Can you,"see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil?"

I watch as the car drives away, heartbroken.

He's always been distant, but it has gotten worse over the past few months. I thought he was finally starting to open up after all this time. He was talking to me, confiding about his secrets, his powers, but then he just leaves. To a father, to a brother, I never knew he had. So when we went to the nasty burger, and he told me, I thought I would have more time. But it's only been a couple weeks, and he's already gone.

Gone where? I don't know, as he didn't say.

What else has he been keeping from me?

Why can't he trust me?

Why wouldn't he tell me that he remembered? He could have told me about his mother. What she did. Why did she leave him there, and what about the rest of them, the rest of his birth family? I would have helped him find them. Nobody said he couldn't have two. So why did he have to leave me without one?

But can he truly call us his family when we weren't even saying his name correctly? I don't even remember him calling himself Danyal; I always thought it was Daniel. I've called him that over and over again for years. Going as far as full naming him when the situation called for it, and he never corrected me. I feel so bad. I can't believe I did that to him. I was such an ass. What kind of big sister am I when I can't even get simple facts correct. I've tried to do right by him, but it wasn't enough. Though that doesn't explain why my every word was second-guessed? I wouldn't lie to him. He's my little brother. He should know when I'm telling the truth.

I just don't understand why he would leave me knowing that he has taken a place in our hearts and our home. Why would he leave me for things just to return to what it used to be? A house with no love, no interaction, just bumps and bangs that go off into the night. A house, not a home, that values science over its children.

Why couldn't he pretend, keep a straight face, and say everything was okay? Why couldn't he just let the problems lie? Why couldn't he stop himself from playing the hero? Why couldn't Mom and Dad's words have been true, just for once?

About the pain.

Because that would mean he was still alive. That would mean that when he got out of that portal, he was still okay, different but okay.

Because then he wouldn't be like this, constantly hurt. By their work, their hunting, and their words. None of that could have been used against him. It wouldn't have made him leave. Why couldn't he let it all blow over? Or better yet, tell them. Things could have been better, they would stop hunting him, and they wouldn't talk bad about him. After all, he's their baby boy. There wasn't a reason for him to be afraid. He could have stayed. We could have stayed family.

Right?

I used to think so, but now I'm not too sure.

If something were to happen to me, or either one of them, and caused us to come back as ghosts, would whoever's left hunt us too?

At the end of the day, Danny's right. This isn't a safe place, but what more do I have? I have a roof over my head. They aren't hurting me, at least intentionally. They've never raised a hand toward me. I know they love me; I know they care. They just need help showing it. Though that doesn't excuse the screams. I hear them all day, all night. The only time they ever stop is when Danny makes them.

Either as Fenton or Phantom.

He's never been one to ignore someone in pain, except for when it's himself. He's put up with so much, but I can't help but be selfish and wish he lasted longer.

I don't want to be alone, not again.

But things don't always turn out how we want in the end. So I'll be stuck here in a literal Ghost Town. Packed with the dead and tourists in over their heads.

Just be safe little Brother, and don't forget me; I'll always be here.

Always.

***

"Hmm, thank you, Lawrence; I'll let the others know. Thank Marie for me as well. Yes, yes, talk to you later," I hang up the phone.

Danny will be coming home, which is great, but earlier than expected. When I contacted Child Protective Services, I thought it would be more of a precaution, but from what Lawrence says, a visit from them was overdue. When they went through the door, there was a variety of weapons scattered across the living room and entryway. Marie put her foot down immediately, taking Danny out of the house. I would think inventors would know about proper weapon safety, or lab safety, for that matter. Who leaves highly sensitive, experimental weaponry out in the open and within reach of children? Or have them clean a lab? The Dr. Fentons, apparently. It doesn't matter if he's a teenager now; 15-year-olds still shouldn't be around them. Let alone be expected to clean up after it. Though their concerns are more than negligence and child endangerment. Lawrence said that he saw Danny flinch away from Maddie when they were arguing.

