Grand Theft Danny part 34
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Dick would like to say, he was having a pretty good dream. He couldn't tell you exactly what happened in it, but the shadow of emotions that he could still taste in his memory involved, specifically, purple cotton candy, a red hot air balloon, and the full body warm sensation after taking a bite of a freshly made chili dog.
That dream was popped with the sound of his name being shrieked into existence with pure desperation and the boom of his door being kicked open with the vengeance that could rival Batman in his heyday.
He also was unashamed to say he screamed.
He was, however, ashamed of how long it took him to get his bearings (and heart) back on track to finally listen in on whatever manic ranting Duke was spouting as he paced in Dicks room.
“-e have forgotten about her! She is on the JL Dark, she is unarguably the easiest to find slash talk to!” Dick flinched as Duke spun and pointed straight at him. “Call her NOW Dick!”
“Duke, buddy, what are you going on about at-” Dick glances at his alarm clock. “Five twenty-eight in the morning?”
Duke made a choked, miserable noise. “Call. Raven. Here.” He enunciated slowly. “Get her here to look at Danny.”
Dick blinked slowly. “Can we at least eat first?” He asked.
While he was hungry, the look of pure annoyance that he usually only got by delaying Tim's own manic detective episodes was worth Duke tackling him back into his bed.
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