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“Are we ready?” Bruce asked his children, most of whom were standing behind him-awaiting instructions.
A series of ‘no’ escaped the children’s lips. Bruce sighed,” remember we are here to investigate Vlad Masters.”
A darker skinned boy, whom was of Arabic descent spoke up,” yes father,” The next child who was slightly taller than their youngest put in his piece,” right. About how he came into large sums of money so fast.”
The tallest, yet not the oldest, frowned fixing his red tie with a small golden clip attached,” and how he gets so many people to sign over their companies to him.” The rest nodded. This truly wasn’t an everyone case, so Cassandra and Stephanie stepped out. Mostly for Cassandra’s ballet performance, which Bruce promised to rent out the theater for the two later so he can be there for her performance.
Danny didn’t want to go, but he had to.
Danny Fenton, a freshly turned fifteen year old, wove his way through the trees towards his greatest and worse enemy. Usually he got the ghosts on his side and they just became some ghost(s) he just knew. But Vlad was one he never wanted on his side. The bastard was a backstabbing fuck, who, after Danny’s mother rejected him for the 10283838th time, turned his obsession fully onto Danny. Which, as it turns out, is way worse for the boy.
As he lightly flew closer to the edge of the clearing and to the outside of Vlad’s floral areas, he transformed into his everyday form or his ‘human’ form.
His ‘Ghost’ form’s skin is a light blue with green undertones, burning green eyes, and a masculine body, also complete with stark white hair that floated without any air like it was in space, speaking of space-his hair held thousands of stars and planets of different galaxies. Ones where Daniel might’ve gotten a little to obsessed and stolen the stars and hid them within himself.
But ever since Dan and Dani were de-aged he just started telling everyone they were his. With their altered memories and their blood, they accepted Daniel as their father. And yet cast aside Vlad. Good.
Now Danny wasn’t expecting a warm welcome when he entered through the front door, usually Vlad has traps set out for him. So when he finds no traps and Vlad just sitting as his impossibly long dining table, he frowns, crosses his arms, and stares.
The man’s voice was velvety and calm,” Ah. Hello Daniel, here have a spot of tea,” Danny looks at the man strangely before gesturing for the old man’s cup instead of his own cup. Clearly the man couldn’t have drugged his own drink. As he sits down and takes the whole tea down his throat, he thinks otherwise.
Vlad smiles,” see now we can talk Daniel,” the man chuckled lowly, all the young Halfa could think of was how much he hated the man and how much he loved his children,” how would you like to,” he strolls towards the boy’s seat,” go to a gala with me? As my Plus-One of course?” Daniel gave a gurgle, Vlad’s hands caressed the boy’s chin for a second, a look of fondness painted on his features. He pushed the boy slightly, giving his small and frankly drugged body a swift kick, knocking over the poor boy and the chair along with the child.
Danny’s last thoughts went like this,’shit not again.’
He pushed blankets off him, at least four were on him. He sighed, guess he fell for another one of Vlad’s schemes, he was burning up, and as he used a hand to shimmy the top of his shirt, he touched unfamiliar fabric. fuck, he thought.
Stepping away from the bed he noticed a tall human length mirror, as he walked slowly and quietly towards it he discovered a few more pieces of his memory.
Before him stood a messily put on buttoned up shirt, which he did not put on, a green and blue tie, which he also didn’t put on, with black and grey slacks, he did not put that on. Beside the mirror stood a brown wooden dresser with a black finely trimmed jacket and a yellow note on it, not Clockwork’s he reminded.
‘Dear Daniel,
How unfortunate it was to have you pass out next to your tea. If you don’t remember, you agreed with me to go to the gala held by Bruce Wayne.
You won’t go back on your promise will you?
P.S- your powers will be dampened for the duration of this gala, per the affect of a device I made..Surely you remember it? Also Our children will be resting at Day-Care held by Fright Knight. Do not worry your pretty head off about them.’
Danny hated that man. Did he mention that before? First he now has to deal with two twins, which the man made, and now he has to deal with a gala from Brucie Fucking Wayne?! He frowned, tested out a charged ectoblast which pulled out a small green orb in front of his finger before bursting into tiny flames. He growled, pulling the suit jacket on and looking in the mirror, if Vlad wanted him to his perfect son(and father) then he’s at least going to do something his way, he thought as he loosened the tie slightly and messed up his thick black hair and decided to go away with any brushes or combs. Disgusted that apparently Vlad had dressed him. he knew it for a fact, the man literally had no butlers or servants.
“Father I was not aware Masters would be bringing someone,” Damian, Bruce’s youngest, spoke up, gesturing towards the tall man and a short male, who tucked himself into his neck and shrunk whenever Vlad looked his way and the more they looked the more they noticed the man’s small petite touches towards the younger male. Specifically when the man lingers a little longer on the boy’s hips and shoulder, a shudder escaping his body.
It took Bruce a while to notice that the two males were heading his children’s and his way. A small frown cascaded onto his features, until they strut up to him, a smile painted onto the two men’s faces.
