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Fanfiction Recommendation 535: transmission (Star Wars Rebels)

transmission - mxtr3ssquickly - Star Wars: Rebels [Archive of Our Own]

A great story where Kallus accidently sends a message to Zeb while sleep-deprived.

This is written by @mxtr3ssquickly, so let them know if you enjoyed it.

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Put the ass in assistant

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Danny is Diana Prince's personal assistant.

He's not sure exactly how it started (thats a blatant lie. there was a job opening at the Smithsonian and it came with behind the scenes perks and he wanted to abuse the heck out of them at the Air and Space Museum) but he was now a personal assistant.

and it was kinda fire actually.

not that he would ever say that out loud.

Dr. Prince (You may call me Diana, Daniel. If you call me Danny. Touché) was an expert on Ancient Greece. (and something about the way she quirked the corner of her lip whenever she said that reminded him of when someone asked him about ghosts. but he refused to think about that connection any longer than necessary because he knew it would complicate his life and he was decidedly looking to not do that thank you very much)

and thanks to his teen years spent brawling with the dead, he knew a fair amount about the topic himself. (an amount that was definetly not suspicous) Which was probably the only reason he was kept on long enough to go from highly disfunctional ex-teen vigilantee to competent PA. if he was being entirely honest.

He's not entirely sure how he got the job. he knows why he applied, and why they kept him on, but the hiring of an astronomy PhD canadite for a PA position at the Natural History Museum was beyond him.

It was probably Clockwork.

Whatever, he was getting off track.

He didnt know how he became a PA, but he didnt hate it.

Especially when it brought billionaire tech genius (and noteable playboy) Bruce Wayne to his desk. There's something inherently satisfying about making a rich guy wait in a room not designed for waiting just because he thought he could just barge in without an appointment.

It had been 20 minutes.

And Danny had made exactly zero attempts to contact his boss.

Wayne had begun to fidget. Barely noticeable unless you had lengthy experience studying people for sudden changes in behavior denoting agression or possesion. Which Danny, unfortunetly, had.

Eventually his fun had to end. And that time came at the 35 minute mark when the sensor he had covertly embedded in her office triggered the notification on his computer to blink once. He waited a few extra minutes, set a calendar appointment. waited for his phone to ring (startling the billionare in the process) made a show of checking the device and 'typing' a response and then got up and sauntered the 6 feet from his desk to Dr. Prince's door and knocked to get her attention (and make sure his face didnt let on that he Knew that she hadn't been in her office for the last hour.) Hyper aware of the eyes following him.

It was shaping up to be an interesting kind of day.