There aren't many reasons for such a reaction.

I get up from my chair, knees groaning as I stand, and head to the cave. Halfway down the stairs, I'm noticed, " Father, tell Drake to stop referring to Richard as Big D. it is unbecoming."

" I don't know, the replacement has a point," says Jason, " after all, he calls you little D."

"Which would make Danny Baby D," says Tim.

Damien gets in Tim's face, " That is ridiculous Danyal is not a baby. Why would you insinuate as such?"

" Because he's the youngest," says Tim, " I thought it was obvious."

I ignore the boys, take my place at the bat computer, and check the current list of Arkham escapees. Then, seeing nobody in dire need of recapture, kite-man and condiment king can wait for a bit and turn off the computer.

" Boys, have you seen your brother?" I ask as I turn to face them.

" Dickface?" Jason asks.

I send him a light glare.

" What other brother would he mean, Todd? Danyal doesn't count. He hasn't come home yet." Damien says, raising an eyebrow.

Jason chuckles, "just checking B' hasn't gone senile."

Tim rolls his eyes, " Dicks' out with Babs. They went to go check out that carnival who came last week."

"Humm." Did he say when he will be back?

" Around 3, I think. Why?"

I glance at Damien, unsure of how he will take the news, " I heard from Lawrence. There have been complications–"

He cuts me off, " what happened? Is he okay?"

"Can't you, I dunno, shut the fuck up and let the man speak," Jason says, glaring at him.

Tim perks up and yells, " swear Jar," points at Jason, and looks at me expectedly. Before I can correct him, Jason flips off Tim, who throws a shoe that bounces off Jason's head, and hits Damien in the shoulder. None of them let the other's actions slide and tackle their offender, making the cave descend into chaos.

" Boys," I shout, trying to gain their attention, but they don't notice.

I start to get up but stop at the hand on my shoulder, " allow me, Master Bruce," Alfred simply walks forward and clears his throat, " gentleman."

The boys still, Tim hanging off Jason's neck like a koala while Damien is yanking on their hair, and say in unison, " Sorry, Alfred."

I give them a moment to right themselves and continue," Lawrence and a CPS official went to the Fenton's home. They decided it was not a safe environment and removed Danyal immediately. If things process all right, he should be here later this evening or tomorrow morning."

The boys blink at me.

" If things are alright here, I'll go finish off Master Danyals room," Alfred says and starts to leave the cave, catching Damiens' attention.

He looks at me and says, " I shall assist Pennyworth," before scurrying off after him.

Jason is the next one to react. He yells at Damien's back, " what's Baby D's favorite food?"

"I said not to call him that," he grumbles before replying, "he's always like falafel."

Jason takes out his phone and starts scrolling, " I'll double-check what we need for it," and heads up to the kitchen, leaving Tim and I in the cave.

" Hey B,"

" Humm," yes.

" Are you okay?" he asks hesitantly.

" Why wouldn't I be?"

" It's just you've been really quiet about all of this. About Danny."

I brush off his concerns, " I'm fine," he looks like he wants to argue, " why don't you go call Dick and let him know."

Tim crosses his arms, " I know what you're doing, but I'll go call him. Your gonna have to talk to one of us." and walks out of the cave.

I wait until Tim's footsteps cease into silence and put my head in my hands. Twins, not one but two children Talia has kept from me. She tried to kill one of our children, my children. Not even having the decency to tell me about him. I missed 10 years of Damien's life and 15 of Dannys'. I missed most of Damien's firsts, and now I've probably missed all of Danny's. I've missed all of my children's first breaths and steps. I've comforted them during heartache and the loss of loved ones. When they needed a shoulder to cry on, but I've left Danny to cry on his own. I was late to Jason's final moments, to Danny's. I have been late in every way; my children have needed me the most. I'm dragged out of my thoughts by the buzz of my phone–

Dick: Tim told me about Baby D.

Dick: I'll be back within the hour.

I check the time and relax, peace and quiet.