from the front door. "It's 12. Ain'tcha hungry?" It's Harvey's voice.

Danny relaxes enough to turn visible again. Which unfortunately turns the tears in his eyes visible, too.

Harvey could have sworn there was no one there a moment ago. But, it's not like the boy just appeared out of thin air.

"Why'ya on the floor?" He tried not to sound too judgemental, but... it is Bullock.

"You're, bh, back." Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.

"Hey, hey. Are you hurt? What's going on?" Harvey sputtered. Jim didn't say anything about crying.

"I, th, thought, some, one, broke, in," He blubbered through quick shallow breaths. Pathetic. If he were back home, he could have held it together. Why was it so much harder here?

"Come on now. My place always looks ransacked. There's nothing to worry about." Harvey has barely gotten through his line before he had his arms full of his weeping houseguest.

It felt so good. Danny hadn't been hugged back like that in years. Sure, jazz sometimes put her arms around him. But Harvey could wrap his whole body in his grasp until not a pice of him was visible to the outside world. It was just like... his dad used to hold him. Mom's never been too physically affectionate, but dad used to pick him up like he weighed nothing. He has solid memories of being carried around all day until he was 4, 5, 6 years old even. He felt so safe back then. He feels so safe right now.

When Danny finally manages to breathe normally, His eyes being red from crying probably makes him look even more creepy. He could hardly blame those joggers for avoiding him. He wiped his face and let's go of his uncle, who took the hint and loosened his grip.

"But, what about the missing USB drive?" His voice is weak.

"Probably just rats." Harvey pasified, "or cockroaches."

That earned the questioning look Harvey was hoping for. "What? Don't believe me? Gotham cockroaches are huge, " He insisted, gesturing the size with his hands to be bigger than Danny's head.

"Heh, or ghosts." Danny giggled.

But detective Bullock is no fool. He noticed the keyhole was lose, the manilla folder for the Stirk case was missing from the windowsill, and all the keys that used to hang by the door were gone. He was sure other things were missing further inside the house. But he could handle that after he got the boy out of there. Besides, it's time for lunch.

Bullock figured they'd get out of there fast so he could send Montoya to investigate his apartment. But no, Danny had to wash his face after all the weeping, then he had to look one more time for the drive, then he stepped in something and had to change his socks. And what could he do? Rush him? He already cleaned the crime scene.

Sweet gesture, terrible timing.

13:45

They finally made it out the door.

The first thing Harvey did when they got in the car was call a 10-12 on the police radio.

"10-12: visitors present. In other words, be discrete." Danny gloated. The police radio was the first thing Tucker hacked as part of team phantom.

"Eh? You know the code. Huh?" Harvey turned the radio down.

In hindsight, it may not have been the best idea to reveal such a suspicious fact.

"Intrested in bein a cop?" Harvey looked rather proud.

What a reasonable assumption. He better not ruin it by saying something stupid.

"I wanna be an astronaut!" The moron confessed as though he wanted to be found out. "I've played all the simulations I could get my hands on." He chirped excitedly. "My mom and teachers keep saying my grades aren't good enough, I'm averaging a C in most of my subjects. Exept math and physics. But I've checked, you don't actually have to be good at all the subjects. You certainly don't have to get good at English. All you need is a masters degree in a STEM field."

"Is that all?" Harvey repeated.

"You also have to pass a bunch of exams. Like the-

Danny didn't even stop to breathe throughout the whole 20 minute ride to the station.

14:07

The police departments in Gotham are very different from the police departments in amity (He may have had to steal ghost hunting equipment back from evidence once or twice or 46 times). The whole building looks over a hundred years old, inside and out. Yet, it's still kinda classy. It's about how he'd imagine the 1920s looking, or even earlier. Like stepping right into the past, which wouldn't be the first time for Danny.

Harvey had an extra chair in front of his desk that clearly wasn't there usually (it was in the way), and once they were sat, it was the perfect time to ask.

"So, Uncle Harvey." Danny said in his surgery, sweet tone. "I believe you mentioned a shooting range." He lied.

