After a short couple hour flight, the plane finally landed in Gotham. The climate of the city was completely different: it was stuffy, hot, and it seemed like the air was incredibly stifling. For the first couple minutes, Danny could literally feel the bitterness and acid on his tongue, even his eyes stinging from unaccustomedness. But that was just a matter of habit. After living in a small town where pollution wasn't the most pressing problem, being in a large city was overwhelming in its scale and noise. High-rise buildings, neo-Gothic architecture, combining modern developments with the architecture of old Gotham. It was truly beautiful, though a bit grim. The boy was sure Sam would have loved it. Finally, several members of the family got into different autos and trotted towards the city. As they drove in, Danny was greeted by a sign that read, "Gotham – a city where the fire in the asphalt of rolled up hopes was long ago extinguished."
After driving through most of Gotham, the car soon turned and traveled to a distant section that was seemingly cut off from the main city. The majestic mansion began to loom before his eyes as the car finally pulled up to the gates. It was a little uncomfortable... memories of the first time she and her parents had come to Vlad's house. Though, of course, the differences were, to be honest, very weighty and significant. Vlad tried to show off his wealth and didn't care at all about style. (Being a soccer fan is one thing, you could have just given your collection a room instead of spoiling the interior). Wayne Manor, on the other hand, had a special charm, the building seemed to embody a representation of a historical image, its architecture was particularly graceful. It was mesmerizing. But still frightening, to be honest.
Alas, only Bruce, Danny and Tim made it to the mansion. Richard had to go to another town for work, and Jason had to settle a work conflict somewhere else in the city. On the other hand, what could you take from them? They were adults with their own problems and lives. But it made the boy nervous. There were a lot of new people to meet, and somehow he had to hide inside the house so that he wouldn't disturb anyone. Finally, the doors of the house opened and they were greeted by an older man, dressed rather exquisitely, as one might say, with a needle. (Danny immediately felt like a ragamuffin who was sticking his nose where it didn't belong.)
An older man with perfect posture greeted them:
"Master Bruce, Master Tim, welcome home." - Immediately a piercing gaze also fell on the boy who was carefully hiding behind the two figures. He was immediately greeted with a slight smile:
"Greetings, dear guest. My name is Alfred Pennyworth, I am the butler of the Wayne family and have served them for many years. You may simply call me Alfred, as many members of this family do. How should I address you?"
Danny was immediately nervous at being greeted with such respect. Of course, this was clearly the man's job, some unspoken code of politeness to be followed, but the man did it with such ease that it took the boy by surprise:
"M-my name is Danny, Mr. Alfred Sir. Danny Fenton!"
The older man nodded satisfiedly and let the boy into the house, closing the door behind him:
"Very good, Master Danny. I suspect you're tired from the road and haven't bothered to eat a good breakfast. Let me escort you to your room so you can change out of your traveling clothes and join us at the table afterward."
(Danny didn't even notice that all the others had quickly scattered and the boy was left alone with Alfred).
The boy only nodded quietly, then took off his shoes and awkwardly placed them next to the rest of his shoes, hoping he had done the right thing. And when he turned around, he noticed Alfred taking his bags. Just then Danny paled a little and jumped up to the butler in concern:
"Mr. Alfred, sir, you don't have to lift them, they're heavy! I can carry them to the room by myself. I realize it's probably your job, but it's embarrassing for an old man to carry such a heavy load. I don't mean to insult you. Not at all. It's just that I'm embarrassed." -
Alfred understood exactly what the young man meant. Danny had only just entered their house and had time to introduce himself, but he was already visible: an insecure, modest child who was not used to receiving support and help, yet he was well-mannered, even if his parents (judging by the brief remarks of his charges) paid him no attention. What Pennyworth decided to do was to let the boy exercise his independence and carry the heavier bag himself:
"In that case, Master Danny, you may take this part of the luggage. I'll carry the lighter part. Let me help you, I insist."
The child obviously wanted to object, but seeing the insistent stare, decided to acquiesce and let the man help.
