Third Person POV

Bruce stared at the small calendar sitting on his desk in his home office. The date was circled with red ink. His eyes were sad as he continued to stare at the date. They then drifted down to the papers on his desk. He should have been doing work, he had promised himself that he would work on the documents for the expansion of Wayne Enterprises. LexCorp had proved to be a most difficult competitor in recent months and was quickly trying to push Wayne Enterprises far behind it. But Bruce couldn't bring himself to focus on work today, which was odd for him.

A knock sounded on the door to the office and Alfred poked his head in. "Master Bruce?" The butler said stepping into the office, leaving the door open behind him, "Master Dick is calling. He asked specifically to speak with you."

Bruce sighed and stood, adjusting the documents on his desk and making another mental promise to work on them the moment he was finished with his call. He walked around his desk and out the door, offering a small smile to Alfred. He then headed into the study, adjusting the time on the clock and activating the secret entrance to the Bat Cave. Walking down the large flight of stairs, Bruce listened to the faint echoes of the bats who inhabited the cave and his footsteps on the stairs. He reached the bottom of the stairs and walked by the glass unit containing his costume. Quickly suiting up, Bruce walked over to the large computer and sat down in front of it. He accepted the call coming from Titans Tower and Robin's face appeared on the screen.

"Robin." Batman greeted, his tone serious.

"Batman." The former sidekick greeted in return. Both heroes remained silent for a long time, neither of them knowing who should speak first. Robin and his teammates had been busy fighting the Brotherhood of Evil and recruiting honorary Titans for the past month so he hadn't had much time to contact Batman or continue the search for his missing brother. Batman had continued the search but he still had yet to come up with anything.

Finally, Alfred broke the silence, appearing beside the Dark Knight without a sound. "Hello Master Robin. I trust you are doing well?" The butler asked, a hint of cheer in his voice.

Robin's lips somewhat twitched into a smile, "Hello Alfred," he replied, "I'm alright." No matter what, the younger hero always had a soft spot for the elder man who had helped take care of him and his brother.

Batman cleared his throat, drawing Robin's attention back to him. "How goes the fight with the Brotherhood of Evil?" He asked.

"Good." Robin answered, raising his fist, "We're growing in our ranks. If things keep going as they are now, the Brotherhood doesn't stand a chance." 

"Don't get cocky." Batman lightly scolded. At first he had been against Robin and his teammates fighting the Brotherhood on their own, but after a meeting with the League, a call from the Doom Patrol and a long talk with Robin, he had decided to let the matter be. Robin was his own man now, he could handle himself fine.

"What about you?" Robin asked, interrupting his former mentor's thoughts, "Any news?" There was a slight bit of hope in Robin's voice, even though he had a good feeling of what the answer would be. The same answer he got every time he asked. 

"Not yet." The older vigilante replied, eyes narrowed beneath his cowl.

Robin groaned and cursed under his breath. "He's been missing for a year and one month as of today. How is it that we haven't found a single trace of him?!" The colorful hero gripped his raven locks and shut his eyes. 

Alfred looked up at the teen sadly and excused himself from the room. He had left dinner in the oven and didn't want it to burn.

Batman swallowed and prepared himself for what he was about to say to Robin. It was going to be hard for the both of them, but he had made his peace with it a while ago. He only had to hope that Robin would eventually feel the same. "Robin." He began, "We have to start considering other possibilities." 

Robin opened his masked eyes and looked at Batman. "What are you suggesting?" He asked, his tone warning.

Batman squared his jaw. "It is possible that the reason we haven't been able to find Danny is because he is-"

"NO!" Robin shouted, cutting off Batman, "He's not! You're wrong about this!" The dark haired hero's eyes, if they could have been seen behind the white lenses of the mask, were burning with rage and hurt.

"Be rational!" Batman shouted back, standing up and leaning close to the large screen, "It has been a year and one month! If there was any sign of Danny being alive then we would have most likely found it by now!"

"If he was dead, we would have most likely found a sign of that too!" Robin argued, pressing his face closer to the screen. He wanted to shout a few choice words to Batman but held his tongue. He was speaking to Batman after all.

Batman pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm not saying that he is dead. I am saying that we have to be open to the possibility that he could be." The caped crusader sat back down in his chair, resting his elbows on the desk and folding his hands under his chin, "We need to be rational about this."

