All the dabbles I have posted on my DC x DP account. Under a read more due to how long it is. Broken into three categories:
Multi-parts - Dabbles that have more than one part written.
One-shots- Dabbles with only one part written.
Requests- Dabbles written for the requests of readers. (Note: If a request is for a continuation of the other two categories, they will be filed in Milti-parts)
Master Post 1 Link
Master Post 2 Link
Master Post 3 Link
Master Post 4 Link
Completed AUs Master Post Link
NSFW (+18 ) Link
Fanart for my Fanfic Master Post Link
Shards Aus
Please read the indexes to determine which master post each au is filed in.
As of 5/10/2026: The newest stuff is inside of Master Post 4
(Updated as of 5/10/2026 Stop on One-Shot: The Forgotten Part 1)
Dick: What are we going to do? Half the world is on fire, and the Justice League is gone.
Jason: Plus our resources are dwindling fast. With all the refugees we've been taking in, we'll all go hungry in a month.
Tim: We're out of guns, out of men, and out of options. If only we could go back in time and change everything.
Duke: That's a great idea Tim. I'll arrange it.
Cass: I'm sorry. You'll arrange it?
Duke: Yeah, I got a guy who can help.
Damian: This isn't something as simple as you calling your cake guy! Father is dead! The world is ending!
Duke: Okay, first of all, my time travel guy is also my cake guy, so it is that simple. Second, when Danny takes us back in time, we will save Bruce, save the world, and we'll have an amazing three-layer cake to celebrate.
Dick: Wait, the cake guy was real?
Duke: Yeah why wouldn't he be?
Tim: It's just that you would call him up at the oddest of times. Like that time when you called him at 3 am because you wanted coffee while on patrol and needed something to pair it with.
Duke: I get cravings when someone messes up my sleep schedule. Sue me!
Jason: Duke's bad eating habits aside, this time travel mission might be just what we need. The only reason we lost was that Earth was taken by surprise. If we go back and prevent the tragedy or even buy the past heroes time, we can save our world.
Duke: I'll dial Danny now
Cass watching him step away to make a call: Is this the same Danny, from Fenton Pastries?
Damian: Does it matter?
Cass: It does. He was trying very hard to get Duke's attention. I'm pretty sure he was attempting to seduce him with cake.
Dick: Was he successful?
Cass: No. Duke's only real love is bread.
Tim: Then we keep that to ourselves so the pastry chef/ time master helps us out as quickly and as effectively as possible.
Duke: Good news! Danny is on his way with Clockwork amulets and cake slices for us all! Isn't he the best? A true friend! Heck, he's practically family, like a brother!
Tim: Would a vaguely necrophilic entanglement with the Ghost King, Phantom, make the situation better? Probably not. But how much worse can it realistically get. Let's go, tortured love affair.
One paragraph challenge: Someone from Amity Park moves to Gotham and gains Bruce's disdain
Bruce Wayne narrows his eyes, staring daggers across the room at a man who wasn't even looking up from his phone. The meeting hadn't started yet, he knew, but it was common manners to at least greet others when arriving. Not that the other knew what manners were; that much was obvious by the way he seemed to stick his nose into every bit of gossip he came across and verify the truth from rumors. The worst part was how he was always right, no matter what crumbs and carefully laid plans Bruce left. He haunted Bruce, in and out of the cape, and he didn't even seem to be aware or care about Bruce's presence at all! Acting like this was only an issue on Bruce's side, and not a mutual feud that kept them up at night. How dare he. At exactly six o'clock on the dot, the nuisance put down his phone, stood up with a smile, and clapped his hands. "Good evening, everyone. Thank you for coming to tonight's Gotham Academy PTA meeting for the new year. For those who don't know me, I'm Wes Weston, journalist for Gotham City News and single father of two. I apologize for being on my phone; my boss had me do some edits on the latest Batman case a the very last minute. You all know how that is," the red-haired man smiled at the room, causing a few chuckles with his casual charisma. The same charisma he used to steal Bruce's chance to finally be the president of the PTA after all the years of trying and all the kids he had in the district. Bruce damn well nearly bit his tongue with how tightly he clenched his jaw to keep himself from saying something catty. How he loath Wes Weston.
Danny dyed his hair white one day. His adoptive family thinks its teenage rebellion, but really his ghost side Has been acting up, so now he's got to commit to the bit
Bruce does a double take when Danny walks in. His newest son was much more reserved than his other children. He didn't like having attention on himself- unless it was the popular kids at school but Bruce thought that was just something every teenager went through.