Soon they climbed the stairs to the second floor and walked to the far end of the corridor. All this time it seemed to the boy that someone was watching him. He could literally feel someone's eyes on him. At some point Danny couldn't stand it and turned around. Examined the area with his eyes. There. In the shadows. Something was there. Danny knows he's there. And he's sure the silhouette knows he knows himself. The boy's eyes read a slight worry in them, but he decided to leave it alone. It seemed that whoever was watching was simply showing curiosity and distrust. But no aggression with the intent to attack and kill as soon as he looked away. The silence was interrupted by the butler's voice:
"Your room, Master Danny. We apologize in advance that it may not be to your liking. You will soon be able to furnish it to your liking."
At the same moment, a question appeared in the child's eyes as to whether he was being played a joke on. It seemed completely unacceptable and wrong to him, he was here temporarily (even if it was temporary for a year or two). But he didn't have time to express it. He was left alone with his things in his new room. Speaking of the room: the first thing that greeted the guest was a soft fluffy carpet of bluish color, the bed was a double bed and seemed too big for such a small man as Danny. The linens matched the entourage and were a nice bluish-lilac shade. The walls were neutrally painted white, as if expecting someone to get creative and paint them to their liking soon. Next to the large window stood a wooden table with a small desk lamp. Opposite the bed was a closet that could clearly hold all of Danny's clothes for his life combined, and right now his stuff would take up less than a fifth of it. There were blue curtains and translucent white drapes hanging from the windows that made it feel lived-in and cozy. There was also access to a private bathroom and a toilet. You could take a shower and not have to wait for the room to be vacated, it felt like paradise.
On the whole, the room itself was very much to Danny's liking. It would be a shame to spoil it with his things, but it was worth it to put his things away and go downstairs as soon as possible. He had memorized the way and obviously wouldn't get lost, but he should obviously ask to be shown the entire mansion later. A tour of such a huge place with its many intricate corridors would never be out of place. First things first, the kid decided to move all the clothes into the closet, at the same time changing into clean clothes and throwing old things into the laundry basket. (not to say there was much variety, as his closet consisted of identical fallen NASA t-shirts)
Weapons and everything else he decided to put away in a far away drawer for now and preferably in a way that no one would find it or ask too many questions, at least for now.
Just at this point, after putting things away in the closet, Danny was interrupted by a small cough. He turned around and saw a kid about his age, maybe a little younger, but due to Danny's own short stature it wasn't clear. It was probably Damian, Bruce's own child that he had told him about. Before Danny could even say hello, he was immediately interrupted:
"You're not welcome here."
Danny frowned a little at those words, blinked a few times, and then replied:
"Well. That was pretty straightforward. Anyway, I realize I'm a temporary inconvenience here, so I'll try to just... stay out of sight? I promise I won't cause you any trouble."
Damian could only tsk tsk irritably at that:
"Tt. I'm watching you, Fenton. If I notice one suspicious gesture, I promise you'll regret stepping outside the threshold of this house."
The boy hurried away into the darkness of the corridor. Danny only stared at him until he disappeared, and then decided to follow him downstairs, where Alfred had picked him up earlier.
"Well, I was foolish to assume that everyone here would be happy to see me," - the kid's thoughts ran through his mind, but he wasn't about to despair. Bruce had warned him about Damian's hard temper. The boy wasn't going to insist on his friendship, to force it on him. For some reason, he felt that such an approach might make things worse. If Damian came to him with a request or a suggestion, Danny wouldn't stop him.
He was met downstairs by Alfred, who escorted Danny to the dining room. The table was set for several people, however only Bruce and Damian were downstairs. Another set for Danny, one probably for Tim. But for some reason he wasn't downstairs. Out of curiosity, Danny decided to ask:
"Isn't Tim joining us?"
Alfred decided to answer him:
"Master Timothy is under house arrest at the moment. He's been placed on forced rest. There are obvious vacation issues in this family."
Danny laughed a little at that. With his ghost fighting, double life, he was definitely fitting in well.
But that still left the question open. Who was the table set for...?
Just then another guest entered the house that Danny had never heard of before. It was a girl with dark hair and, admittedly, an eerily intimidating quiet gait. If it weren't for the ghostly sense that didn't work, the boy would have said she was definitely a ghost. She walked silently into the dining room and looked around at the newcomer to the room. Smiled affectionately and signed something. Danny didn't know sign language. He swears he was going to learn it, but he didn't have time for it. However, for some unbelievable reason, he had the feeling that he understood everything she wanted to tell him. As if having to communicate with a silent ghost. He could feel the emotions she wanted to convey, maybe not quite literally. Danny relaxed. Then smiled back at her and said:
"And it's nice to meet you. I'm Danny."