Robin frowned, "Unless I see a body, I'm never going to believe he's dead."

Batman sighed, "Very well. I will continue my search on my end, you can continue your search on yours." He stood once more and prepared to hang up, but paused. He looked up at the screen into Robin's masked eyes. In a whisper he spoke, "Dick, I don't want to believe this any more than you do, but you must understand that we have to be open to any possibility."

Robin didn't reply. Soon, all Batman was staring at was a blank screen. He sighed and removed his cowl. The intercom on the desk buzzed and Alfred's voice came through it,"Dinner is ready Master Bruce." 

Bruce pressed the button on the intercom and replied, "I'll be up in a moment Alfred." He changed out of his costume and hurried upstairs, leaving all memories of the conversation in the cave. He had to focus on his work. Danny was important, but he couldn't devote any more time to this search. Of course he would still be looking for him, he'd be crazy not to, but he would no longer let it consume his life. A year and one month was a long time. There were new possibilities rolling around. 

And whichever one this search lead to, Bruce had to be sure he would be able to make his peace with it.

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Sam, Tucker and Danny had met at Fenton Works after a busy day of school. The whole town was still buzzing over the ghost invasion that had happened almost a month ago. That battle had to have been the most testing one of Danny's hero career. He had fought against countless ghosts, allied himself with his enemy Valerie, and Vlad had come all the way from Wisconsin to help. 

Vlad's arrival had to have been the strangest occurrence of that day. He had randomly showed up in their basement that day, burned and badly injured. Danny had attempted to ask the older man why he was there - as whenever Danny went to train with him the billionaire sent a car to their arranged meeting place to pick him up - and why he was so badly wounded. All Vlad had said to him was that he would 'learn the reasons for what he did in time.' This only confused Danny further but there had been little time for questioning after that. The Ghost King was almost upon them.

Using his adoptive father's experimental technology, Danny armored up in the Ecto-Skeleton and set off to face Pariah Dark, the Ghost King. Fighting alongside his enemies, Danny was able to storm the castle and face off against Pariah. The duel was won by Danny, who soon blacked out after the fight due to the Ecto-Skeleton draining most of his energy. 

After he awoke some time later he learned that Vlad had told Jack and Maddie that he had saved the teen, the Ecto-Skeleton was missing, and Vlad never really explained his reasons for being there at such a convenient time.

In the month following the invasion the town had been abuzz with energy and there was a lack of ghost related incidents or crimes. Danny chalked it up to the temporary truce he had made with his enemies during the invasion. He only wondered how long it would last. Until his enemies started attacking again he was going to take advantage of the rare quiet moments.

Danny, Sam and Tucker had been meeting a lot ever since the incident with Freakshow. Danny had told them that he thought he was getting memories back and his friends, ever so loyal, instantly leaped at the opportunity to help him figure out his past. Currently, they sat on the floor of Danny's room, sifting through notes upon notes of clues. Anything Danny thought relevant to his past he had written down. One note in particular had been pinned to the wall so that it stood out above the other notes. It was a detailed note describing the nightmare he had had almost every other night after the accident with the Fenton Portal.  

It went into great detail about the nightmare. Each night that he had it, Danny would try hard to remember any key parts of the dream and write them down as quickly as he could. Most days he wrote down the same information, but on rare occasions there would be a new detail added to the list. The most common fact out of all the notes was the thing that frightened Danny the most each time he had the nightmare.

'The Man with the Face of a Bat' as it had commonly become known as between the three teens. Each time he had the nightmare, the teen would be in some near death situation and the Man with the Face of a Bat would appear, saving him from the brink of death, protecting him. With the amount of times Danny had seen the creature in his mind, he could practically draw a perfect rendition of it. In fact, he had. 

Danny was no artist but he was pretty decent. The creature had been drawn in great detail. It had the body of a man, with strong legs, a broad chest, large shoulders, and muscular arms. It wore a grey, skin tight suit, with black gloves and boots. There was an odd looking belt around its waist that seemed to hold items. Leathery wings protruded out of its back, the black membrane glinting as if moonlight were reflecting off them. If Danny had to hazard a guess about how long they were he would say about  3 meters in length and 1 and a half meters in diameter. Its face was absolutely horrifying and it did not give Danny any pleasure trying to remember the details of it. It had small, pointed fangs on the top of its jaw and longer fangs protruding out of its lower jaw. There was an upturned nose, almost like a pig's nose, at the end of a long snout, between two black, empty eyes. The creature never spoke, never showed any sign of emotion, and never failed to appear in the nightmares. Oddly enough, almost directly after the Man with the Face of a Bat showed up, the nightmare ended and Danny would bolt upright in bed in a cold sweat.

