Okay so it's been a while since I posted anything for Charades Tumbling Down and I really miss it! So I've been working on editing today and trying to add some more scenes (though that part is really hard) sooo.... here's like basically the entire purpose of the fic: for Danny and Damian to have THIS conversation:
Their Personal Wants and Dreams VS Their Responsibilities and the Expectations of Their Families ->
Danny lays on his back on the floor of his room, staring up at the glow in the dark stars he stuck to the vaulted ceiling. Damian sits at Danny’s desk, posture straight as he types on his laptop. As usual, Danny is struggling with his essay and Damian is flying through his. They’d taken some time to brainstorm Danny’s thesis and body paragraphs, now all he has to do was make a graphic organizer with his claims and the textual evidence. But every time he tries, his eyes just slide away from his notebook.
So, Danny stares at the ceiling. His eyes locked on the realistic sticker of the Apollo 11 rocket that he pointed at the moon.
He’s not going to say that Damian is controlling. Because Damian isn’t (okay, sometimes he is, but most of the time it’s not that). He’s specific in an intense sort of way and he cares. He cares so deeply about so many things. About his pets and his family; he’s passionate about literature and art and music. He also cares about people in general, animals and nature too.
Danny wonders if Damian would ever like to receive flowers. Maybe not fresh-cut ones, but ones with roots. Ones that can be planted and Damian could watch them grow.
“Hey, Dames?”
“Yes, Daniel?”
“Have you thought a lot about your future?”
The clacking of Damian’s fingers on the keyboard comes to an abrupt halt. “My future?”
“Yeah. Like what do you want to be when you grow up?”
“Follow after my father, of course. Continue the family business and work with my brother at the company,” Damian says without hesitating.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Danny waves a dismissive hand. “That’s what you say, but is that what you want?”
The desk chair creaks as Damian turns to face Danny. There’s a pause before he speaks. “I am the blood son. It’s what I have been training and studying for. It's what I was born and raised for.”
Danny turns his head to look up at Damian and repeats, “Is that what you want?”“Is it what you want?” Damian fires right back. “You said you were born to scientists and then when they- after the accident you came to Vlad. Together you have continued some of your parents’ research. He’s laid a company at your feet and provided you with more wealth than you probably ever dreamed of having. So, Daniel Fenton-Masters, is it what you want?”