The girl's expression brightened and she seemed happy.
Just then, Alfred came up to them:
"Welcome, Mrs. Cassandra. Please come to the table."
And they came over. Bruce and Damian were sitting next to each other, Danny across from them, and Cassandra sat next to him. It made him feel a little calmer. Maybe it was a little easier for him when someone of Jazz's approximate age or older was sitting with him. His sister wasn't with him now, but the girl gave off a similar vibe of calm and peace.
When the food itself was served, Danny began to tense up. It would seem that in a stranger's home he should have no fear of sitting at a table, but no. There was no ectoplasm in those plates, the food wasn't contaminated, it didn't glow an unnatural green, it didn't move when it shouldn't. Still, his gaze tensed, as did his shoulders, as if he relaxed, the food that had been lying peacefully on the plate would leap up abruptly from it, grab the knife, and attack him.
Alfred distracted him with a question:
"I apologize in advance, Master Danny, I don't know your allergy habits yet. If you have any special requests, I am willing to accommodate them."
The boy swallowed hard, then rubbed his neck nervously and replied:
"It's okay, I don't have any allergies. Just...let's just say a slight fear of sausage, turkey, or some other bird-like thing. Oh, and toast. It's not that I'm picky, it's just not my best experience."
Today there were some of those things on the table. But beyond that, there were some familiar vegetarian-type foods. It might not have been the tastiest food, but thanks to Sam and her love of that kind of food, Danny had found out that her food never came to life, only became infected with ectoplasm, which clearly wasn't so bad. He decided to prefer her this time.
No one took offense to his comment, however. The older Wayne also decided to speak up:
"Don't worry, Danny, it's fine. It's not uncommon and a certain percentage of people can't eat certain foods after being poisoned."
The boy nodded, albeit reluctantly. It wasn't the poisoning that was the problem. Perhaps, to some extent, the ectosaurus could be called poisoning.
In any case, the dinner went very smoothly. When it was over, everyone went about their business.
Danny couldn't help praising Alfred for his efforts, for he had never had such a good meal before. And in gratitude, the child began to ask for help with the dishes. At first the butler refused to help, but after persistence on the part of the new ward - trusted him. The work went faster with the two of them. Danny may have seemed like a clumsy child, but he handled the dishes with special care:
"Thank you for your help, Master Danny. I'd like to say you're doing a great job."
The boy laughed at this statement, wiping the plate and putting it back in its place. Alfred raised an eyebrow questioningly, then the child realized that he was being asked to clarify his laughter:
"Just so... There was a moment at the beginning of the school year. I had to catch about a dozen plates at a time. Then I was confused and said something like, "If this whole superhero thing doesn't pan out, I have a great career waiting for me as a dishwasher." Or something like that?"
Alfred looked at him a little surprised, then asked a question:
"What's the 'superhero thing'?"
Danny went a little quiet, not wanting to talk much about it, but decided not to be put off:
"Our town had a problem with ghosts. Sometimes we had to take matters into our own hands to help people. Usually me and my friends would keep a low profile. But after our attempt at cosplay, a farce happened, and here I am. Sounds surreal, right? I mean. I just put on a Nightwing carnival costume and fought a ghost. And here I am in Gotham, home of the Winged Avengers."
Mr. Pennyworth laughed rather quietly and kindly at the situation:
"Believe me, Master Danny, many of this family have ended up on the estate under stranger circumstances. By the way, I don't mean to interrupt you too much, but it seems that Miss Cass would like to draw you out for a conversation."
The boy turned to the girl, who was standing quietly in the passage, watching. Her expression took on an interested look, studying, but not like the look of a scientist wanting to conduct an experiment or look at caged animals. Then Danny quietly apologized to Alfred and left his company, joining Cass's company. They never got to know each other properly, did they?
