Epilogue

Six Months Later…

Prancing around his room, Danny jammed out to his extremely loud heavy metal. The rough voices of the singers and the almost scratchy tune of the instruments flooding from the stereo didn't match up with the way Danny was dancing around the room. Nevertheless, the teen continued on with his motions, total lack of concern for his reputation showing like a giant, neon sign.

While bouncing around his room, raising the temperature of the bedroom with the rising of his own body temperature, Danny made sure to check his holographic screens for signs of foul play and illegal activity.

Of course, what he was looking at was all foul play and illegal activity but he was searching for the major stuff: big heists, assassinations, world domination kind of stuff.

As he glided by the windows, Danny couldn't help but admire the view of Las Vegas off in the distance, shrouded in moonlight and lit up like a nightlight. The city was in its usual hustle-bustle mood, never slowing but always speeding up. Who knew what crimes were happening at that moment?

The teen didn't ponder it too much. Crime was something that would be around forever. There would always be the rule-breakers, the angry outcasts, the revenge seekers, and the psychos. There were infinite in numbers and the numbers were always growing, even in their infinity.

But just as there would always be sin, the justice-seekers would always be there as well. They'd try to stop crime, always trying so hard, but they'd never see their dream. But at least they still believed in the right thing to do and continued on, living in the false sense of hope that world peace would exist one day.

Danny glided back to his computers, thinking that maybe there might be world peace. One day. A day long from the present but still… One day.

Falling onto his knees, Danny pretended to strum the last chords of the song before whooping and falling onto his back, feet flopping into the air. They landed roughly on the ground again but the teen was smiling happily.

It was good to be back in his old hideout, the apartment that the teen had dubbed his box of secrets way back when, in Las Vegas. It was home, of course. Always had been. His absence had done nothing to damper his wonderful memories of the place.

Danny laid on the ground for the next couple of songs, bobbing his head back and forth happily. The smile on his face was splitting his face in half and almost looked like a grimace. Either way, his dark blue bangs fell into his face and covered his face like one of the troublemakers in Las Vegas High.

And there were a lot of those in Las Vegas High...

The teen, while jamming out on the floor, heard a small thump in the direction of the window (oh, the window…). Danny didn't open his eyes or stop smiling though.

"The door. Use it next time."

"You've been telling me that ever since I've met you. It's not gonna happen."

Danny pouted while he opened his eyes, propping himself up on his elbows. He tilted his head up at his sort-of mentor and made a puppy-dog face, hoping to get the hero to comply to his wishes while silently knowing that his visitor wasn't ever going to give in to his demands.

"No." Batman stated plainly.

"I figured." Danny commented while getting up, dusting himself up and ruffling his long hair up.

"You need a haircut."

"You need lessons on how to walk through a door."

"Just drop the matter already!"

Danny stuck his tongue out at the Dark Knight before pouting again. The eighteen-year-old yelped when his head got slapped, his stunned face quickly morphing into a glare as he stared at Batman with contempt.

Batman rolled his eyes. "Anything new I need to know about?"

Danny shrugged, walking closer to his set of his computers while answering "Nope. Nothing huge has been scheduled over the Net. I told you if I knew anything, you'd be the first to know. Why can't you accept this, you untrusting beast?"

"Remember what happened last month?"

"That was an accident!"

"And the month before that?"

"Ok, that one really was an accident."

"Then what was last month?!" Batman asked, wildly.

Danny shrugged, leaning against his desk casually. "That would be me ignoring another assassination attempt on Luthor. I still can't believe that son of a biscuit survived…"

Ignoring the odd swear, Batman pressed a hand to his face and let out a long sigh. "You know we have to save everyone, right?"

"Seriously? That's so stupid!" Danny yelled.

Batman let out another long sigh. "This really is going to take years…"

"What was that?"

"Nothing. Let's just get the call out of the way." Batman suggested, walking forward to stand beside the teen. Danny huffed but typed a few commands, the words 'Calling: Sailor's Mouth' flashing across the holographic screen.

A few rings later, General Olsen was staring at the screen with his usual grim expression. He said his plain greeting and the three went through the motions they had been repeating every week since the ghost invasion with Batman assuring Olsen that the teen hadn't done anything illegal, Danny making Olsen doubt such assurances, and the general struggling with who to believe.

Batman finally just slapped a hand over Danny's mouth and threw him out into the hallway outside the door, finishing up the video call with Olsen while Danny laughed loudly and hysterically in the hallway. The two mature grownups only rolled their eyes before hanging up.

Batman let Danny walk back into his apartment, tears of laughter streaming down the boy's face. Rolling his eyes, the Dark Knight sighed.

"You know, if you keep ticking him off, he's going to push the last call-in back another six months." Batman commented, hoping to let the teen know he probably should learn to shut his huge mouth.

Danny grinned at his almost mentor. "Oh, I know! And every time we call, I really do plan on behaving. But so many other options present themselves and I throw that plan right out the window, following you…"

Batman rolled his eyes again, walking towards the window. "See you next week, Danny."

"Wait! Batsy!" Danny said, hopping up beside the Dark Knight. "I wanna ask you something and, I swear, it's not sarcastic."