Vlad speaking first,” ah. Hello Wayne, meet Daniel Jonas, my-“
Daniel Jonas looked annoyed at the man before snapping at him, and carefully(almost like he didn’t want Bruce, or his family, to see) removed Vladimir’s right hand off the boy’s lower back,” I’m his plus-one.” The frustration showed on the taller male’s face as he tilted his head slightly and side-eyeing the young boy, clearly towering over the young male.
“Welcome to the gala, Vladimir,” Bruce smiled falsely at the male, while he towered over the boy-he did not tower over Bruce’s six foot two self. Vladimir gave a soft smile, his eyes tightly closed as he wrapped a hand tightly around Daniel’s hand, and led him away from the group, and as Damian reported,” he’s heading the empty study to the right.” Damian then proceeded to take off to Gods’ know where.
Bruce decided on walking towards the balcony near the study, already knowing that the study(which was in his manor) was bugged.
“Seriously Vlad,” the boy spat the man’s name out like it was snake’s venom,” touching me and acting like we’re the perfect family.”
“Daniel calm down, someone will hear.”
That seemed to anger the small boy even worse,” listen here you little shit,” he tugged at the man’s tie, bringing him slightly down so he could look the man in the eyes,” the only reason I’m here is because you forced me too, and I want child support.”
“Oh come on Daniel. They are hardly our children,” the man scoffed, pulling Daniel’s hand off his person.
“They were made from us, with our bodies, with my blood, they have you in them,” The boy spoke louder at each word,” they are your children and they are mine,” the boy all but spat at the man, before turning and walking towards the door of the study, Vladimir gripped onto the boy’s arm growling.
“You wouldn’t tell anyone abou-“
“How you defiled a thirteen year old and had children with said child?”
“You know that’s not how it happened Daniel. Don’t twist my actions.”
“You want the truth? What you did harmed me, fuck you drugged me and then changed me out of my clothes while I was unconscious.”
“You wouldn’t have come if I hadn’t.”
“So you threatened me with my children?!” He screamed, a slap echoed from the study and stomping as Daniel stomped on the man’s foot in defiance, quickly escaping the room and walking off into the gala.
Bruce was the one to first find where the young man had gone, he decided against telling his children exactly where he was or what he had heard, just texting a small ‘found him.’
When he touched the young boy’s shoulder, and Bruce surely made sure to make his steps heard by the boy, a shudder escaped from the boy’s body before he spoke,” are you alright Daniel? You and Vladimir left rather suddenly.” He decided against telling the boy what he heard and questioning him about the no doubt traumatic events.
“Nothing happened,” he snapped at the man,”and it’s Danny. Only assholes call me Daniel.” Bruce could only nod.
“Are you enjoying th-“
“Why would I ever enjoy a rich person event?” He asked distrustfully. Bruce frowned.
“Well-“
“Why did you come up here.”
Bruce couldn’t speak.
“I know you didn’t come for some stupid reason. So spit it out,” he growled, and if Bruce looked closer he could’ve seen fangs. Still he took in the boy’s appearance.
Short thick black hair was messily thrown everywhere and he had ice-like blue eyes with pale skin. He was almost skin and bone, and as Bruce looked closer-the boy clearly was uncomfortable.
He consigned to telling the young boy a different version of the truth,” how old are you?” Danny looked startled at the question and in that spilt second he was frowning hard at the older male,” I mean, I think my youngest might be near your age.” The young male still seemed quite put off,” and he needs friends.” Honestly he was still keeping his ‘Brucie’ Wayne persona up, that’s the only reason he decided to stutter and let the boy think, he decided. Something made his brain scream DANGER at the mere sight of the boy. That did not shake him.
Danny Jonas finally considered the situation, or well Bruce assumed he was,” may I ask a question?”
“Shoot old man.”
Bruce gave a quirk of his lips at the tone,” how’s your home life?” Daniel looked taken aback, then concerned, then angry, then confused. Wow roller coaster of emotions.
“You’re not adopting me asshole. Im emancipated. I live on my own, I’m okay,” he declared defending himself. Obviously Brucie Wayne’s adopting tendencies scared the boy, Bruce did not frown, he did not smile, he just nodded. A solemn look on his face. He leaned towards the male, the boy’s frown centered and his eyes(Bruce could’ve sworn) flashed a bright green before fading to his usual cold blue. Bruce could only ask for him to come hang out at the manor for the sake of his youngest,” don’t bring Vladimir hm?” Bruce hated doing this, but he had to get the boy to come. Even without his children, whom Bruce was fearful for especially if Vladimir Masters had access to Daniel’s children, maybe the boy would bring his children. Or maybe he would yell and scream at Bruce. Calling him names and screaming bloody murder, calling him disgusting and insulting the man. Leaving and taking his children where, Bruce hoped, did not involve the predator of a man one; Vladimir Masters.
God he wanted to punch that man in the face. Hard. Like brain damage hard.