So for some reason or another, Danny is stuck with Vlad for an extended period of time and he gets dragged to a gala in Gotham celebrating the return of one of Bruce Wayne’s kids from the dead.
Honestly Danny wasn’t really sure which one, he didn’t really follow the tabloids and the man just had SO MANY!
At one point he manages to sneak away from the party with a plate of desserts and just plops down on a couch in the library to wait out the party.
He wasn’t actually sure how he got to the library, the mansion was just too damn big! You could live there for years and…never…see…another…soul…
Danny was struck with a thought.
What if he just stayed there? Wayne already has a bunch of kids, what are the chances he notices one more running around? If he even runs into him that is.
There was only one problem.
An absolute tank of a man just walked into the library acting like he was also trying to hide. He had just let out a sigh of relief when he turned and froze at the sight of Danny shoving a cupcake in his mouth while draped across a chair.
“Who’re you?” He asked, his eyes narrowed.
Danny’s mind raced, blurting out the first name that came to mind, the one he and his friends had joked about for a week when they saw it on a tabloid.
The man snorted, “oh really?”
Danny glanced down at his plate. He stood up and walked over to the man who was about the same height as him but was twice the width. He grabbed the man’s hand and placed a cookie in it.
“Yep, I am absolutely Dick Grayson.” He said, patting the man’s shoulder.
There was mischievous twinkle in his eye as he took a bite out of the cookie.
“Well then ‘Dick’ Jason was looking all over for you.” He smirked.
Danny smiled, “well then! We should probably go see what he needs!” Said before following the man.
They went to a room down the hall from the gala where a teen about Danny’s age was typing away an his laptop. The man walked up behind the teen and put a hand on his shoulder, making him jump.
“Hey Jason, I found Dick.” He said and the teen paused giving him a confused look.
The rest of the night continues as such, until the gala is coming to a close and nearly the entire Wayne family had gathered in a lounge area having an intense race in Mario kart.
It was getting late when Bruce walked in, annoyance clear on his face as he was accompanied by Vlad Masters.
“Hey Kids, have you seen a young man named Danny around tonight?” He asked, clearly exasperated.
Vlad stepped forward with a sneer, “there you are Daniel!” He walked over to Danny, about to grab him before a man with a patch of white hair smacked his hand.
“What the Fuck man! That’s my brother, Dick!”
Vlad rolled his eyes, “very funny mr Todd but-“
“Excuse you, but I’m Tim Drake.” He corrected him, pointing a thumb in the direction of another boy. “That’s Jason.”
“What?” Vlad said, looking between them.
“Yknow, I think I saw a kid head out towards the gardens, you can look there.” A young teen said with a helpful grin.
“Mr. Thomas, that is clearly Daniel right-“
“Actually!” The teen interrupted him, “im Damien, easy mistake!”
Vlad glared, “Do not take me for a fool young man! You-“
Bruce stepped in, “I don’t appreciate you taking that tone with my kids, now we should head to the gardens to-“
“HES RIGHT THERE!” Vlad yelled, ripping his arm from the man trying to guide him out of the room.
Bruce looked Danny dead in the eye and said, “no, that’s my eldest, Duck.” He shook his head. “You might want to get your eyes checked.
A man walked into the room carrying a tray of nachos
“That’s Dick Grayson!” Vlad yelled pointing at the man. He just looked confused.
“I’m sorry, but my name is Cassandra.”
“THATS NOT EVEN A BOYS NAME YOU-!!!!”
Bruce stepped in front of “Cassandra’ and glared at Vlad.
“I’ve been extremely patient but I will not have you disrespect my daughter like this! Clearly your godson is not here! Now you can leave or I can get security, your choice.” Bruce said, crossing his arms and standing straighter.
“You-!” He growled out before throwing his hands up in frustration.
“Fine!” He snapped before he stomped out of the room.
“So” ‘Dick’ spoke up. “You got the nachos?”
