The evening before...

Bruce pulls back his mahogany chair and sits at the end of the dining table. He loosen his collar and twist to acknowledge Tim waiting for his arrival. He notice across the table Damien absence from his seat.

He does a quick glance around, "Alfred please inform Damien to join us for dinner."

"Right away sir,"

Alfred walked out the door when Bruce catches Tim huff. Tim continues to fiddle on his phone.Bruce raises an eyebrow challenging Tim in response.Tim looks away from his phone and shrugs, "I'm positive Damien is aware he's late."

Bruce soon hears two pair of footsteps, he sees Damien stiffly sit in his seat with a dark bruise on his chin.

Bruce immediately frown. "Damien explain."

Damien avoids glancing at his father and defiantly states, "What explanation is needed Father?"

"Maybe that big ugly bruise you got on your face." Tim mutters under his breath.

Damien glower at Tim, "This is a result of a simple misjudgment on my part. It will not happen again."

Tim opens his mouth to give a snarky reply, but Bruce interrupts him ,"Let Damien speak."

Both turn their attention to Damien whose stiffen in response. Damien looks at his plate with clench teeth. "I was ensuring my right as the heir was understood by Daniel. I corrected the misinformation Daniel was sharing about Fentonworks. As a result he became provoked which lead to him attacking me."

Bruce reads Damien, waiting for more to be said. When Damien remained silent Bruce disappointingly turns to Tim, "Tim?"

"Damien antagonized Danny by mocking the deceased Fentons. What angered him to punch Damien was I quote, "Upset your fraud parents managed to get themselves blown up?"

Bruce face remained stoic, and he turns to see Damien reaction. His mouth frowns and Damien continue to ignore his gaze.

Giving a heavy sigh Bruce speaks, "No patrolling tonight or the following nights. Access to the Bat cave will also be prohibit. Until you apologize and are forgiven by Danny for what you said."

Damien stands up and slams the table, he glares at his Father "Why?! I'm the one who was injured, he should be the one coming here and begging for my forgiveness. I -"

"Damien that is enough!" Bruce shout. Damien stares at his father with a befuddled and betrayed gazed.

"I am more than disappointed in what you've done today. To cruelty mock the death of a love one is not representative of the costume you wear every night. While you may have been granted the right to be Robin, a costume doesn't make you worthy of being a hero."

Damien shoves himself away from the table. Glasses cling at the violent action and Damien dashes away from the room.

Tim knew he would have to be the one to get answers from Danny. His mind has been keeping him up late at night the past few days demanding answers for theories and spiraling more questions. Furthermore, it is slim pickings to choose who can approach Danny after his visit the other day.

Dick? He has to return back to Bludhaven

Jason? Yeah maybe we don't want the violent angry brother to confront him for answers.

Damien? Psh, he has to set his own meeting to make amends for what he said to Danny.

Cass? Still in Hong Kong.

Steph? Has yet to even meet Danny which she's most likely heard from Barbara from now.

Bruce? Hah no. No one even mention the fact that Danny is a possible meta to him yet. Moreso, No one dares to even tell him that Damien help exposed the family secret night life. To Bruce Danny is his favorite by simply being an obvious civilian and not fighting crime on the streets.

So as usual it falls to Tim to get answers.

This is how Tim ends up following him after Danny's school ended. He watches how he walks to the local supermarket, walks a few more blocks then give a bag of food to the street kids, and walks some more then somehow disappearing from view after turning down an alley. Tim narrow his eyes analyzing where he could have gone.

"Is there a reason you are following me?"

Tim jumps in shock at how Danny is standing behind him. 'How did he?'

"Tim right? My friend Tucker is a huge fan of you but I don't see what's so great about a guy who looks like a stalker."

Tim sputters," I'm not a stalker! It's just after last time you visit it was hard to get a hold of you and I was just figuring when was the best time to approach you. "

Bemused Danny crosses his arms, "You know if you needed to reach me you can just ask Alfred for my number?"

Tim mentally groans, 'of course I should have checked with Alfred.'

Tim gazes back at Danny who now is crouching down. "What are you doing here? " he gestures to the dirty alleyway that's no where near where Selena condo is.

"Feeding the strays" Danny cracks open a metal can. With that sound a few cats that were hiding slowly make there way over.

Taking a second glance Tim sees the cans of cat food in the remaining grocery bags.

"Mom typically does it but I don't mind helping her out in taking care of the different cat colonies in Gotham. To be honest I'm more of a dog person, but don't go telling her that."

"We have a dog, well actually it's Damien but it's a black Dane, he goes by Titus."

"Cool, I sorta have a dog but he really just comes and goes as he pleases, adorable little thing except when he's mad then he transforms to a complete terror."

Silence fills the space as Danny works on feeding the cats. Tim stands awkwardly watching him proceed.

After Danny opens the last can he ask, "so why are you here Tim? You need something from me?"

"How are you a meta?" He blurted out. That wasn't what he meant to say.

"Wha?" Danny looks at him with furrow brows.

"Selena and Bruce both don't have the meta gene so how are you a meta?"

Danny looks at him in amusement, "I'm not though?"

"B-but I saw you that day! Your arm went intangible!"

"You saw that? Well I'm being honest, I'm not a meta, I am human ya know?"

"Then explain." Tim exasperate.

"My vital status is both alive and deceased?" Danny sheepishly rubs the back of his neck.

"What?! " How is it with every sentence he creates even more questions. Tim begins to feel the beginning of a headache.

Danny gives a laugh, "I know think about how I feel about it."

My bad for any grammar errors, this is the result of lack of sleep as usual.