Danny had had another nightmare the previous night, which was why he asked his friends to come over. This wasn't anything new, the three teens got together almost every time Danny had one of his nightmares now, but the one he had last night was different.

It had started out like any other nightmare, he had opened his eyes to darkness all around him. A woman's voice called out to him and a shadowy figure ran by the teen. He would follow after the shadow towards the light in the distance where the woman's voice was coming from. Then a foot would connect with his back and he would be sent sprawling onto the ground, being scolded by a gruff voice for letting his guard down. A kinder voice would defend the fallen teen and Danny would turn around to see a shadow reaching out to him, offering its wispy hand in assiatance. The moment Danny's fingers would brush against the hand he would feel himself falling. Then, he would begin to drown in a sea of red poison. But that night was different.

Danny did begin to fall when he made contact with the shadow figure's hand and he saw the sea of red fast approaching, but mere seconds before he would have made contact with the rough waters hands grabbed his wrists. The teen looked up to see two shadow figures wearing a bright costumes that shimmered like diamonds. One shadow was swinging from a trapeze bar and was hanging onto the other shadow by its ankles. The shadows swung him through the air, twirling and flipping through the darkness, the faint sounds of cheering crowds in the boy's ears. Danny felt as though he should be terrified, but he felt oddly calm as he soared through the air. As the shadow that had grabbed Danny's wrists flipped him through the air once more and caught him by his ankles, a loud crack could be heard overhead and then screams attacked Danny's ears. He and the shadows began to fall and panic swelled in Danny's chest. He looked back at the shadow holding him by his ankles and saw that a face had now replaced the once featureless head. It was a woman's face. 

Before Danny could remember any more details of the woman's face or why it looked so familiar the shadow used the last of its momentum to swing him away from her. The teen went flying through the air and a platform came into his sights. He desperately reached out to it but saw that he was going to fall short of the platform. He felt his heart sink into his stomach as he realized that he wasn't going to make it. Just as he was about to miss the platform entirely, sharp silver talons dug into the soft flesh of his wrists, piercing the skin. Danny cried out in pain as blood trickled from the small wounds on his wrists. He was pulled up onto the platform and set against the large pole in the center. Danny looked up at his savior and saw it to be a tiny robin!

The bird was flapping its wings, hovering in the air a few inches away from Danny's shoulder and had to be no bigger than the teen's palm. It had bright red chest feathers and a grey body. Its little wings were also grey and had green along the tips of the feathers. It's head was a solid black with white around its eyes. It  had a yellow beak and a yellow stripe ran down the robin's back, extending all the way to the tip of its tail feathers. 

Danny extended his hand out to the oddly colored robin, not bothering to even think about how such a tiny bird was able to save him. The bird gave a small whistle and landed on Danny's outstretched hand, perching on his index finger. Danny smiled and used his other hand to gently stroke the robin's chest, causing it to chirp with delight. "Thank you." Danny whispered to it.

The robin snapped to attention and its yellow beak opened slightly, almost as if the bird was smiling. What happened next shook Danny to his core. "I told you I'd never let you fall little brother." The robin said proudly, puffing out its bright red chest. 

Danny shrieked in surprise and ended tumbling off the platform. The robin had flown off his finger and was now diving through the air, determined to catch the teen. A voice echoed in Danny's ears, "Ladies and gentlemen! The fearless 'Flying Gray-". Before the voice could finish, Danny landed in the sea of red and was soon swept up in what normally happened in his nightmares.

After waking up from the nightmare Danny had immediately called his friends and asked if they could come over that day after school. After asking their parents, Sam and Tucker said they could and they all gathered at Fenton Works.

