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Sometimes Danny REALLY wishes his parents never meant Vlad.
Why? Well for some reason Vlad decided it was a great idea to bring him and Jazz to Gotham. God he didn’t know how but, somehow Vlad convinced his parents to let him bring him and Jazz to a gala in Gotham. He knew his parents were almost always oblivious, but did they really think sending their children to the most dangerous city in America was a good idea? Apparently to them, yes! Sending your children to the most dangerous city in America is such a good idea! Like nothing bad is going to happen to them. Right?
His parents must have been out of their minds if they thought that.
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As a matter of fact his parents were out of their minds. They 100% thought Gotham was a safe place to send their children.
Danny was shitting tears of blood right now, Vlad was about to arrive any moment from now to go shopping.“Danny, everything is going to be alright, next weekend the gala is going to be over before you know it,” Jazz assured him. “Besides what’s the worst that’s going to happen while we’re there”
Danny raised a brow at her, he couldn’t tell if she was joking or being serious.
“Jazz in case you didn’t know Gotham is literally the most dangerous city in America” Danny replied right back, there was no way Jazz actually thought nothing was going to happen while they were there.
Jazz rolled her eyes. “It’s not like the Joker is going to break out of Arkham or Scarecrow is going to poison us with Fear Toxic the same night of the gala.”
Danny took a sip of his soda, Jazz just invoked a great idea. Danny pulled $20 dollars from his pocket “Fine let’s see if you jinx yourself, I bet $20 that Joker will attack the gala next weekend” Danny said, while waving the $20 in Jazz’s face.
Jazz smiled back at Danny.“Fine, but the winner also gets the loser’s piece of Mom’s fudge when we get back!” Jazz exclaimed, extending her hand out to Danny.
“Deal!” Danny shook her hand without a second thought, there was no way Danny was going to lose this bet. This was Gotham they were talking about.
*Ding*
Danny picked up his phone to read the message. His hands quickly covered his face, out of all people it could’ve been from it had to be Vlad.
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Fruitloop
Fruitloop: Get your sister and meet me outside, y’all will need acceptable clothes for the gala.
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Danny's eyes glanced to the window, outside was a big fat limbo waiting for them.“Urgh”
“What’s wrong Danny?” Jazz asked in cornered, placing her hand on his shoulder.
“The obsessed desparte fruitloop for our mom just arrived,” Danny sighed, pointing at the window. He would absolutely do anything to get out of this situation.
Jazz slapped Danny’s back. “What was that for Jazz? I didn't even do anything!” Danny said, offended.
“Danny, you know better than to call people that” Jazz answered.
Danny rolled his eyes. “It’s true though he won’t accept the fact mom isn’t his wife!” Danny put his hand over his forehead, leading back to mimic one of Vlad’s fantasies. “Oh Vlad I now realize how much of an idiot I was, please marry me I ditched Jack just for you” Danny said in a high pitched voice, before skipping out of the bedroom.
Jazz sighed, she didn’t know how she was going to survive the gala next week.
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“Shit”
Tim stared at the guest list, of all names that had to be at the top of the list first was ‘Vlad Masters’.
Don’t get him wrong he didn’t necessarily hate the dude, but the only thing the guy would ever talk about were the Green Bay Packers. He would go on for 3 hours straight talking about his love for the team, while Tim was just standing there forced to listen to the entire thing. It was exhausting!
“Hey Timbers whatcha looking at?” Dick said, interrupting his thoughts while swooping in right behind him
Tim shoved the list into Dick’s arms before taking another sip of coffee. “Vlad Masters is going to attend the gala next weekend” Tim said in disgust.
Dick didn’t seem surprised by his response, Tim made it very clear how much he disliked Vlad Masters after every gala. Dick shoved the list right back into his face, pointing at the two other names next to Vlad’s “Do you know who the other two guests are?” Dick questioned.
Tim stared at the two names ‘Jasmine and Daniel Fenton’, Vlad was bringing them as his plus 2s. “ You think they’re anything like Vlad?” Tim asked. He was going to cry if they were anything like Vlad, he did not need to be around three people who only talked about the Packers the entire night next weekend.
“Timbers Vlad isn’t that bad” Dick stated.
Tim raised a brow at him. “Dick that’s because you haven’t been in a full on conversation with him before, he will LITERALLY drown you in information about the Packers the entire night!” Tim exclaimed.
“…” Dick had no idea how to reply back to Tim.
“Cat caught your tongue?” Tim teased.
Dick elbowed him back in the shoulder. “At least I don’t have to attend next weekend's gala unlike a certain somebody,” Dick said with a grin on his face as he walked off towards the hallway.
Tim sighed, he was not looking forward to next weekend.