Danny spent most of his time locked away in his room, playing video games, writing for his blog, and watching documentaries about space. He was the most normal and well-behaved ward since Jason, and Jason was so grateful for being able to go to school that he used to ask to skip patrol to do homework. Danny had no interest in getting into the life of crime fighting, despite his previous ghost-fighting days.
He mostly stopped the ghosts from attacking because there was literally no one else in Amity Park who could handle the ghosts. In Gotham, however, there were plenty of heroes who were trained and on top of whatever issues were going on. Danny saw no reason to jump in, despite the Waynes each taking time out of their days to give him training in thier respective areas.
Jason and Alfred were happy to report Danny was one of the best shots in the household, while Damian and Cass both agreed his hand-to-hand combat was his weakest point. Duke and Bruce were the ones who helped him the most with his powers, which Danny preferred to use and were his strongest.
Despite all of this, Danny only jumped in as Phantom if it was an all-hands-on-deck or a last-resort situation. He would rather live as a civilian, which was a huge load off of Bruce's and Dick's shoulders. His eldest had turned many young people away from the cape life, but he never managed to get his own siblings to agree. Danny was his first success story.
Danny had no problems in school. He was one of the top students- not the top, but definitely in the top ten. His teachers had nothing but praise for his insightful and well-mannered behavior. He didn't speak too much in class, but he wasn't dismissive of assignments, nor did he leave all his part of group work to his classmates.
Alfred was working on getting Danny's mannerisms and etiquette up to par for the elites, but he was easy to mold, willing to learn, and sort of natural when he was relaxed.
Danny didn't steal; he didn't drink or do any kind of drugs (Bruce knows; he had him tested. Whether that test was done with Danny's knowledge or not was no one's business). Really, the only issue Bruce had with Danny was his social life, but honestly? In a city like Gotham, having his son home, safe and sound, behind the best security money could buy, and the best of minds could build, was much more relieving.
He hadn't thought Danny was capable of rebelling.
Which was why his son, walking in with pure white hair, was so jarring. Bruce tried to find a way to tactfully ask about it-
Tim glanced up from his phone just as Danny was taking his seat and gasped. "What happened to your hair?
-but that was not how he would have done it. Thankfully, Tim always handled things he didn't want to.
Danny smiled, running a hand through his hair, unbothered by the horror that had slipped into the CEO'S voice."Felt like a change."
As he moved his hair, Bruce realized that Danny had gotten piercings as well. Not just one or two, but six, from his lobe to the top. They were small, tiny stars and dots, and one moon at the very top as a flat. Bruce's eyes widened.
That was... surprising because, in thier state, one had to have parental permission until one was eighteen to get piercings. Danny is sixteen, and Bruce had not given any form of permission. Where did he get those piercings?
"This felt right," Danny concludes, leaning back in his chair. As he did so, his shirt rose a little, and peeking from the small slip of skin was an ink image. Tattoos. On Danny's frontal hipbones.
Bruce felt faint.
Tim gasped, knocking over his drink when he sprang up, pointing at Danny accusingly. It was the most animated Bruce had seen his son in the past week, but this was obviously a worthy cause. "Do you have tattoos?!?"
The now white-haired boy smiled warmly, almost proudly, as he lifted his shirt to show off two strips of black and white galaxy-themed tattoos. They tilted from his hip down to his private parts and were honestly a masterful work of art, but Bruce was shocked beyond words.
None of his kids had tattoos. None. Not even Jason. Oh gods, Danny was never going to get a real job now.
"Where?" Bruce croaked, "Where did you get those?"
"Johnny did them for me." Danny chirps, letting his shirt fall back down.
"Who is Johnny?" Tim gasped, falling back into his seat like his heart was being ripped out of his chest and stomped on. He was ready for children. He had the you're going to put me in an early grave act down pact. Bruce was honestly impressed by it.
"He's my friend." Danny shrugged. "He's cool."
Bruce opened his mouth, but once again Tim beat him to the punch.
"Cool? Is it cool to be running around looking like a delinquent?!"
"Didn't you use to skip school to go skateboarding and then break into buildings at night for a photography session?" Danny popped his fork into his mouth, raising one eyebrow. Tim sputtered for a second, looking for an argument but falling short, so he turned to Bruce.