Cass led the boy toward the library. She gestured for him to follow her, and the child obeyed her without question, for he knew nothing of the architecture of the manor. Soon they were in a room and the girl led the boy to a table. Suddenly there was a map on it, which Kane had managed to steal on the way and sat the child down beside her. She gave Danny a small blue pencil and took a yellow one. Each room on the plan was marked with numbers that led to a small legend that spelled out the scale of the room and the name. Then the girl began to draw one of the rooms in yellow color, adding bats and small sparks. In the middle of it was drawn the inscription, "Cass's room."
Then the look of her expressive eyes settled on Danny, who seemed to understand the girl's idea and perked up. Then he took to the blue pencil a green one and asked:
"Where's my room on this plan?"
Cass immediately poked at the map. She already knew where the boy's new room was and had had time to study his things and the child himself a bit. She had figured out a few things for herself. For example, in order to interact with Danny, it would be worth coming up with a joint activity in which he could be creative. This will get the child to relax and start paying attention to the action rather than worrying about interacting with someone he doesn't know. In fact, that was how he interacted with Alfie, by engaging in a common activity, he was able to pull at least one interesting fact out of Danny about his life in his hometown. As it was at dinner, being under scrutiny, he clearly felt uncomfortable, as if he was under pressure.
Danny drew lots of stars in his room and a rocket in blue crayon, then added some green ghosts. Then wrote, "Danny's room," and looked at the older girl with a questioning look. She nodded satisfied and gave him a thumbs-up, then picked up a few more pencils from the table. On each room, she signed the names of her siblings, her father and Alfred. Then, the girl said a word very quietly:
"You'll know." - and gestured across the sheet, pointing to each name.
"You'll draw."
Danny blinked a few times and realized what the girl was trying to tell him. Draw things in each ward's room as he got to know each of them better. It was a good idea... And a game. Now, Cass took a small sheet of A4 paper on which she drew one part of the plan and the room. Then she smiled slyly and said:
"Hide and seek."
Afterward, the boy's nose was poked. And soon, the girl slowly backed away and disappeared into the darkness. Danny smirked. This, admittedly, was a great plan to learn the layout of the estate. Cass had given him a clue as to where to find it, now he would have to figure out what part of the plan it was and find it.
First, the boy identified the floor. This was important because the structure of the floors were similar. Yet, carried differences that could cause confusion. Then determined the approximate area of the room and the shape of the room. Found the exit of the room, compared it with the basic plan. But there was one thing he couldn't get out of his head. The look. He could feel that Cass hadn't gone anywhere. He couldn't see her, couldn't even hear her, but his gut was screaming that she wasn't hiding and was watching him. Danny turns around and looks in all the dark corners. At one point, his gaze lingers on one of the corners. He looks patiently, but decides not to touch the case or say anything. One thing he knew now was that Cass knew he knew. Still, he had to play by the rules. So Danny left the library and went to the room in question. It was a living room, one of several on the map. Once inside, Danny turned on the light and turned around. In the meantime, he heard the faint creak of a leather couch and saw a girl sitting happily on it. Her smile indicated that she was very pleased with his work and that she had been discovered the first time. (Although both of them realized that he had noticed her even earlier).
"So I think one point is well deserved for me."
At the proud declaration, the girl got up from the couch, came closer, and stroked the child on the top of her head. Then again took an A4 sheet, on which she drew a new section of the house and again disappeared into the darkness. The hide-and-seek continued with great excitement...
After about five rounds, Danny found himself in his own room to discover Cass. But upon entering the room, he was met with a slightly ambivalent picture. On one hand, it could be written off as simple curiosity, on the other hand, it was an invasion of privacy. Cass apparently couldn't help herself, and looked into the bag the boy had carefully shoved into the farthest corner. It held the suits Sam had sewn for him, and to be honest, he hadn't seen any of them yet. And the girl seemed to really like them. Cass held up a costume that embodied... Orphan? The boy wasn't sure and stepped closer. Coughing a little into his fist, he decided to get the girl's attention:
"Um...Do you like it?..." Danny asked uncertainly, watching Cass's face change by the minute. Her expression was taking on a proud yet joyful look at the same time. The girl immediately nodded her head in agreement, and then the look in her eyes began to express a request...
Danny understood her immediately and unconditionally:
"Do you want me to put it on?"
