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Stranded in another universe with no way home, a tinier then usual Danny Fenton, wandered the streets of a crime ridden Gotham.
With a shadow.
Or two.
Danny did NOT mean to help patch up the helmet wearing weirdo strapped with guns.
He just knew how bad stitches would get if done with really shaky hands so he just. Helped out a bit. That's it.
...Maybe his eyes flashed green for like, a millisecond when he sensed the guys gross ecto, and maybe he mentioned to the guy about having died as well, but that was no reason to stalk what looks like a 6 year old!
Danny let out a huff as he felt the other presence following him shift.
Don't even get him started on the stabby child with katana's.
The kid smelled of someone who's been near death, so like, liminal. Probably.
That didn't explain why he was following Danny though. He just. Appeared?
And muttered something about adoption???
He also heard something about a bat????
Danny swears, if this is another rich Fruit Loop situation, he'll join the shades in hiding and turn into a ghost hermit.