"Yes?"

"Take me to Gotham with you?"

"Why?" Batman asked curiously.

"I wanna see my sister." Danny answered, staring at the Dark Knight with a hopeful expression as he brushed his midnight blue bangs out of his face.

Batman nodded his acceptance without hesitation.

Danny mumbled a 'yes' before grabbing a go-bag and following eagerly after his sort-of mentor. The two chatted all the way back to Gotham, the teen not having any self-restraint when it came to his mouth. Batman tried to teach Danny some etiquette but that didn't work out as well as he thought it would.

Once in Gotham, Danny hung out with Double A again (though he knew his name was Alfred) until the teen knew his sister would be home from work. Once the sun started setting, he snuck into the Bat-Cave and wrote a quick note for Batman and Alfred.

Done with that, Danny hijacked the Bat-Cycle and zoomed out, just as the newly costumed Batman ran in.

Seeing the note, the Dark Knight read over it before throwing it behind him, sighing and shaking his head, though proud Danny managed to hijack his cycle.

Zooming through the streets of Gotham, Danny whooped and hollered. The bike under him was so much more awesome than the one he owned. The blue lights on the sides made him like a blue streak as he raced by cars and everyone made sure to give 'the Dark Knight' some space as he zipped by.

Pulling into an alleyway and hiding the bike with its hologram-generator, Danny hopped off and slipped out of the alley. He looked across the street and looked at the townhouse across the street. He took a deep breath before jaywalking across the street (in his irritating way) and hopping up the steps to the door. Knocking, Danny waited for someone to answer.

It took only a few seconds for someone to be alerted of his presence outside. The sounds of locks being undone rang out and the door quickly opened, Jazz behind the door with her glasses on her face.

Seeing the visitor she had, Jazz's eyes went wide and she quickly hugged the boy. Danny eagerly hugged her back, face being buried in her chest.

Jazz pulled away first, cupping her hands on Danny's face with a smile and teary eyes. The eighteen-year-old smiled up at her, placing his own hands over his sister's. The woman jerked her head for the boy to follow her inside, taking his hand and tugging.

Danny followed behind his sister willingly, stepping into the house and shutting the door behind him. Jazz, still holding his hand, led him into the living room, where all the occupants instantly looked up to see who Jazz had brought with her.

The teen first noticed her husband. The man, named Robert (or so said his file), had graying black hair with intense green eyes. He wore a pale blue button-up shirt with tan khakis. He wore no shoes but his socks were white with plain grey accents. A pair of glasses surrounded his green eyes, a curious expression lying within them.

Next, Danny noticed the two kids sitting on the ground. One was a girl, named Kellie. She had black hair, like her father, but her mother's bright teal eyes. The boy, named Levi, was the opposite with orange hair and green eyes.

The two children stared up at the unexpected visitor with their own curious eyes, hands in mid-air while they held their toys in their slack grip.

The last two people Danny noticed were his parents, sitting in two chairs in the back. Both pairs of eyes were wide in shock and they couldn't comprehend any other emotion to go along with it.

Upon seeing them, Danny's eyes darkened and he straightened his lax posture. Defense would be the first word one would think of when looking at the boy.

Jazz put a hand to Danny's back, instantly relaxing him again. The two looked at each other, icy blue eyes staring up into a calmer teal. Jazz patted the boy's shoulder and his dark expression faded. Looking back to the two in the back of the room, Danny let a humorous smile slip onto his lips and said "I hope you all have popcorn because this is going to be quite a show, folks."

I'm so happy with this ending. I wrap everything up but leave the option for a sequel open, if I ever get the motivation to do so. I'm happy. I make no promises on a sequel though. Just sayin'.

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Reviews:

Eirena Gaia: :D Aw, dude, that means so much to me! I'll probably do another criminal-Danny thing in the future so yeah~!

Roselin: You have~! I wuv you~! :D

HalfaWitchPhysicGirl: It's ok! It's ok! *hands you tissue* It's just a story! XD

KuriMaster13: XD I could do that sometime.

Sarra Torrens: Haha! Isn't that wonderful?

Bibliophoia: You're right. It will take years. Many, many years... And that's pushing it. XD ...I never thought of the Kitty thing like that. Thanks for that! :D

YumiStar: You forgot unforgiving and more than enough brutal but he'll be good. XD

Expergiscimini: XD I'm glad you had fun and I plan on it! WOO!

Anime Hotty Lover. 18: ...NO, OH LORD NO!

Scheffelman: Here is the epilogue! XD

Shadow: He can be a moron, right? XD Danny playing with Olsen's mind is always interesting.

Ninuhuju: ...that's why I don't recognize it. XD

IWasNeverReal: That's cause Supes don't know Danny like Bats does. XD

16ckelman: It takes a lot of willpower but he does get it done. XD I don't see his brutality rate lowering anytime soon...

Bibbledoo: No, Danny ain't dyslexic. I would've told you. And I think I've got enough backstory covered. :)

Poohbearmorris: :D Aww, that means so much to me! You have no idea how happy I feel! :DDDD