Ch.25: Disagreements
Batman watched Danny 'ignore' him as the teen sang loud and obnoxiously. The music flooding from the stereo was on the loudest volume possible and was probably annoying all the neighbors to no end. If someone didn't show up at the door to figure out what was wrong with the teen, Batman would actually be surprised.
Danny's smile was wide and positively evil. His singing was crap and could not legally be called 'singing'. Batman had a feeling that was intentional, as the teen could be a good singer when he wasn't paying attention or was trying. It was not one of those times though.
The expression Batman wore was once again dry as he stared at the teen. Occasionally, he blinked but it wasn't too often. Other than that, he made no movement.
"I need to talk to you about something." Batman said loudly over the noise of the music and Danny's horrendous screeching. The teen, eyes laughing, completely ignored the Dark Knight's statement. Instead, he fell on his back, kicking his feet in the air as he bobbed his head back and forth.
Taking a deep breath, Batman tried to keep himself calm, even though Danny was absolutely infuriating. As always.
"Danny." Batman called but got no answer, just more screaming.
There was a loud knock at the door and Danny got up to answer it, dancing and 'singing' obnoxiously to the exit. Once at the door, he opened it some, looked out, and yelled "No one's dying in here!"
Then he slammed the door in the worker's face and locked the door behind him. Intense banging and enraged screams followed behind the teen but that wasn't anything unusual. It was just Danny being typical Danny.
The teen turned around, dancing to a guitar solo, before he abruptly screamed and dove for the kitchenette.
A bat-a-rang meant for his face hit the door behind him.
"Oh, now that was rude!" Danny yelled at the angry hero as he got off the ground. The teen was wearing his signature smirk and knew he had been ticking Batman off for the past half-hour. Danny leaned against the puny counter, smirk still playing on his lips as he tilted his head to the side.
Simmering, Batman said again "We need to talk."
"What?!" Danny yelled, purposely turning the music up louder (oh, it hadn't been at the loudest volume, apparently). The heavy metal practically made the room vibrate and the poor residents of the hotel were probably even more annoyed than they already were.
VROOM.
Danny ducked as a bat-a-rang flew past his head, hit the stereo, and blew it up. The teen came back up and gaped at the sizzling piece of scrap. He gave Batman a glare and yelled "That's like telling me 'Hey Danny, go steal another stereo, would ya?' I thought we were trying to get me to stop that!"
Batman kept himself mostly cool and calm. "Danny… Do me a favor."
"…what's the favor..?"
"Sit down and shut up."
Danny slunk to the couch and did as he was ordered, trying to hide his grin while shrinking in on himself. Batman rubbed his face in exaggeration while he mumbled profanities under his breath, making Danny grin wider, but he chose to ignore that.
"So what do you wanna talk about?" Danny asked, batting his eyes and tilting his head to the side innocently. His lips were pursed together cutely while he looked up at the Dark Knight with his crystalline blue eyes that portrayed nothing but love and rainbows and world peace…
Batman, miraculously, was able to keep his hands out of his armory of a belt. "Olsen and I talked last night after you and I did. We both agreed on something I know you're going to despise."
"I know what you're going to tell me…" Danny said gravely. "…you want me to become a blonde."
VROOO.
Danny ducked out of the way of another bat-a-rang before popping up, glancing between the weapon in his wall and the heated Dark Knight. The teen pointed at the wall dryly and stated "You're paying for that."
"For the love of- You're going to school tomorrow!" Batman yelled at the boy. He watched in victory as Danny froze, staring at him with unreadable eyes. The Dark Knight calmed himself down in the time it took for Danny to calm himself down again, which took a lot longer than it normally did.
Danny got off the couch and, with his unreadable expression, stood calmly beside the older hero. He crossed one arm over his chest and, with his free arm, waved his hand around in the air. "So… Let me get this straight… You. Want me. To go to school."
"I just said that." Batman stated, an annoyed tone lacing the words.
Needless to say, when five minutes passed and Danny was still trying to kill Batman, the apartment was completely and utterly destroyed with both occupants ticked at the other more-so than usual. People were also banging on the door, trying to figure out what was going on inside without having to call the cops.
