Avoiding Past And Future

(84) Misplaced 17

november vaguely somewhere the 6th, afternoon....maybe

To nobody's surprise, Danny remained asleep for a good day or two. Slowly healing, they could see the improvements. Though not all too visible from the outside, they were promised his internal injuries were faring much better than it looked. Frostbite warned them that the effects of the flowers Klarion used were slowing his initial healing.

His entire body was still marred with the green scars, even as a human they shone through the layers of skin. There wasn't an inch of his body that didn't have some type of marking on it, his arms and legs being the worst of them.

The team of medical yeti who swarmed the Batcave were less than impressed when Bruce tried to refuse their help. Even if the man was only human, they insisted on helping, just like they did for Dick and Zatanna. Though they were less than trusting towards the girl at first, after Frostbite's reassurance they performed their duties with great care. Leaving a list of daily check ins for Alfred, they felt comfortable enough to return to the Far Frozen after everybody was treated to their best abilities.

They only found out on day two that a certain somebody was messing with the time. Going outside felt like the person never left for those within the Manor grounds. It wasn't until they noticed the grandfather clock down in the cave that Alfred had insisted on wasn't moving that they figured something was messing with them.

The visit of a certain undead gentleman also helped clear things up.

James Craddock came to the Manor on the first day, hovering, lurking. There but not making his presence known. He stayed near Danny the most, only moving when Alfred offered him a cup of tea or when Frostbite convinced the man Danny needed to rest in peace. Dick tried to ask him why, but he refused to talk to anybody. Invisible eyes lingering on Danny's sleeping form.

The only thing they managed out of him was that he vowed to return every few hours. Report on anything important within the city so long as the family rested within their dwellings. Though they weren't certain why he offered to be so helpful, it felt oddly comforting.

James wasn't one to cause trouble, at least not too often in Gotham. When he felt up for it, he preferred traveling to other cities for his escapades, leaving his final resting place undisturbed for the most part.

Zatanna had stayed, offered a room in the home while they figured things out for her. With her father now indisposed, Bruce quickly set up everything needed to keep her childhood home safe as well as any and all assets Giovanni left to her. The option of a hero's funeral was floated around for a little until eventually deciding against it. He wasn't gone, both Phantom and Dr. Fate had confirmed so. It would be bad energy to hold a funeral of any kind for a soul still walking the mortal plane.

Though she was a guest at the manor, she helped where she could. It was somewhat therapeutic, being able to be of use.

Frostbite easily confirmed Dick had, somehow, managed to break his ankle clean in half. With his limited human physiology knowledge he managed to set the bone and kept him in a cast. Zatanna insisted on helping him heal through magic. Though it wasn't a magical fix, it did help speed up the process significantly. With big blue eyes looking up at him, even Bruce had to relent in letting her help him heal even just a little.

When Danny finally awoke, long awaited answers finally came to light. Mostly of what exactly happened when he went into the helmet, compared to what everybody else watched happen on the outside. While comforting to know her father chose to back up her friend in the end, it was a whole lot more murky when thinking about what could have happened if Arthur hadn't stepped in and taken over the scene when Bruce dipped.