Short one today.
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Second Chance
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Danny perched on top of Vlad's fence between two huge wrought iron spikes. A gargoyle, an omen, examining the mansion before him. His elbows were propped on his thighs, and his chin rested on his interlocked fingers.
In another universe, Danny might have lived here. He might have died here.
Ever since the encounter with Clockwork, Danny had been thinking about the future. Specifically, the future that the other Vlad had described, and how that Vlad had helped him. He'd been thinking about second chances.
Danny had gotten one. Two, if he counted his maybe-death in the portal. Vlad had, by all counts, gotten several and spent them poorly.
Still... That horrible future had taken both of them to create
And Vlad had helped him. A Vlad had helped him.
Danny frowned. Why was making a decision about this so hard? He should want to help Vlad, should want to warn him, and he did, but...
Making the first step, crossing over to that side, reaching out his hand, it was hard. Danny shouldn't have to. Vlad was the adult. He should be the one being the bigger person. He was literally the bigger person and would remain so for the foreseeable future.
But Vlad wasn't going to do that. He'd made it quite clear that if Danny wanted his help it would come with a price. So, Danny would have to be the one to offer.
Maybe that's what kept him perched here, stuck instead of moving forward.
He crossed his arms. This was stupid. He was supposed to be a hero.
Also, if he stayed up here any longer, Vlad would notice and probably send someone to fight him.
He flicked himself invisible and jumped off the fence. It was time to give Vlad another second chance.