The uncertainty in his eyes, but the pleading in the older girl's eyes made him humble himself and take the suit in his hands. Danny looked at the thing and smiled. Sam's skill seemed to have gotten a lot better since their first time:
"Good. After all, Sam had worked hard to make it. Oh! Speaking of which. I'd like to shoot a video or take some pictures in it. I, uh, promised my friends. You want to help me?"
And Cass immediately agreed to help him. The girl walked over to their shared map and pointed her finger at Tim's room. At first, Danny didn't know what she meant or what Tim had to do with it. But then she said the word quietly, "Camera." And the boy understood. Cassandra excused herself, leaving Danny to himself. She'd gone to get the camera equipment and left him to change his clothes. Well, it wouldn't be the first time.
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Okay, this was totally not what Danny expected when Cass came back with the camera. The girl was so content and happy that she couldn't resist pulling the baby close to her to take a selfie. Happy, she put the slightly awkward photo on her avatar with Danny's number. (And Danny wondered where she even got his number from, since he absolutely did not share it with anyone.) But he didn't stop her. If anyone had a picture of him, it made them happy. Exactly! Cass was so excited about the costume. Was she really a fan of cosplayers? Apparently she was. That's why the picture with him in the costume made her happy. At least it made more sense.
So, they set about filming. The dark corridors of the manor were perfect for the task, Cass's camerawork perfectly executed. In a short clip, the girl, as cameraman, played the role of a criminal who was trying to escape. But a figure would appear from the shadows and dissolve into them just the same. Cass knew where Danny would appear next time, so she managed to catch him in the shots. At the end she ran down the hallway and a boy appeared abruptly in front of her, blocking her escape route. He showed some elegant and precise techniques, holding in his hand not a real dagger, which looked realistic enough in the frame. Finished filming, the girl showed the boy a thumbs-up and then Danny relaxed and exhaled contentedly. It was all done quickly and without reshooting. Satisfied, the two figures stood in darkness and silence until they were interrupted by a low, chastened voice at the other end of the hallway.
"Cass...? And... Cass...?"
Cass and Danny turned around, noticing Tim, who rubbed his eyes and squinted, shifting his gaze from one figure to the other. He then turned over the cup he had in his hands and looked at the bottom of it. A drop of coffee hit him in the eye, which he immediately began rubbing and wrinkling:
"It seems Alfred was right. I need to get some sleep…"
With those words, the guy immediately withdrew and disappeared back into his room. Danny rubbed the back of his head awkwardly and looked at the girl:
"I think I should draw that on the map, don't you?"
The older girl only gave a silent chuckle, which was clear from the slight twitching of her shoulders.
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At lunchtime that afternoon, Danny and Cass volunteered to help Alfred. It was the younger child's initiative, but they were not allowed to prepare the food, so they only helped with setting the table. But it was nice to spend time in the quiet, silent atmosphere. After lunch, Cass showed Danny the garden and the estate from the outside. The game of hide and seek ended and turned into some detective mystery related searching. They were able to lead Danny to Bruce's study, then the child was very confused when he met the adult man's gaze. Danny immediately hid the card behind his back and smiled awkwardly as he retreated back towards the door, but the adult stopped him:
"Danny? Do you need anything?"
The boy nodded negatively at first, trying to fumble for the doorknob and scurry away, but then he decided it was worth it to admit to their little game and awkwardly pulled out a card:
"Um... Actually, yeah. Cass and I are doing the map of the manor, she's helping me with the research. И.. Right now we're trying to find hiding spots or rooms to set up hiding places. I'm sorry to drop in and interrupt your work."
Bruce raised his eyebrows a little in surprise, only slightly, but he was relaxed enough. He wanted to hear the kid's speculation:
"And why did your study bring you here?"
Danny blushed slightly and looked away, touching the back of his head. (Bruce couldn't help but notice that the boy was having a hard time talking to adults and giving them his opinion.)
"Well... Um. We walked around the manor from the outside and inside. I decided to see how the ventilation system might have been laid out here. And when I came across this part of the house, I realized the square footage didn't match."
