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Timmy… Baby Bird… WHAT??!! Part 3/3
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Oh.
Danny wasn’t expecting Dante to actually show up when he called because his family wanted to meet the man he called “Dad.”
Okay that’s a lie. Dante has a need to make sure Danny’s okay.
At least B’s showing emotion. (Even if it’s the competitive need to prove it’s his kid and not this ghost man.)
Danny’s fine!
(͎>͎-͎•͎-͎<͎)͎
Danny is not fine.
Dante wanted to see his room at the manor.
“Why is there so many coffee cups on your desk.”
“Your floor is covered in clothes and towels.”
“OH MY ANCIENTS WHAT HAPPENED TO THE TUB?!”
“I survive on caffeine dad.”
“I haven’t put them away yet. And yes I know about the pile of moldy ones. I haven’t had time to throw them out yet.”
“Popped a stitch yesterday. I’m fine now. Alfred patched me up.”
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Bruce was enjoying his quiet knowing he and Dante made an agreement on parenting Tim/Danny.
Dante gets him every other weekend.
He was working on a case file when, “OH MY ANCIENTS WHAT HAPPENED TO THE TUB?!”
Sigh.
He had it coming.