"I mentioned no such thing." Bullock defended.

"But let's say you did." Danny, quite possibly, might be the least slick ghost in the living realm (if only because Pointdexter and Skulker are in the ghost zone). "Can we go?"

"We didn't even eat yet," He redirected.

"Pleeease?"

"No! I don't want to send you home with missing fingers." Bullock says, skipping past at least 3 other major reasons why that would be a bad idea.

Danny begrudgingly groaned in agreement. He's not going to mess this up on his first day by sneaking off.

"Look, we've got the whole summer. Prove to me you can keep your cool. Then maybe I can let you near a firearm," Bullock relented despite not being pressed further. "a small one." He added.

Danny perked up, surprised. He sat in stunned silence while his uncle got called into the commissioners office.

Was he just- not going to have to sneak? At all?!? Can this last the whole summer?! Surely he must be planning to trip him somewhere.

He couldn't figure out what it was. But every conversation made Danny want to... listen? To... do what he's told?

"Hey, common. Are you even alive."

"Yes, I'm alive!" Danny blurts out.

"You've been staring at that wall for a solid quarter." A young girl roughly his own age with long blond hair stood in front of him. She had an inquisitive look in her eye. Or accusatory, could go either way.

"Whatcha in for?" She asked with a snark in her voice.

"I'm, uh. No, my uncle works here, I just came with him."

"Don't mean you can't be in trouble." She claimed as she sat down in Harvey's chair, which only made her look even smaller by comparison. "I'm Steph."

"Danny." He hesitated.

"Well, Danny," she leaned in close. "Wanna see the morgue?"

(Let me know if you see any mistakes, I do not proofread these)

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Ps. Next part's going to be a separate post because this one is getting way too long. Still going to have the tag list.

Also.

Does Danny want to see the morgue? Make your case in the comments.

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DCXDP prompt

Summer of change.

Maddie Fenton was many things, and a patient mother of two was only one of them. Here lately, however, Maddie found her patience wearing thin with their youngest child. Now she loved Danny. He was her son, after all, but here lately, his actions and overall dismissive attitude towards everything from his grades to his responsibilities was starting to get to her.

She and Jack had tried everything they could think of to try and get Danny to behave and reconsiderhis actions. From taking away his phone, restricting time with his friends, to full-on grounding him. Nothing seemed to work. They were running out of options, but there was one last thing she wanted to try before, even considering bringing up the suggestion of military school to her husband.

"Hey Jack?" She called to her husband from the living room." Yeah, Madds?" He called back from his position over the kitchen table as he tried to fix the trigger on their latest invention. Hoping that this will be what they'll need to finally catch that ectoplasmic nuisance of a ghost boy.

"Your cousin, the one from Gotham; the one you introduced me to at our wedding. He's a cop, right?"

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Detective Harvey Bullock was a man of little patience and even less tolerance to the kind of nonsense that the usual scum of Gotham City drummed up.

The only times he could ever really recall ever having more patience and tolerance than a saint was when he was growing up with his favorite cousin. So when said favorite cousin called him up out of the blue, asking for a favor, Bullock did little else, then say, "Sure thing," and " anything for you, little Jacky.'

That was how he got roped into looking after his cousins son for the summer. At first, he was hesitant. Asking Jack if he was sure he wanted to do that. After all, he didn't really have much experience with kids( and no, the Bats kids don't count).

But when Jack started telling him about all the trouble his kid was getting into. The arguments, the mysterious bruises, the skipping school, etc. The boy was on the start of a one-way street down to a bad place, and Bullock didn't like it. So he sucked it up and asked his cousin when he could send him.

Now Harvey knew he wasn't a good role model, that Gotham wasn't the safest place for any saine parent to raise a child, let alone send one here; but now that he was told what was going on with Danny. Bullock found himself determined to get the teen to turn over a new leaf. "Who knows," he thought to himself hopefully, "maybe Gotham was the perfect place for him to do it?"