Dodging an ecto-blast to the head, Batman finally caught Danny in a headlock and sprayed some knock-out gas in the teen's face. Danny slumped instantly, asleep like a little angel. The Dark Knight rolled his eyes before scooping Danny up and tossing him in the apartment bed.
Why Danny had yet to sleep there on his own was a complete mystery to the Caped Crusader and would remain that way forevermore.
An hour later, when Danny would awake, he would find a note on the nightstand inscribed:
You still have school tomorrow. I'm picking you up at 7:30. Be up and ready by then or I will drag you there, no matter how tired you are or what the heck you are wearing. You're going either way.
-Batman
P.S. If you try to go AWOL, I will find you within the day and beat you to a bloody pulp. I am watching you very closely.
Danny glared at the note, irritation coursing through his veins as he read it. He turned onto his back, held the note above him, and ripped it to shreds. The bits of paper fell down around him like snowflakes, covering him and the bed in scraps.
The teen brushed the strips off him and let them glide down off the bed and onto the floor. Danny laid on his stomach, staring at the clock on the nightstand. It read he had hours left until Batman was going to pick him up. Even so, his stomach dropped.
Getting up, Danny walked out of the room and into the living room next door to the bedroom. He grabbed a jacket and threw his shoes on before grabbing his keys. He left the apartment, locking it behind him, and walked off down the hall, heading for the lobby while he shoved the black and grey beanie that had been in his jacket pocket over his head and down over his ears.
Even the glare the doorman gave the teen as he walked by for slamming the door in his face earlier in the day didn't bring a smile to the teen's lips.
Slipping into Danny's bedroom before the scheduled time because he wanted Danny in something decent, Batman looked around and noticed the room wasn't nearly as dark as it usually was. The bathroom door in the bedroom was open, light pouring from small room, while unusual sounds echoed from the room.
Worriedly, Batman walked over to the bathroom and stood in the doorframe before mumbling a swear under his breath as he jerked forward to stand by Danny's side.
The teen was leaning over the sink, mouth open and eyes teary, face flushed red. His body quivered in its spot as an indescribable sound escaped his mouth, hitching every few seconds. Saliva tainted with a tiny bit of stomach bit of stomach acid dripped from his open mouth, running down his face and dripping off his chin.
"Come on, Kid! What'd you do to get yourself sick that easily?" Batman berated, putting a hand to Danny's tense back before it brutally collapsed and he gasped for breath. The teen didn't have much time to gulp down air before his body jerked forward again, more stomach acid dripping from his mouth.
Danny went through the motions a couple more times before he calmed again. He gulped down air while Batman handed him a rag and motioned for him to move to the side. Danny willingly did as told and the Dark Knight flipped the sink on, washing the porcelain of the dull-yellow saliva.
"That… Wasn't… My fault." Danny stated as he stood up straight, body trembling unconsciously as he calmed his breathing.
Batman hummed sarcastically while looking over the boy. He reached out and played with Danny's dark blue locks hanging in his face. "Any reason you decided to dye your bangs blue? When did you have time to do it?"
"I did it last night. And don't teens rebel or something..?" Danny asked, throwing the rag in the sink for later.
Batman stared at Danny dryly. "You've been put on death-row. You can't get any more rebellious than that."
Danny shrugged before the Dark Knight tapped the back of the boy's head in a mock-slap before asking "Why were trying to puke your guts out?"
The teen shifted uncomfortably before answering "I'm nervous…"
"About going to school?" Batman asked incredulously. "Why?"
"Cause I haven't had a permanent schedule in years! I've been free to go wherever whenever I want! School holds me down, Bats! Even with you 'watching me', I could pretty much do whatever I wanted! This is absolutely terrifying!" Danny answered, on the verge of hysterics.
Batman almost face-palmed. Danny was scared of a schedule and a social life.
He should've known.
Batman put a hand on Danny's shoulder and assured "Everything will be fine. Trust me on this. If it wasn't good for you, I wouldn't be sending you."