Danny finished reading over what he had written when he had woken up that morning, taking in every detail and thinking hard to remember anything else that might have happened in the dream. As his eyes scanned over the page Danny noticed the passage about the robin that had saved him. He didn't remember much about what the robin had done in the dream during school, but the 'still half asleep' Danny had. The event with the robin had to be the most detailed part in the passage. Blue eyes skimmed through the words taking in any information they could. Then they fell upon a strange passage. Danny had written, 'robin spoke, "... never let you fall little brother."

Little. Brother.

Danny's eyes widened at once and he dropped the journal, his hands quivering. His breath became short and shaky. 

Sam and Tucker noticed this and immediately became concerned. "Danny?" Sam asked, getting onto her knees and waving her hand in front of her friend's face. He didn't respond. Sam tried shaking his shoulder and calling out his name again, louder this time and more urgent sounding. 

"Dude! What's wrong!?" Tucker shouted. Thankfully, there was no one else in the house aside from the three teens so there was no risk of an unwelcome intrusion.

Danny mumbled something under his breath as his hands stopped shaking and his breathing steadied. 

"Come again?" Sam asked, releasing the teen's shoulders and sitting back on her ankles. Concern was still evident on her face as well as Tucker's.

Danny looked up at her, pure joy in his eyes and a wide smile on his face. "I have a brother!" He shouted with glee, leaping to his feet. His two friends looked up at in confusion.

"Are you sure?" the technogeek asked.

Danny nodded, "I've never been so sure of anything in my life!" His eyes widened as another thought crossed the ghost teen's mind and he pointed to the PDA sitting beside Tucker. "Quick, look up anything related to 'Flying Gray'." Danny's excitement was somewhat contagious as Tucker practically pounced on his beloved PDA and typed in what Danny had told him to.

Tucker frowned, "Uh, all I'm getting is some weird kind of bat, dude." Tucker squinted at the screen, "and a random song. Oh! And a picture of a squirrel!"

Normally, Danny would have become distraught by this news but he took it as a sign. A bat was one of the main themes in his nightmares. It was a sign. The half-ghost teen got back down on his knees and began organizing and re-organizing the notes on the floor. Sam and Tucker merely watched as their friend went about his task with renewed determination. The raven haired teen shuffled the notes, placed them in piles, wrote down more notes and added them to the piles, and drew a rough sketch on a small notepad. Once he was satisfied with his work, Danny ripped the paper containing the sketch he had drawn off the notepad and placed it in the center of the all the piles of notes and pictures. He took another sketch and placed it beside the one he had already placed in the center of the piles.

Now, the notes surrounded the two sketches he had drawn. The Man with the Face of a Bat and a small robin with odd colors. The notes had been sorted into piles, each of differing importance. One pile held all the mentions of bats, another held anything relating to the words 'Flying Gray'. There was a miscellaneous pile that held mostly random notes or notes of little relevance to anything. Danny's memories were slowly coming together. He smiled, "It's all one big puzzle." The teen mused.

While his friends jumped in, doing their best to help and put the so called 'puzzle pieces' together Danny had a thought cross his mind. Later that night, when Sam and Tucker left and his family had gone to bed he would go see the one man he knew who was great at solving puzzles. Danny had faith that he could help figure this out, and it wouldn't be too bad if he squeezed in some extra training sessions while he was there. Luck was on his side that day, for tomorrow would be the weekend. Now, all he had to do was think of an excuse to get out of the house. That was always the hard part.

But for now, Danny would focus on his friends and their helpful suggestions and research on what this piece of the puzzle they were missing that could restore Danny's memories.

And that concludes the latest chapter of Ghost Brother. Hope you all enjoyed it!

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This is Normal Line Break, briefly returning before I go back on my vacation to say that no one agreed to the author becoming one of us. That is all.

The night air was cold and harsh as it bit at a small teen's cheeks. The teen shivered in his jacket and grumbled, "This is supposed to be early summer weather? Feels like freakin' winter out here!" The raven haired boy lifted his hood over his head and pulled it tight around his face as he looked around the park, wondering where his ride was. After another ten minutes of waiting, the teen heard the soft purr of an engine approaching. He smiled and walked to the edge of the line of trees, looking around on the empty road. He saw headlights shining in the distance and growing closer. The teen squinted at the bright light, allowing his eyes to adjust after standing around in the dark for so long.

