Danny was stood in the Batcave, Robin still didn't know about his new living arrangements, and Danny hoped he never did. It wasn't because he didn't like the bird, it was because he didn't want anyone to know. If they did, they'd know he was still around, they could try to force him to join the team.
"This is the cave," Batman's gruff voice introduced. He stood rather awkwardly, he did show his Wayne side just moments before.
"Woah," Danny looked around, the car, the computer, the gadgets on display. All a little too overwhelming for Danny.
Batman walked over to a door that some could say blended into the wall. "Through here is where you will sleep. I'm guessing you don't want many to know you are here?" Danny shook his head, he wasn't focusing on the words, but the door. There wasn't a visible handle and nothing gave the opening away.
Batman put his hand up to the top right of the door, "All you need to do is touch the door," The door pulled itself to the left, "And you'd be in your room," Batman walked back to the zeta tube, heading to the Watchtower.
"Thanks," Danny whispered, not sure if he'd be heard.
The halfa was in the Batcave. Alone. The first thing he did? He went into his room and locked the door. He decided to take a look around, it was more like an apartment than a room.
He'd basically walked into a kitchen, there was a fridge, a stove, even cupboards with food and dishes. Danny walked through a doorway, a living room. The room had a couch, a TV about half the size of the one at the mountain and a small desk with a computer in the corner. Danny was getting curious about how long Batman had this room, and why he had it.
There were two doorways branching off from the living room, one was his bedroom. A double sized bed with black sheets, bedside tables and a dresser opposite the bed. The other room was a small library, because why not catch up on your education?
Danny decided the first thing he should do was eat, seeing as he hasn't had a proper meal in a while. He just made a simple sandwich eating it very slowly, he'd read somewhere that he may throw up if he ate too fast. Once he finished, he decided to get some well-deserved, undisturbed sleep.
Danny woke up, sweating and on the verge of screaming. God, how Danny hated nightmares. No, not nightmares, memories. The GIW, the pain, the agony they forced him to endure. Luckily, Danny wasn't there, physically at least. Apparently, that didn't stop him from reliving it every time he fell asleep.
Danny looked at the digital clock next to his bed, 3:00 am. To be honest, Danny didn't know how long he'd been asleep. He didn't really pay attention to the time then.
Danny got up and went to the bathroom and got a shower. After being refreshed and feeling less groggy he checked his dresser, not sure what type of clothing would be in there. It was all black, the perfect reflection of Danny's mood, even if it wasn't his style. He put on a black hoodie with white around the edges of the sleeves, he wore black skinny jeans, because now he's apparently emo or something.
He looked at himself in the mirror, he looked thin. The hoodie didn't do himself any justice, being two sizes too big. The item of clothing hanging loosely on his lanky frame. The skinny jeans were a bit on the big side too, possibly why they were skinny.
He went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water, quickly downing the drink. He refilled the glass and walked into the living area, turning on the TV in the process.
The local news channel came on, Gotham City. So that's where the cave is? Danny knew it was no secret where Batman was based, but that didn't mean he knew where it was.
The reporter was basically doing a report on a recent Bat's crime fighting. Danny, wanting to find out more about his current 'guardian' listened in.
"The Batman was reported to have fled the crime scene with Robin just as the police arrived. He's probably headed to stop another crime as we speak, thank you, Batman."
Just by one minute of a report, Danny realized how respected the Bat was, and also how much trust people had in him.
Seeing that Batman and Robin were still out on patrol, Danny decided to have a look around the tech infested cave.
Opening his door, he poked his head around, solidifying the fact that no one was in the cave.
Stepping out, he felt wrong. Wrong for being here, wrong for experiencing what his best friend would've wanted. But it felt right, said friend betrayed that title when he did nothing to save Danny, nothing to get him out of that torture.
Shaking his head, Danny walked over to the computer. It was at least twice the height of Danny in size, the chair looking like a spec in comparison. Danny continued looking around, spotting the place that the Batmobile was usually held. Placed for easy access.
As Danny walked towards it, the Batcomputer turned on, the monitor showing a picture of Superman, asking permission to talk. Looks like that can't happen.
Danny looked around, trying to find an exit. There was the beam, only, that would take him back to the mountain, and right now, that was a no go. There were some steps leading up to a door, possibly nothing to do with Batman, but rather, who was under the mask. Then there was the exit for the car, except, no visible way to open it, and Danny did not want to turn so soon.
Suddenly the doors started to move, someone was coming home. Danny was stood like a deer caught in headlights. Unable to move. Not even capable of thinking. Just staring at the oncoming vehicle.
A/N: Three cheers for filler chapters!
~BoF
