#because why not

[leoniejulie]

[alien-slushie]

Danny: *Gets summoned to a universe*

Nightwing: Good news! They didn't summon whatever they were after! Bad news! They still summoned someone! Good news again! They aren't freaking-

Danny: Oh my god Ive been Isekaid! Noooooo!

Nightwing: Scratch that- they're freaking out!

Danny: ohancientsohancientsohancients truck-kun why have you forsaken me! Ohkay Danny, you can do this- You just need to remember that last thing you played or read! This place looks modern so definitely not my history book-thank ancients-but ugh please don't be COD, im too pretty for war! Maybe its Pokemon? I could deal with Pokemon! Find a-a Phantump, we could be besties-

Robin: Will someone get down there and shut him up?

Spoiler: If we can't send him back home, can we keep him? He's funny.

Red Robin: He sounds like hes going to have a panic attack!

Batman: Just go down there and help him.

Bat & Birds: *slowly approaching*

Danny: *looks them all up and down* Wait, I'm in the DCU? That means I'm in the same Universe Martian Manhunter! *starts squealing and hopping up and down* Best birthday ever!

[beedlemeister]

Intruder

[oonightmareoo]

Danny has had... no, not multiple, but one high-profile patient.

But this one was seemingly more high-profile than all his patients combined and then some. Every NDA he signed essentially said the same thing in different words - if Danny spoke even a hint of his sessions with this potential patient, they would know and they would make sure he was buried more than 6 feet under. 20 feet under? That sounds like a reasonable number while still expressing the severity of the consequences Danny would incur by speaking about this potential patient.

He'd yet to meet the person, didn't even know their gender or name, but file after file had been appearing for the week leading up to their first meeting as if they couldn't help it.

Really, it told a lot about the potential patient to him. Clearly, they had anxiety. Each time they thought of a new worst-case scenario, they sent another NDA or document for Danny to sign. It didn't bother Danny much, since the saying "dead men tell no tales" wasn't much of an exaggeration in his case, so he signed the new document and sent it along back to its master. But it was interesting that each document outlined a new problem, a new thing Danny wasn't meant to speak on to anyone but the patient. One such document even explicitly stated that no one claiming to be family was allowed access to this patient's files, that all documentation should be handwritten and put behind a bio-lock when not in use. It was almost fascinating, if he were to be honest.

So yeah, they had severe anxiety, they catastrophized various scenarios, potentially there was some OCD, definitely some paranoia; Danny would even joke that he could diagnose this patient before ever meeting them, if he were allowed to speak about them. Of course, it would just be a joke - Danny would never be so irresponsible.

It also informed Danny that the patient was wealthy. Every NDA had a price tag. Every legal document with a payment behind it. Likely, there would be multiple things common amongst those with wealth. Danny could see his doctorate shriveling as he imagined connecting every issue to the patient's parents, their lack of attention and their choice of using money in substitution of parental love and attention. If they were a nouveau riche, then maybe imposter syndrome or narcissism. Maybe they were trying therapy on a recommendation from a loved one or friend.

Regardless, what Danny wasn't expecting was someone that was about his age- no, wait, this was Timothy Drake-Wayne, he was a little younger than Danny. "Huh," Danny hummed under his breath, before turning on the professional smile as he held out his hand. "Hello, Mr. Drake-Wayne, it's a pleasure to meet you."

[chickengeak]

Merlin

[the-labyrinth-of-me]

broke: your partner discretely makes you aware of your embarrassingly obvious arousal over a book cover and gives you the chance to adjust your clothing before anyone else notices

woke: your partner unabashedly stares at your crotch, lets you know and isn't even ashamed of it

[brandonlees]

A CINDERELLA STORY 2004, dir. Mark Rosman