Bruce let out a surprised, "Oh?" followed by Danny looking at the map and walking over to the wall. Nothing remarkable, the room was well furnished, there were various furniture, among them an old antique clock, which obviously hasn't worked for a long time:
"The building seems larger from the outside. This could be just a visual effect, as the situation was similar a floor below, but there are a couple of things that look odd. It's as if from the inside, the space is intentionally made smaller? Usually false walls are used to hide pipes or ventilation shafts, sometimes to even out the space. But putting shafts in here doesn't make sense, nor does taking away extra space... so I got curious and went in to take a look."
Glancing at Bruce, Danny noticed the older man's shoulders tense slightly and for just a second the adult looked incredibly serious. However, Bruce exhaled, stood up and walked over to the child, placing a hand on his shoulder:
"You're right. Usually these things aren't noticed by regular visitors, I'm surprised you noticed it. I'll explain what this is all about. As you might have noticed, this estate, owned by our family, has been passed down from generation to generation. And the house, no matter how well cared for, falls into disrepair. This part of the estate has undergone a lot of changes, so some of the structure has become unstable. Extra space had to be sacrificed. This wall is now one of the anchor points."
Bruce spoke very measuredly and without any hesitation. But Danny realized something - he was lying. He'd definitely just lied to him, and he'd probably done it for good. And it was probably because there was some sort of hiding place in the wall. It was Bruce's office and there was probably a safe hidden in there somewhere that held important documents, papers, or even money. (Part of him didn't want to believe that this man could be as crazy as Vlad.)
"You lied, didn't you...?"
And Bruce fell silent. Danny didn't look at him and clutched the piece of paper, feeling uneasy. For some reason, he felt the room grow colder.
"Yeah. You're right."
Danny bit his lip and stepped back a little:
"I probably shouldn't get involved in this, right? It's an adult thing. It's just.. I'm not in trouble, am I?"
And the adult's voice took on a calmer tone:
"No. Don't worry. I'm gonna be honest with you. There's something you don't need to know or worry about yet. I promise you, one day you'll find out what's in there. But only if you want to find out, okay?"
Danny saw Cass walk up to them and stand behind the boy. She frowned and looked at Bruce as if she was slightly offended by him. The older man stepped back, giving the kids a little more space. The older Wayne coughed a little and looked embarrassed:
"I'm sorry Cass, I didn't mean to scare him. Ahem!.. I'm sorry, Danny."
The boy met his gaze with Cassandra, who looked very protective right now and reminded him of Jazz with her look. It made him feel better. He just nodded and apologized to himself for making the person who had welcomed him into the house so easily feel uncomfortable.
"Danny, you're not here to pick a can of worms on someone else's family. You promised not to cause trouble for anyone and to act quietly as if you weren't here. There's no need to overstep your bounds..."
– I think we should leave. Sorry to bother you again, Mr. Wayne. -
The man nodded and walked them out:
"It's okay, Danny. You can also call me Bruce or B, as my charges call me. Again, I apologize for any pressure I might have put on you."
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Once in the library with Cass again, the child added a few new sketches to the map. Alfred's room was full of sketches of food, drink, and coziness, while Bruce's room was filled with a gloomy atmosphere and painted clocks. After a little sketching, he felt lousy in his soul again. The girl felt his sadness and gently stroked the boy's head. She wanted to show that nothing terrible had happened and that Danny was definitely not guilty of anything right now. He looked up at her with his blue eyes expressing a question. Cass pulled her two hands forward and curved her two fingers so that they formed little 'lugs'. Like the kind Danny might have. She smiled. Whispered softly: "Bat-Boy." - which left the boy even more confused. That made Cass smile even more. She had gotten to know her new little brother very well over the course of the day: Danny was very bright, he picked up on things that others wouldn't and was good at reading people and their emotions. But also, when it came to the right answer, there was a block in front of him that seemed to keep it from coming to him. It was as if Danny could weave a web, solve this or that, but then just stare at the work, not realizing exactly what he had done or found.
But beyond that, the kid definitely didn't want to know the truth. He was afraid the truth might hurt him. Cass was determined to do everything she could to make sure he wasn't scared. The boy would need time to settle in here. And when the time came, to introduce him to the truth in a way that it wouldn't bite him like a wild animal. However, she couldn't be by his side, all this time. Her new brother must show more courage and try to get to know his siblings better himself. This map they made together is just an excuse. That way he can get to know each one, get to know their habits, their character. Their game is just motivation and incentive. But it would be a good accomplishment of the goal.