"B. Control your son!"
"I don't need controlling from a man who actively breaks the law. " Danny cut in. He swallowed the salad in his mouth before putting his fork down and raising his hands to create the distinctive bat ears of Batman's cowl on his head. Bruce felt like he'd been slapped.
Tim slammed a hand on the table. "You're breaking your father's heart."
Danny, sweet and innocent Danny, rolled his eyes at Tim. "It's not that big of a deal."
Bruce thinks his heart actually may have shattered. Tim glanced at him before facing the teenager at the table again. "You're killing your father."
"Good."
Danny continued his dinner, humming peacefully in the utter shock silence. He retreated to his room to continue playing his latest game, leaving two of the brightest minds in the Wayne household utterly stumped on what to do or say. It would take hours before either found the will to move, and that was only because Alfred got home from bingo with his friend to find the two staring at the wall.
I'm so sorry about the hate you'd been receiving from anon asks. I've discovered your blog pretty recently and have been slowly crawling my way through your masterposts. You've created so much wonderful content, it is truly impressive. Whenever I've had a long day, I can curl up with a little drabble at the end and relax. The different dynamics each time always make it such a fun surprise on what is going to happen.
I hope you are able to have a lovely break, I understand too well how disheartening it is when hobbies become stressful. I sincerely wish you the best <3
Thank you very much for your kind words. I'm glad you like my blog, and messages like these are why I love writing for the crossover so much. It's so lovely to be part of the fandom community. <3
So Bruce would shut down his children's murder attempts on Ian? Does Ian know that Bruce is why he can sleep at night without a younger Wayne standing at his side ready to stab him Caesar salad style?
Bruce is aware that the kids don't like Ian and gets Alfred to lecture them about it (they wouldn't listen otherwise). They haven't made murder attempts, but they do make it very clear they do not like him. And that they can hurt him.
Also, Ian is from Crime Alley with a single mom. He knows how rich people can make someone disappear.
Ian is very nervous when he's around them, but after a while he gets used to it and accepts thier anger in resigned amusement. It's like kittens hissing at him. That happens after Danny starts spending more and more time with him, and by default, Ian gets exposed to the Waynes more. It does take years, though, for him to fully relax; I think it's by the eighth year of knowing Danny.
Danny is slow to trust.
By the way, Danny is unaware that they don't like Ian.
I believe you've already said that menace au danny avoids any mention of amity park and the like, but i am curious if there is any chance of him reconnecting with jazz our dani at some point when he's older? Even if indirectly?
He can't handle face to face visits, only through phone calls. Danny tries for years after his rescue to try to met them both but, after a decade of multiple fail attempts that lead to him having panic and anxiety attacks the three knew that audio is all Danny can handle.
He's very upset with himself over it. No matter how many years in therapy, treatments or medication, he simply can't do it. His trauma runs deep, and he suffers many PTSD side effects.
To put it in perspective of what he went through, the main seven of the Justice League were sicken to their stomach when they read the reports fromm the Lab. It was, and still is, one of the worst things they have encountered in their heroes' careers.
Tucker: I know. When they said we were getting a field trip in Gotham, I thought it would be a lot more exciting. Especially when they listed Wayne Enterprises as one of the tours.
Danny: Axion Labs had a better tour. All we've seen are hallways and closed doors
Sam: Don't forget the Wayne water fountain that was part of the original town hall of Gotham, before it burned to the ground and the fountain was bought out by the Waynes.
Danny: It was a fascinating twelve-minute wait for the small gush of water.
Tucker: Whats the tour guy saying now?
Danny: Don't know. Don't care.
Sam: Ugh, we should play a game. Make the time move faster.
Tucker: Sure, want to play Would You Rather?
Danny: We played that on the bus. How about Have You Ever?
Sam: We don't have anything to drink. Let's do Hot Seat.
Danny: Sure.
Tucker: Go head
Sam: Right, Danny, you're first. If you could sleep with any of the heroes in Gotham who would-
Danny: Red Hood.
Tucker: Good taste. Bouncing off of what Sam said, if you could sleep with any of the Waynes who-
Danny: Jason Todd.
Sam: You seem overly eager to answer these questions.
Danny: Is that a problem?
Jason: No I find it interesting
Danny letting out the highest pitch scream a man of 25 has ever made: !!!!!!
Jason: impressive set of pipes.