The sleek limousine pulled up beside him and came to a stop. A man stepped out of the driver's side and walked around to where the teen stood. It was an older looking man with green tinted skin, glowing red eyes and slicked back white hair which he hid under a driver's cap. His uniform was crisp and spotless. A collared white dress shirt beneath a navy blue suit with golden buttons. A white handkerchief could be seen poking out of his right breast pocket. He wore clean black pants and shiny black dress shoes with the laces neatly tied into bows. On his hands were white gloves and a black tie around his neck. He also wore a long black overcoat that flapped in the breeze. He bowed to the teen and gave him a small smile. "My deepest apologies for being late Master Daniel." The chauffeur said, "I do hope you were not waiting long."

Danny smiled at the chauffeur and chuckled, "It's fine Michael. I needed the fresh air." 

Michael's smile grew and he stood up straight, walking back over to the limo. He reached for the door handle and opened the door. "Best get you inside. We would not want you to be sick for your exciting adventure at 'Space Camp'." The chauffeur winked at Danny and the teen smiled.

In order to sneak away for the weekend a call had been made to Danny's adoptive parents saying that he had been accepted to attend a three-day long Space Camp out in Alabama. His parents had been overjoyed and immediately helped him pack. They knew how important space had become in Danny's life and thought it might be a good experience for him. They dropped him off at the airport and waved goodbye as they watched him board the loading area of the plane. Once they were out of sight Danny slipped away and transformed, taking his luggage and flying to the arranged meeting place. A small forest just outside Amity Park's city limits.

Danny grinned at Michael and walked over to the car, hopping in as the chauffeur closed the door behind him. Danny sunk into the warm leather seats, allowing his body to shed away the cold as the heating system turned on and warmed the interior of the limousine. Danny closed his eyes and leaned his head against the seat, wrapping his arms around himself as he felt his body temperature returning to normal. As the car started up again and Michael began to drive away, Danny opened his eyes to look around the interior of the limo. The leather seats were light beige in color and curved in an almost L shape in the car. To the right of Danny was a mini bar that normally would contain all sorts of alcohol and other bar treats but for Danny it held different kinds of soda and candy. Vlad wasn't the type that ate many sweets but he made an exception for Danny. The walls, ceiling and floor were all a navy blue color and lights adorned the roof making it look like twinkling stars if you dimmed the lights in the car. There was a small TV set attached to one of the walls of the limo that allowed Danny to watch whatever show he wanted (within his age limits). There was a window he could roll down to allow him to talk to Michael if he got bored - there was only so much a teenage boy could do during a nine hour trip to Wisconsin.

Danny reached into the mini fridge and pulled out a bag of salted chips and a regular soda. As he opened the bag he nearly tossed the contents all over the limo as a voice spoke to him from out of nowhere. "Isn't it rude not to offer any snacks to your company?" It said.

White rings appeared around Danny's waist and he transformed into his alter ego Danny Phantom. Toxic green eyes darted around the interior of the limo but he saw no strange activity. The voice chuckled, now sounding familiar to the teen. Danny sighed and reverted back to his human form. "Ha ha, very funny. You got me." He huffed slouching into the leather seat.

Vlad dropped his invisibility, revealing him to be sitting on the longer part of the seat in the limo, a wide grin on his face. "Your reaction was priceless Daniel. Ah, if only I'd thought to bring my camera."

Danny raised an eyebrow at the billionaire. "Since when are you the type to pull practical jokes Fruit Loop?" The teen asked, smiling at his playful insult. It was a joke between the two halfas. Vlad called Danny 'Little Badger' because that was the mascot of his old college. Danny called Vlad a Fruit Loop because the elder halfa had the tendency to act a little crazy at times.

Vlad winced as he heard the name, "I do wish you would stop calling me that Daniel." He jokingly complained.

Danny grinned, "Sure, I'll stop when you stop calling me Little Badger."

The elder halfa rose an eyebrow at Danny's cleverness. Then he smiled and crossed his legs, leaning back against the seat. He looked up at the ceiling, the glow of the lights reflecting in his eyes. "Well, I guess I'll have to start putting up with being called a Fruit Loop." He chuckled.

The raven haired teen laughed at Vlad, digging into his bag of chips and popping a few into his mouth. As Danny chewed he wondered to himself why Vlad was there with him. Whenever Danny went to see the older man the only other person he usually saw was Michael. For Vlad to come in person and accompany Danny on the ride to Vlad's castle was truly a rare event. Danny asked the elder halfa about this and he frowned slightly.