The girl poked the boy's hand at the map. Danny looked at the names:
"You want me to get to know them better."
She nodded. Danny sighed heavily:
"I'll try... After all, I won't always have someone around me to help me interact with others, right?"
Cass gives him a few thumbs up. Then Danny nods to her:
"You're right. But I need time to think things over a bit too. Thank you for your help, by the way. Oh! And can you give me your number? I kind of forgot about this whole thing."
And she's sharing her contact with him. That makes him feel a little better. Soon, they had to part ways and Danny was alone with his thoughts. He decided to write about everything to Jazz, leaving out a few details and the little run-in with Bruce.
Ghost_boy: So... what do you think about that?
Psych_help: Oh, I think that girl did a great job! I'm glad you're being looked after there. The map idea was really good. By the way, that reminds me of when you did the Zone map yourself. It must have been fun for you to be a part of that?
Ghost_boy: Actually, it was really fun. Cass is nice and reminds me of you. She's obviously not going to be here long though. So we'll have to get to know the others better. I'm a little scared to distract them, they seem like very busy people.
Psych_help: Look at it this way. Maybe they really are busy people, but maybe you could offer to help them. It helped you to spend time with a man named Alfred, didn't it? You can try it with others. Getting involved in a common cause is always a nice thing to do. Today was a great example of that kind of work.
Ghost_boy: Yeah, I guess you're right. Oh! By the way, Cass and I made our first video today. Sam did a good job on the costumes this time. Unfortunately I haven't been able to send them any messages yet, endless uploading. But it'll probably get to you.
Psych_help: I'll be sure to watch and rate it later, bro !
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Cass definitely also wrote in the general chat and sent the video they caught today:
Cassy: *attached mp4 file*
Cassy: Proud!
I_Need_Coffee: Holy shit, I thought I was dreaming today. I walked out of the room and thought there were two Cassandras standing in the hallway...
Blood_Son: You need more sleep, Drake. They look absolutely nothing alike.
DiscoBall: Avv, you guys are so adorable! Cassy, how's Danny?
Cassy: Loves space. Cassy: Shy. Witty.
Blood_Son: He's a menace. He almost discovered the cave.
FuckBatman: WHAT THE FUCK.
I_Need_Coffee: WHAT.
DiscoBall: :0 OMGGGGGGG
Supremacy: AHHAHAHA, HOW!?
Cassy: w
Blood_Son: Fenton noticed that the architecture of the building didn't match in dimensions in reality and on the plan. And caught his father in a lie.
Barbie: I'm obligated to go over everything on camera later. As soon as I get the footage, I'll post it here.
FuckBatman: The old man has either lost his face or this kid has been through enough shit to realize he's being bullshitted.
Cassy: Bat-Boy.
Lantern: I can't wait to meet him. I'll try to stop by this weekend!
Supremacy: I'm looking forward to today's video. I owe it to myself to see either B.
Cassy: :-)
Cassy: A gift.
DiscoBall: Huh?
Blood_Son: Kane means she would like to give Fenton a gift. Use your brain, Richard.
DiscoBall: Gross! ((((( Anyway, it's a good idea. But what would I get him?
BloodSon: A new closet. His clothes are a laughing stock. No manor resident should be walking around in rags like that. It is not even branded stuff, it is fake.
DiscoBall: Awww! Damian taking care of a new family member, how cute!
Blood_Son: I definitely do not care about him. I do not really care about him. I just do not want his appearance to embarrass the Wayne family, especially when he goes out in public.
DiscoBall: You care! CARE! YOU CARE!
Blood_Son: Remove Grayson from the chat room, he is being irrational.
Lantern: How about some real NASA stuff? Any teenager would love a hoodie or a cool t-shirt.
Cassy:
I_Need_Coffee: Why are you all so sharply attached to him? Don't you think it's weird? You guys are acting weird.
FuckBatman: It's like you've forgotten what kind of family you live in, Substitute.
FuckBatman: By the way, when are we going to add Cool Fire here?
I_Need_Coffee: When he learns the big secret, obviously.
DiscoBall: Give him time! He just got here. He needs to settle in a bit.
Cassy:
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