Sam whispering to Tucker: Is it just me, or does Danny have a shot?
Tucker whispering back: I think he does. They were about Gotham. Anything can happen here.
Bruce Wayne wakes to a pair of blue eyes inches from his own. It takes him completely by surprise, especially when the eyes slowly bleed in green, and he's just about to give in to the reflex of punting whatever it is away when, at the last possible second, the eyes speak.
"Did you sleep with my parents?"
Bruce opens and closes his mouth, stunned by the accusation. A few seconds go by, during which his foggy mind attempts to fight off lack of sleep long enough to make sense of the growled question.
It obviously took too much time for whoever this is for they sigh impatiently.
The eyes move back, and now when they are no longer taking up his entire view, Bruce can see its a creature of some sort. It's humanoid enough that Bruce would even suspect it of being a teenage boy. It's also oddly familiar, as if he resembled someone Bruce knew a long time ago.
"Did you?" The boy repeats, his articulation sharp as steel.
The double raised eyebrows, the slight head tilt, and even the click of a tongue are all habits that scratch a part of Bruce's brain, and like a dam bursting apart, memories flood his head.
"Oh," he breathes, eyes roaming the creature's face, identifying each feature that he stole from his parents. "You're Jack and Maddie Fenton's. You have your mother's glare and your father's face shape."
The creature, for it can no longer be entirely human with that glow, neon eyes, and the fact that it is levitating as if gravity were an unsolicited opinion, narrowed its eyes. "That's right I am. My name is Danny Fenton"
"Danny," Bruce repeats, tasting the sound on his tongue. He can help, but soften his expression at the confirmation that his old lovers kept the name they used to casually talk about. "Its lovely. Where you named after-"
"The street dog that Dad chased until he crashed into window around the back patio of som rich guy. The same rich guy my Mom was trying to seduce by pretending she needed chemistry tutoring, in the very same patio" Danny huffs, repeating the story he likely heard a thousand times in his life.
Bruce chuckles "Jack always had grand entrances. What are you doing here, Danny?"
Danny frown, bitting his lip before pointing to his hair. Bruce watches it switch between dark black and pure snow white, as well as his flickering eyes that can't seem to decide if they should be blue or green "I need a transplant"
"Are you sick?" Bruce frets twisting the blanket in one hand. If this child was here, based on his age, then he likely came to ask Bruce for a kidney or liver. This is likely his son.
Wow
"Somewhat?" Danny runs a frustrated hand through his hair. Bruce admires how the action causes some strands to stay white. It winds up giving his son salt-and-pepper hair. "A couple of days ago I had an accident during a fight. My core took a nasty hit, and now both sides of being are mixing. I can't control my appearance anymore. My Yeti said I need a soul piece transplant, but it has to be someone comparable. Neither my mom, dad, nor sister is a match, so my mom suggested you might be. Since you are likely my biological father. I know its a lot to ask-"
"Should we go see your Yeti today and prep for the surgery? It is a surgery, isnt it?" Bruce sits up, discarding the fact he undstoood only a third of what the boy said, to focus on the important part. His son needed him. "How do we test to see if we're a match?"
Danny squints at him, before folding his arms over his chest "This doesn't mean I'll become your heir or break up my parents for you"
Bruce blinks "Of course. Why would it?"
"My parents are happily married!"
The man nods, reaching for the robe by his bed. He always slept shirtless, but depending on the season he wore pajamas pants or a pair of briefs. Thankfully, he choose the pants last night. "I am aware. They had fun with me, but they didn't love me. Not the way they loved eachother. Jack and Maddie are soulmates."
A loaded silence goes by before Danny's glow spikes up. Bruce fights the urge to look away, wondering if his son somehow got his DNA spliced with a star or even if his ex-lovers weren't as human as he had thought. Danny now looks like a human outline made of light as the boy looks down at his hand, and shakes it around.
He is obviously trying to shake off the brightness, but it doesn't seem to work, for the boy throws his arms into the air and folds his legs under him. Bruce's eyes start to water from the strain of keeping eye contact- or what he assumes is eye contact. He can't make out the boy's face.
"Gah! I hate this!" Danny whines, "I just want this to be over!"
"We'll get the test done as quickly as possible," Bruce promises, moving over to his closet. "Do I need to pack ann overnight bag for the hospital?"
Danny doesn't have a chance to answer because Alfred chooses to speak out. His butler stands in the doorway, holding a tray of Bruce's morning coffee and pastry.
