Danny Fenton Gets Detention at Gotham Academy and Somehow Turns It Into a Support Group for Gotham Rogues
Danny Fenton gets detention on his second day at Gotham Academy.
Official reason: “disruptive commentary.”
Unofficial reason: he told a substitute teacher that their “vibe felt like a hostage situation waiting to happen” and then tried to give conflict-resolution advice mid-lecture.
Damian is also in detention.
The room is quiet. Boring. Normal.
Danny glances over. “Oh. Hey.”
Damian immediately reaches for a weapon.
Because standing outside the third-floor window is a Gotham rogue who definitely should not be there.
“Relax,” Danny says. “He’s not here for that.”
“That is a criminal,” Damian replies flatly.
“Yeah, but like… he’s having a moment.”
The rogue climbs in, looking less threatening and more… frustrated.
“I tried it your way,” he snaps at Danny. “Didn’t work.”
“You know this individual.”
Danny shrugs. “We talked yesterday.”
“Yeah, he needed advice.”
This is already spiraling.
More spiraling happens when another figure appears at the window.
Within ten minutes, detention has:
One vigilante-in-training (angry)
One civilian (unbothered)
Three Gotham rogues (confused, irritated, but oddly cooperative)
The teacher has not returned.
Danny claps his hands once.
“Okay, cool, everyone’s here.”
Danny: “Yeah, we’re doing a follow-up.”
Danny gestures vaguely. “Bad decisions.”
One of the rogues points at him. “You said if we didn’t escalate, things would go smoother.”
“They would’ve,” Danny says. “You skipped step two.”
“There are always steps.”
Damian is watching a known criminal argue about process with a teenager who should not be in charge of anything.
“Why are you listening to him,” Damian demands.
“…He’s weirdly convincing.”
Not fights. Not threats. Just… talks.
He breaks down their plans like they’re group projects that went off the rails.
“You’re overcomplicating it,” he tells one. “You don’t actually want the chaos, you want the reaction to the chaos. Different problem.”
“You’re focusing on the wrong target,” he tells another. “That’s why it keeps blowing up in your face.”
At one point, he hands someone a piece of paper.
“Write down what you actually want to happen,” Danny says. “Not the dramatic version. The real version.”
Damian sits there, absolutely still.
Because this should not be working.
They should not be calmly discussing motivations in a detention room like this is normal.
For once, Gotham’s chaos is… contained.
Damian finally interrupts.
“You are interfering with active criminal behavior.”
Danny looks at him. “Yeah.”
“Maybe,” Danny says. “But it helps.”
Danny shrugs. “Neither is what they’re doing now.”
One of the rogues raises a hand slightly.
By the time the teacher comes back, the room is empty.
Except for Danny and Damian.
“What happened here,” the teacher asks slowly.
Danny brightens. “Group discussion.”
Because later that night, reports come in.
Plans abandoned halfway through.
Damian finds Danny on the roof after school the next day.
“You are altering behavioral patterns,” he says.
Danny leans back on his hands. “I’m talking to people.”
“They are not people. They are threats.”
Danny looks at him, expression quieter than usual.
Because he doesn’t have a counter for that yet.
And that is deeply irritating.
