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The thing that most people fail to realize about Danny Fenton, is that for all his normalcy, all his dislike of his parent's work, and his sister's obtuseness, Danny's not much better.
This is never more apparent than when they'd moved to Gotham.
Danny had been invited to work on a school project at his group partner's house. House was a bad word for it, mansion was more apt. They can call it the manor all they wanted but Danny couldn't help but compare it to Vlad's first castle and find it somehow in the lead in grandness.
Back on track, group project, partner's house;
Damian had been extremely begrudging about it, but all the same, when his fancy people butler had pulled up in the car, Danny had been invited back to work on the school project.
And now here he was, feeling the blood drain from his face as he read the texts coming in through his phone screen.
"Nightingale, focus." Damian's voice makes his head snap up, "If we endeavor to complete this task within the week-"
"Yeah..., sorry, I got to go!" Danny's already swiping papers off the table and stuffing them into his bag.
"Tch, Nightingale! We are not finished!"
Danny stuffs the last of Alfred the Butler's sandwich in his mouth and zips his backpack,
"Uhh we can do this again tomorrow or something.."
Damian's brother Dick is suddenly in the doorway, "What's got you in such a rush, Danny?" There's a pinch of concern in his voice that Danny really doesn't have time to think over before he answers.
"I missed a text from my parents, and now they’re on their way cuz l'm late for family dinner, so yeah, got to go," Danny points a thumb over his shoulder. Ugh if he's not outside soon, they're gonna totally blow past!
Dick shares a something-kinda look with Tim, who's also suddenly in the doorway.
"You're this worried about your parents picking you up? Are they going to be angry?"
Just as Danny's about to respond that 'no, they're probably more worried he's been kidnapped or something' his phone dings again, this time it's Jazz telling him they're close to his location.
Danny turns about face and jogs to where he thinks he remembers the front door being, nearly sighing in relief at the sight of the massive wooden doors.
Dick is behind him again, "Wait, do your parents need our address?" If Danny didn't know better, he'd think Dick is trying to stall him, but why would he feel the need to do that?
"Nah, they've had me tagged since my sophomore year," Danny says with a smile at the inside joke of why they had to tag him.
He turns and swings open the door just in time to miss the alarm flash across all three brothers' faces.
And just in time to see the Wayne's fancy iron front gates get plowed over by the GAV at high speed.
Danny bursts into a sprint down the front walkway, and with some quick calculations, times his jump for when his Father pulls the GAV around on a single axle, the rest of the tank tracks in the air, the side door swinging open to allow him to land inside and the GAV keeps turning until its made a full 180 degree turn and is screaming back down the Wayne front landscape.
Danny sticks his head out of the back window, "See you in class, Damian!" Then he pulls a contraption out of the window behind him and a second later is sending something rocketing towards Tim's face.
Tim is nearly tipped to the ground by the wad of rolled up cotton slamming into his face at what feels like Mach 3.
Dick pulls it off his face for him with a cautious eyebrow.
He holds it up and is absolutely astounded to see the projectile is a t-shirt with a giant print of a man's massive smiling face and the words,
'SORRY ABOUT THE PROPERTY DAMAGE’
BLAME THE GHOSTS!'
written around the image.
Dick is stunned speechless, lowering the shirt in shock and confusion.
The man's grinning visage is quickly replaced by Bruce's scowl standing in front of him.
Dick grimaces and raises the t-shirt again.