"Master Bruce? Who are you talking to?" The aged man asks glancing around the room
"My possible son with the Fentons," Bruce replies, waving a hand at Danny, who is still just light. He gets the feeling his boy is studying Alfred closely.
"The Fentons?" Pity and worry clouds Alfred's voice as he slowly creeps closer. Carefully he lowers the tray on the coffee table on the right side of the room. Just as delicately, Alfred replies "Master Bruce. The Fentons broke up with you"
A laugh, half hysterical- half devastated, leaves Bruce throat before he can stop it. "Yeah they broke my heart! Taught me that I was unlovable no matter how hard I tried. HA HA HA HA!"
"Oh" Danny winces. "This is worst then the fruitloop."
Wes: A problem? On top of us being stranded in a different world at the wrong age and homeless, type of problem?
Jazz: Danny, Dan and Dani were kidnapped
Wes: What? By who?
Jazz: Some orphanage that I'm pretty sure shouldn't be open in this day and age. They've been gathering kids with black hair and blue eyes!
Wes: They still have orphanages? Weren't those closed in the 50s?
Jazz: They were slowly phased out, and by the 80s they weren't around, but now is not the time for history!
Wes: It's always important to know history. How will we ever learn from-
Jazz: They're trying to sell them to some rich guy who looks for kids who have thier characteristics! They call them Wayne Adobition Bait!
Wes: Wayne? Who is that?
Jazz: I don't know! Apparently, the man likes kids with black hair and blue eyes. And the orphanage needs money, so they're hoping Wayne pays top dollar for them!
Wes: Jazz. Relax. Even if the man does buy them, we're talking about three Halfas. Wayne is the one in danger, not the Halfas.
Jazz: Yeah but the Halfas are all under the age of ten! They can't defend themselves!
Wes: I mean, yeah, Dan is in the body of a ten-year-old; Danny is nine, and Dani-with-a-I is the sassiest six-year-old I've have ever seen but don't forget they are all mentally much older. You went from nineteen to twelve and you still have your grown mind.
Jazz: Not really! My emotions are all over the place- I'm losing to my kid biology! My brain literally undeveloped!
Wes: Mine did too
Jazz: Oh yeah, you're also twelve now. How are you handling things so well? Hasn't it taken a toll on you?
Wes: I've always been like this
Jazz: .....That's... concerning, but we have to handle the evil orphanage first; then we can talk about your mental state.
Wes: I wasn't aware my mental state was bad. What's wrong with my mental state?
Jazz: Exactly! We will rescue the Dannies!
Wes: Answer the question Jazz.
Jazz: That's a great idea! We should try to get to Wayne first, make him adopt us, and escape with the Dannies when they offer them. If he doesn't go for us, we can dye our hair! Let's do this!
Wes: I really don't want to. I shouldn't have even been thrown through the portal with you guys. I just happened to be the waiter at your table when the ghost attacked. I'm not part of the team.
Danny, de-age to a seven-year-old: Hello. Would you care for a shoe shine?
Bruce: ....Yes, of course. How much?
Danny: Oh, whatever you can spare. *setting down a portable shining bench* Please put your feet here.
Bruce: Of course. Have you been doing this long?
Danny: a couple of weeks. I'm getting really good at it.
Bruce: You are. These look brand new. *hands him a $ 100 bill*
Danny: Wow! Thank you!
Bruce: Of course. Do you have a safe place to sleep?
Danny: Nope.
Bruce: .....would you like one?
Danny: Sure!
Bruce: Really?
Danny: Yeah, if you're offering!
Bruce: Its never been this easy before....somethings off. Aren't you the less bit wary of me?
Danny: Nah, I can sense people's intentions. You're not a creep trying to get a kid to a second location. You just want to give me a safe place off the streets.
Bruce: .....Are you a Meta?
Danny: I don't belive in organized religion.
Bruce: That's not....you know what, nevermind. Have you had something to eat?
Danny: I found a half finished donut in the trash earlier.
Bruce: Oh. No. Let's get you some dinner.
Danny: I'm buying! *waving money Bruce gave him* I had a good day of work!
Gotham is known for its urban legends, especially those surrounding curses and the founding families. Which is the most popular one about the Waynes' connection to King Phantom?
They must marry by 20: Bruce refuses and winds up haunted by Phantom.
