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It had been a fairly calm night so far, so obviously something had to ruin it. However, Danny never expected that something to be a tiny feral child swinging past him using a… was that a grappling hook? Yes, it was. A tiny feral child swinging past him with a grappling hook in one hand, sword in another, trying to stab him.
The child also appeared to be Robin. Well, that’s what Danny gets for thinking he could pass through Gotham to try and lose the GIW. (It was a better plan in his head. Much better.) But if Robin was here, that meant… oh, crap.
Right on cue, a dark shadow appeared out of a spot Danny was sure didn’t have Batman hiding in it a few seconds before. Danny didn’t have a clue about how to loom over someone 15 metres above him, but Batman clearly did. It seemed more terrifying than if he were on the rooftop with Batman, because at least then the feeling of being loomed over would make sense.
Danny’s attention snapped back to the rooftop with Batman and Robin, Robin yelling at him. “WHAT?” he yelled right back, given that he had no idea what the child was trying to tell him. Robin repeated himself, but Danny still couldn’t understand. He got a few syllables this time, but not really enough to decipher the sentence. Something something-own something-ear something something-ant.
Own, maybe like in clown? Had something happened with the Joker? Maybe they recognized him as a hero-slash-vigilante and needed his help with something else, because surely they would be fighting the Joker right now if he was out. Unsure, Danny floated down from where he had been – well, not stargazing, something else - cloudgazing? – cloudgazing, until he was floating on his stomach just a bit above Batman. Oh wow, the looming was so much worse.
“What did you say? I couldn’t hear you,” Danny asked Robin.
The younger boy growled out, “I was telling you to get down here. ”
“Oh, uh, sorry, I guess! Uh, why?” Danny asked curiously.
“To determine what your intentions in Gotham were, and if you are a threat,” Batman growled, the same as Robin but much deeper. Maybe it was genetic?
“Well… nothing, really? I might be here another night, or maybe two, but I’ll be gone soon. Just passing through, trying to get some people off my tail, you know?” Danny explained. Robin’s expression remained impassive, but Batman’s cowl shifted in a way that reminded Danny of a face Jazz wore a lot.
“Do you… have anywhere to stay?”
Oh. The expression was concern.
“Yeah, I totally do!” Danny lied. It was very obvious that neither of the others on the rooftop bought it.
“If you need it, I can set you up somewhere–” Batman tried, but Danny was already speaking.
“Ok, is that all? That’s all, now would you look at the time, I need to leave, to go to, uh, the place to sleep I totally have! Ok bye!” The words came in a rush, and the moment he finished speaking, Danny vanished from view. The two other vigilantes blinked, slightly shocked or startled, and Danny flew as far away as he could.