AN: Tumblr prompt: Can you write a thing with Damien, Danny and Peter hanging out?

Drabble 46-Probability

"So how did you do all of that?" Spider-Man asked. He had his mask pulled up so he could eat his pizza. Danny still couldn't stop laughing at the face the cashier made as Phantom and Spider-Man went in and ordered two pizzas, and then sat and waited until they were ready. He could barely speak, he was so flustered.

Now they were almost at the top of the Empire State Building, sitting on a ledge and eating pizza with their new friend Damian, who just kind of shrugged and ate a slice of pizza, ignoring the fact that he had a 97% chance that he could fall, because with two official heroes right next to him, the chances of him actually dying were very slim.

"I'm a mutant," he answered. He spoke quietly, but thanks to Danny and Spidey's advanced hearing they had no trouble, even over the wind.

"Oh, like the X-Men?" Danny asked.

"I guess," Damian shrugged. He was fine. He could loosen up a bit, right? "I mean, I have the x-gene, yes, but I am in no way a pat of the X-Men. I don't exactly share the same views as them." He'd been talking to much. Now they were going to think he was boring or something.

"Oh? How so?" Spider-Man asked. Damian held back his quizzical look, because of course they would think he's interesting. After all, how often do they sit at the top of a building eating pizza with an almost complete stranger? Never!

"See," he started, "Professor Xavier thinks we should hide and let things blow over. Let the world adjust to it at their own pace. But I think that we would be accepted at a faster pace by the world if we fought evil like normal superheroes. Like you guys, not hiding your powers or even sometimes your identities. Then maybe mutants can have the same rights as you guys. Does that make sense?"

"Yeah, totally,: Danny nodded, floating on his back in front of them while stealing another slice of pizza. It was like he was in a pool, his arms out and his body flat, just sitting there in mid air. It was…Kind of fun to watch. It gave him an extra thing to focus on. "So what's your power, exactly?" He asked. "I mean, the way you beat Venom was nothing like I've ever seen." Danny spoke with pride about Damian, and it allowed for the unmasked boy to let out a sigh, trying to shake his nerves away. It wasn't being up high that made him nervous, it was new people.

"Probability," he answered simply. "I run calculations in my head in fractions of a second, coming up with the best possible solutions. I can't stop. It just…Happens. The chances of you choking on his pizza sitting like that is higher than the chances of say, me or Spider-Man choking on it. The chances of me falling off of the building is a 97% chance, however me almost dying is nearly 0%."

"What was the probability of you getting me out of Venom and saving the day?" Danny asked, sitting up so he wouldn't choke on his pizza.

"Very low. But its just the most likely probability of failure. That doesn't mean you'll actually fail. I weighed my chances, and just…Did it." He saw Danny grin from ear to ear and lifted his hand into a fist, except that his thumb was pressed to the side of his index finger. It didn't appear to be a problem though, because Spider-Man nodded, apparently agreeing with Danny about some unspoken thing.

"Hey, Damian?" Danny asked, finishing off his pizza.

"Yes?"

"How would you like to meet the Avengers?"