Danny calmed and nodded. Batman retracted his hand before silently beginning to walk out of the bathroom. He paused and looked behind him when the teen didn't follow. Danny was standing in his spot, holding the edge of the counter, looking considerably paler than he did a few seconds ago.
Batman resisted the sigh wanting to escape his lips before he told Danny to put his head on the counter, the teen willingly doing so. The two stayed like that for awhile with Danny controlling his breathing and Batman rubbing his back comfortingly.
Danny stood only when he felt fine again and, before the teen could do anything, Batman turned on his disguise and practically dragged the boy from the apartment complex.
Staring at the school with the disguised Batman beside him, Danny pulled his beanie over his ears further before looking up at his 'guardian', glaring at the older man with heated eyes, letting him know how unhappy he was.
The teen had been thinking in the car and each thought made Danny more nervous and resentful of the Dark Knight.
Batman pushed Danny forward and began walking towards the urban North Gotham High. The teen growled to himself as he was pushed forward and frowned deeper when the Dark Knight followed behind him.
Students flooded into the doors, chatting and laughing as they walked into the doors and down the halls. Some of them stopped to see who the new kid was but Danny only rolled his eyes and continued on, unwillingly. Irritation flashed across his face as he glanced at a few giggling girls.
Batman led Danny into the office, where they all went through the motions. Women behind desks smiled and greeted them warmly, occasionally eyeing Danny's appearance, but mostly talking with the Dark Knight, whom they did not know was actually a superhero. They only knew that his name was 'John Smith' (real creative, Batsy) and that Danny was his nephew who lived with him because his parents were in a tragic accident.
The looks of pity and sympathy made Danny want to hurl again and ruin their cover because nothing had actually happened.
Once Batman had filled out all the forms and Danny was given his schedule, both males began leaving the office and stopped in the hallway. By then, the bell had rung and all the students had gone off to class. The two stood outside the doorway and Danny lulled his head to look at Batman.
"How am I supposed to explain being eighteen when I'm a sophomore?"
Batman patted his back before stating "Lie. You can pass off two years younger than you actually are. You're short enough. Now, make the best of your first day for me."
Danny made a 'wha-?!' sound before Batman was gone, leaving him to stand in the middle of the hallway stupidly. Growling, he shrugged the backpack Batman had given to him in the car over his shoulders, looked at his schedule, and took off down the hall. After getting lost three times, he finally found the right room and entered with his usual scowl.
The homeroom teacher, Mrs. Kingsley, looked up from where she was speaking to face the new student. Danny handed her a slip that had been given to him by the ladies in the office, stuffing his hand in his pocket afterwards. He looked dryly around the room where the other students were looking at him in interest.
Kingsley scanned over the slip before turning to the rest of the students and saying "Class, we have a new student today. His name is Danny Fenton. Can we say hello?"
A wave of dry and bored welcomes met Danny's ears and he rolled his eyes.
Kingsley took a deep breath before continuing "Danny, would you like to tell the class about yourself?"
"No." Danny answered, shaking his head and glancing at his homeroom teacher with no interest, happiness, or content. The way he stood, leaning slightly to the side, showed how much he didn't want to be there.
The brunette rolled her eyes. "Say one thing about yourself and we can move on."
"Hm… I am your worst nightmare." Danny stated before walking to the back of the class and sitting in an empty seat in the corner. People snickered while Kingsley looked at her new student dryly. The teen fell in his seat, putting his left ankle of his right knee, and leaning back with a smirk.
The woman narrowed her eyes at the boy before continuing on with what she was saying.
Once the attention was off him, Danny sighed in annoyance.
Seven and a Half Hours Later…
Batman, in his disguise, stood in the doorframe of the principal's office with a very unhappy look directed at the boy sitting in the seat in front of the desk. Danny was pleased with himself as he leaned against the back of the chair, eyes closed contently as he hummed to himself, hands clasped over his student and one ankle resting on his knee.
"What did he do?" Batman asked dryly.
I feel Danny's pain. School terrifies me. (Homeschooling forever~!)
Now I have to go to Core, even though I should be off from it... If someone sees me on the six o'clock news for murder... Oops.
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