Wayne Manor is a gateway to hell: There is a natural portal to the GZ there
Any nonblood heirs go mad:Dick starts hearing and seeing someone that no one can
Golden goose hands: Due to Phantom's fav, anyone who shakes their hands get rich
Deal in Souls: Every generation, they buy someone's soul as Head Butler from DP
More (Self-indulgent) facts of The Lady and the Wulf
Lady Gotham doesn't actually know her own city very well or the people living in it. She only paid attention to people who pay attention to her. For example, she knows a lot about the Waynes across generations because they actively work to improve the city and care about it. On the other hand, Joker, who never thinks of Gotham as anything other than a personal playground, wasn't someone she recognized and genuinely thought was a demon. Much like how people say the more you acknowledge a ghost, the longer it sticks, the more people loved Gotham City, the more Lady Gotham knew about them.
Wulf has a fear of animal control. He once saw thier truck driving down the street and took off like he was in a horror movie chase scene. It triggered a stampede because people from Crime Alley assumed someone randomly breaking into a run meant either a shooting or a cop raid. A lot of them learn not to ask why they are running, especially when a man Wulf's size does it. He also hates cops but doesn't flee at the sight of them; he just scoffs and glares at them mistrustfully.
Lady Gotham is often asked for her photo by Gotham tourists who think she's a cosplayer or street performer. They like to pose with her, or have her pose against one of Gotham's iconic Gothic-style buildings. The locals know she's one of the homeless populace, but they understand the tourists' excitement. She's very attractive if you can look past her... unique personality.
Wulf's wanderlust takes him on a lot of side quests. Since he's so charismatic, he often convinces people to teach him random skills while on said side quests. It's a patchwork of abilities that can be useful- he knows how to make soap and some basic car maintenance- and some that aren't -He knows how to make perfect owl hoots and can tell how bad a storm is based on knee pain.
Lady Gotham once got into a rap battle with a middle school kid. She didn't know it, because rapping is an actual language in the Infinite Realms, descending from Sirins who sing every word they say; it's the modern slang, and she had assumed they were having a normal conversation that turned rude midway. She lost, but put up a worthy fight against the worst thing to a person's self-esteem: a thirteen-year-old child.
Wulf enjoys finding food trucks or small, struggling family-owned restaurants to eat at. He thinks the food tastes more authentic and often better there than at big-name places. He goes feral for street vendors and will follow people to thier car if they claim they're selling food from the trunk. It's how he found the best tamale maker in the city. He often pays with favors or charms people into giving him free meals, since he's flat broke.
Lady Gotham has had favorite humans throughout Gotham's history. The list includes Martha Wayne, Tim Drake, James Gordon, Jason Bard, Leslie Thompson, Vicki Vale, Anthony Wayne, and Solomon Wayne. Her reasoning? These people loved the city and were entertaining to watch. Most were based on vibes, though. Thomas Wayne is an honorable mention because she knew a lot about him despite not liking whatever the hell was wrong with him. It was against her will to know Thomas Wayne.
Wulf hates his new dulled senses. He mainly used scent, but his hearing, his sight, and even his taste have gone down since he was made fully human. He gets frustrated when he can't see or hear as well as he used to. He often tries to force himself into a heightened state and ends up looking odd, pressing himself against a wall to hear sounds inside a building or running into things a lot because the lighting is too low, but he's too stubborn to ask for a flashlight. He tells many, many, many people that he's a wolf on the inside.
Lady Gotham breaks into many places because her favorite humans often did, and she assumes it's a requirement for being among the best. She understands that breaking and entering is a crime but thinks it's like taking a right turn on red. It's allowed, even though people say it's not officially. She mostly does it for hygiene purposes, like taking showers and washing laundry, but occasionally she'll do it to see what someone's decorations look like. If she doesn't like the layout, she'll rearrange furniture and leave before the homeowners get back. It unnerves a lot of people despite no theft or property damage being done to thier home.
Wulf gets along with almost all the street kids, knows them by name (or the nicknames they go by), and is the first to notice if one vanishes. He may have lesser senses, but he's one heck of a tracker and can figure out the last known place the kids were when they disappear. Because of this, Wulf becomes one of Red Hood's best informants, especially after Wulf informed him he would kill anyone he found mistreating kids. Jason can tell he means it and respects the hell out of Wulf for it. Bruce still thinks they are old classmates from the monks and is worried that Wulf will go through on his promise.
