The boy at the gala pt.2
“So, you’re telling me that this kid knocked out the joker with one blow, and asked for help while getting in a car with Vlad freaking Masters? And we’re supposed to believe that?” Dick asked incredulously.
“That’s what I said, isn’t it? This kid could be in trouble and we need to figure out how to help him.”
“He knocked out the joker with one blow, how much danger could he possibly be in?”
“I don’t know, but he asked for help so we need to do whatever we can.”
Bruce was doing research on Masters and found that he adopted the boy, who’s name is Daniel James Fenton, who’s family unfortunately passed in a lab accident a few months ago. The police department suspected foul play was involved, but didn’t investigate for some unknown reason.
“This is getting interesting.” Dick said, leaning closer to the monitor.
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“Daniel, why did you do that?!” Vlad started yelling as soon as they arrived at his mansion.
“I told you I didn’t wanna be there. And anyway, he was gonna hurt that little girl!”
“You couldn’t have left it to the city police department? It’s kind of their job!”
“They wouldn’t have arrived in time! I didn’t want anyone to get hurt!”
“Okay and what about you? What if you got hurt?!”
“That’s not gonna happen, I’m half dead, remember?!”
Vlad turned red, which is apparently something he does when he’s angry.
“That still means you’re half alive, and still in danger!”
“Oh yeah? Why’s that?!”
“I could turn you in to the GIW whenever I want to! You’re legally not sentient, not human!”
Danny tensed at the mention of the GIW. He couldn’t believe Vlad would stoop so low as to threaten him with… them.
“What does that make you?” Danny asked, leaving Vlad standing in the middle of the entryway with a shocked expression.
Danny went upstairs to his room, which he decorated with stars and planets stuck to his ceiling and lights where the stars are.
He almost sprinted to his laptop and started a video call with Sam and Tucker when he saw what time it is, 6:59.
They made it a little tradition of theirs to call exactly at 7:00 PM every night.
They picked up almost immediately.
“Danny!” They yelled in unison.
His core felt safe hearing their voices.
“Hi guys, how’re you?”
“Good, we took a test today, you would’ve totally aced it.” Sam said.
“It was on the solar system!” Tucker said, excited.
“I think we only might’ve passed because of your ranting for hours” Sam giggled, “anyway what did you do today?”
“I went to another stupid party with Vlad.”
“Where was it?” Tucker asked.
“Some weird place called Gotham City. It was super boring, and we had to take a jet to get there.” Danny paused, “something weird did happen though,”
“What happened Danny?” Sam asked, looking genuinely curious.
He smiled and continued, “some weird clown guy and his annoying goons came in and started monologing, he was gonna hurt a little girl though, so I knocked him out. Everyone was super surprised, am I supposed to know who he is?”
“Wait you said in Gotham?” Tucker asked.
“Yeah, why?”
Sam and Tucker exchanged a look.
“That was the joker, he regularly attempts to kill everyone in gotham but there’s a guy who dresses like a bat and stops him.”
“So someone who regularly attempts mass murder and a furry vigilante both live in Gotham? Weird”
Sam and Tucker started laughing when he said that.
“There are more too!” Sam said.
“What, furry vigilantes, or mass murderers?”
“Both!” Tucker choked out.
Danny felt a smile tugging at his face, the type of smile that he only has when he’s talking with Sam and Tucker.
A genuine smile.
“Daniel, dinner!” He heard from down the stairs.
Danny groaned and apparently Sam and Tucker heard too, who tensed at the sound of Vlad’s voice.
“Guys, I have to go. Vlad gets all pissy when I don’t eat dinner with him, and I just yelled at him so I’m in deep shit already.”
“Okay, bye Danny, we’ll talk to you tomorrow,” Sam said.
“Bye Danny, visit soon!” Tucker said before Danny smiled and closed his laptop.
Danny really does want to visit, he just doesn’t think Vlad would even consider letting him.
I could totally just leave…
Danny shook his head as if to get rid of the thought.
No, not again.
“Daniel! Dinner!”
Danny groaned again and stormed down the stairs to see Vlad at the table, accompanied by a man in a white business suit.
No way he actually followed through with it.
“Hello, Daniel.” The man said.
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The boy at the gala
Danny is not pleased. He was forced to go to this weird party thing with Vlad and he’s been to more exciting school assemblies.
Ever since Vlad adopted him its been conference after conference, party after party, and honestly Danny’s tired of it.
Suddenly, multiple men with guns jumped through the windows, pulling Danny out of his thoughts.
“Everyone here, on the ground!” One of the men yelled, and everyone obliged, panicked.
At this point Danny was so bored, he obliged too.
A man with green hair and annoying clown makeup walked in, a shit eating grin on his face.
“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen!” Then he started monologing while all his annoying goons tied everyone’s hands behind their backs.
He picked up a young girl by her arm and pointed a gun at her face, and that’s when Danny was no longer bored, or annoyed, but pissed.
He stood up slowly, hearing a faint “Daniel, don’t. Daniel, no.” From Vlad.
“Who are you?”
He felt all eyes on him as he continued walking.
“M’name’s Danny.” He said as he walked over slowly, hands still bound behind his back.
“Okay, Danny. Do you have a death wish?” The clown asked, looking annoyed.
“No, but it seems you do.” He neared the clown, who dropped the little girl and doubled over, laughing.
Danny took advantage of this.
He then started sprinting, and threw his knee into the clown’s face. knocking him out with one blow.
“Daniel!”
The man fell backwards with blood seeping out of his, now broken, nose.
Danny also started laughing, “is this guy supposed to be scary? I’ve fought more dangerous grapes than him!”
He spun around to see everyone in shock, hostages, goons, everyone.
Then a man in a black suit with a yellow utility belt came in through the broken window, stopping as he saw what had happened.
“Who’s he? Do I have to knock him out too?” Danny asked as the hostages erupted, yelling at him not to.
Vlad was now towering over him, glaring at him as if he had just committed a crime or something. He didn’t.
“Daniel. Car. Now.”
“Alright, alright. This stupid party was just starting to get exciting though.”
They left the mansion after untying each other’s hands, and Batman watched as the small boy walked reluctantly towards the car that belongs to Vlad Masters.
He watched as the boy turned around and mouthed the word:
help
And got into the car.
I might continue this, idk I just got bored tbh.
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