"In truth, I was worried about you Daniel." The billionaire stated "Your next visit wasn't scheduled until next week. While you wanting to come earlier is no major issue, I was more concerned about the way you sounded on the phone."

Danny paused in eating his snack. He had to give Vlad credit, the man hardly missed anything. The teen sighed and placed the bag of chips on the seat beside him, taking care to fold over the open part of the bag so the chips wouldn't spill all over the floor. The young halfa sighed and looked up at Vlad, who was watching him with eagle eyes. Danny rubbed the back of his neck, "I... Um..." Danny lowered his hand and swallowed hard, "Remember when I told you that Jack and Maddie weren't my real parents? And how they took me in when I couldn't even remember who I was?"

Vlad nodded, staying silent.

The teen continued, "I think I'm starting to remember."

The billionaire's eyes widened. A million thoughts raced through his mind. The most prominent one being 'This isn't good'. If Danny started to remember his past then who's to say how long it would be until he regained all his memories? And if he ever did remember he would want to go find his real family. There was the slight chance that his family was no longer among the living, but was he really willing to take that chance? Vlad inwardly grumbled to himself, realizing he'd have to act out his plans sooner that he would have liked, but he felt that his bond with the boy had gotten very stronger over the past year. There was no way his plan would fail.

Hiding his displeasure at this news beneath a wide smile, Vlad threw open his arms and sat upright in his seat, "This is wonderful!" He shouted, eyes twinkling with joy.

Danny smiled with him but it soon fell, "Only problem is, I still don't really know anything." He leaned forward and placed his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands, "I have this nightmare a lot. And in it, there's some weird stuff. Plus this voice in the back of my-" The young halfa cut himself off, realizing how much he was letting slip. He looked up at Vlad, expecting to see a look of amusement on the man's face, or even concern. Any normal person would think Danny would be speaking madness, but Vlad wasn't a normal person. His face showed nothing but compassion and understanding.

Seeing Danny's unsure expression, Vlad quickly tried to encourage him. "Come now Little Badger, you can trust me." He crooned, inching closer to the teen. 

The teen looked over at the man and his unsure expression disappeared. Vlad had proven himself to be worthy of Danny's trust and he was Danny's greatest mentor. Without him he'd still be bumbling around desperately trying to control his powers. Ever since he started with Vlad he had learned things he had never even dreamed he could do. Danny smiled at the man as he watched Vlad reach under the seat and pull out a chessboard. The teen groaned as he watched Vlad begin to set it up. "Really Vlad?" He complained, "Can't this wait until later?"

"Nonsense, my boy." Vlad replied with a grin as he put the last pieces on their proper spots, "How else will you learn unless you practice?"

"But in the car?" Danny questioned, seeking a way out of playing the game. Vlad always beat him swiftly and mercilessly whenever they played. The elder halfa claimed that he was teaching Danny strategy but the young halfa felt as if Vlad just liked winning.

Vlad placed the final piece on the board and adjusted himself on the seat, "Michael is a very smooth driver." He argued gently. 

Knowing he wouldn't win against the elder halfa in this, Danny gave up and joined Vlad in the game. While they played Danny told Vlad about his dreams, the voice and even the Man with the Face of a Bat.

Inside of Vlad, there was a wicked grin. Danny trusted him enough to tell him all of this. With any luck his plan would truly be foolproof. As Vlad moved his rook and declared checkmate, the final pieces of his plan fell into place. 

Soon, the real game will be completed. And Vlad will have captured his opponents king.

A/N: Okay, now this really is the end of the chapter. Buuuuuuut I have some good news. Since you are all such wonderful readers (and I feel like being especially cruel today) I have yet another sneak preview of the next chapter for you. ;)

"How could you keep this from us!?"

"I know who we are. Or, in my case, who I was."

"Don't you want to know who you are Danny? Who you really are?"

"It's all because of me."

"They weren't supposed to be there. It was only supposed to be him. I wasn't thinking. How could I have done this?"

"My mistake cannot go unpunished."

"Forgive me."

"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!?"

Tune in next update. Same random time. Same random writer. See you all in the next one!