MygoshwhathaveIdone

This is like, a break from my other story. This plot has been stuck in my head for 5 minutes and if I don't write it immediately, the idea will completely vanish so yeah. Besides, I'm pretty sure this is the very first story where Dick is Danny's real father.

Yeah, Jazz is also dead but I may or may not bring her back as a ghost. Oh and you may be wondering; Yes. Danny is still a Halfa in this.

Important note: Like Fix You, this is also inspired by another fanfic. What inspired me to write this is the epic story of KodiakWolfe13's fanfic; The Abused

Go read it and love it, I swear it'll be worth your time. I'm pretty sure I read it for the 100th time, same goes with it's sequel, Those Teen years.

Ages? Sure why not:

Danny: 5

Dick: 23 (what the hell Dick? You were 18 when you did IT?)

Jason: 20

Tim: 15

Damian: 12

Another very important note: This will be updated if I need a break from Fix You. So I don't know when the next update will be; I guess when this has like, 5 or 10 reviews? I don't know. I mean, school is coming very close for me. So my stories will be in HIATUS on June 20th, depends.

Enjoy while you can~

Disclaimer: I do NOT own the cover image used, DC Comics, or Danny Phantom


"WHAT!?"

The social worked sighed, "I'll explain this once again, Mr. Grayson. According to Madeline Fenton's Will is that, if she ever passed away, her children will be turned in to your custody."

Dick sighed and gripped the phone tighter, "Right, right. And how many children does she have?" He prayed that he wouldn't have to deal with twins. After accidentally going into a website about parenthood, he learned that twins were the hardest to raise without getting addicted to aspirin.

"She has a daughter and a son. Apparently, her daughter belongs to her deceased husband who also passed away while the son is yours."

Dick gulped, 'How am I gonna explain this to Bruce? I don't actually have a choice, do I? I mean, I can't just let him live in an orphanage. And if any of the orphanages are full, there's a huge chance that he'll grow up in a Juvenile Institute which I will not allow.'

He sighed deeply and nodded his head, even if the social worker couldn't see it. "Alright, where is he now and when is the soonest I can pick him up?"

"Daniel is currently at Amity Park, Illinois. We can ready the papers by tomorrow. Are you sure you can handle raising a child, Mr. Grayson?"

"...I'm sure."


"Okay, Dick. Pull yourself together! It's just a kid, I'm good with kids! I practically raised Jason, Tim, and Dami! Yeah, that's right! I'm way more cooler than Bruce when it comes to kids!" Dick reassured himself as he paced around his rather spacious apartment. It had all the necessities; sky blue colored walls, carpeted floors, 2 bedrooms, a bathroom, a living room complete with a sofa, coffee table, and flat screen T.V, and a kitchen with a fridge, stove, oven, microwave and etc. He was grateful that his foster father still supported his financial needs.

He sat down on the sofa and stared at his phone on the coffee table. "Should I call Babs...? What if she hates me!?" The young man groaned and sunk lower on his seats. He rubbed his temples as he took in deep breathes. "Yeah, I should call her and ask for advice."

Gulping, he picked up his phone and dialed his longtime friend's number.

Ring

Ring

Ring

Ri-"Dick?"

"Uh, hey Babs! What's up?"

"Nothing much. What about you? You sound stressed."

"..."

"Dick? You there?"

"..."

"Hellooo? Dick I swear if you hit your head again, I'll-"

"I'm pregnant."

"...what?"

Dick mentally slapped himself and shook his head frantically. "No! I mean, yes! I mean...! Augh, Babs it's... Remember Maddie?"

"You're classmate from college?"

"Yeah..."

"The one who you got together with for a year or so?"

"Uh-huh..."

"...you impregnated her, didn't you?"

Dick sniffed tearfully, "I'm sorry! I can't remember what happened! I think I was drunk-blame Jason for indirectly corrupting me!"

Barbara sighed from her end of the line. "Dick, calm down. I'm not mad, I get it that these kind of things happen. Just calm down before you decide to cry in the shower while eating a pint of ice cream... Now tell me; is it a boy or girl?"

"A boy."

"Name?"

"Daniel James Fenton... or rather, Grayson."

"Hm, cute name. How old is he?"

"5 years old."

"Anything else I need to know?"

"He's in Amity Park, Illinois. I'm planning on picking him up a few days later after I buy all the kid stuff... What do kids need again?"

Barbara sighed dramatically. "My gosh, Dick! After all these years of raising the other idiots, you're getting old."

Dick huffed, "Hey! I'll have you know I'm at the proud age of 23!"

"Mmhm, sure. Anyway, what you'll need for a 5 year old kid are pretty simple and basic; his own room, toys, and healthy food as well as a bit of sugar, like cereal."

"Okay, but what about Nightwing?"

"Duh, babysitter."

"But what if I endanger him!? What if... What if I'll become a horrible father? What if I'll die and-"

"Dick! For the love of Gotham, calm your tits down! Dick, you did a good job at raising the other dummies in masks. Even though Jason is a bit on the homicidal side, he still has a soft spot that came from you. Dick, you'll be a great father and we'll be there for you."

Dick sighed and smiled. "Thanks Babs, I knew I could count on you."

"Oh, you better believe it. Oh, and you better raise my future nephew right or I'll show everyone that picture where you-"

"I GET IT!" He grumbled when he heard Barbara laugh.

"Alright, alright. I better go, my dad's calling me. Good luck, Daddy Nightwing." Dick then put down his phone when Babs ended the call. He leaned back in his seat and gave a nervous smile.

"Daddy Nightwing... It has a nice ring to it."


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