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Danny always thought that his life could not get weirder after becoming the human equivalent of a Schrödinger's cat at fourteen. Yea the government agency trying to murder him was crazy but it could have been worse. The godfather who was in love with his mom and also somehow half ghost felt like a walk in a park compared to some other things. Becoming the king of the whole ghost zone was crazy and super duper odd.
But somehow, at 18, even that got topped for the weirdest thing to happen to him!
Not only was Danny living in Gotham and attending Gotham University for their engineering program, he was being stalked(?) by the local fruitloop’s son.
Don’t get Danny wrong, he has had his fair share of weird and unusual crushes but this guy was a little bit insane. So what if the guy was kinda drop dead gorgeous and some weird ghost section of Danny’s brain wanted to lock him away in the ghost zone, he was really freaking weird.
Danny may be weird but the attention that he was getting from Damian is borderline otherworldly.
It all started pretty normal, they would occasionally lock eyes across the quad or bump into each other at Danny’s favorite coffee shop and Damian would just happen to leave an untouched coffee, which happened to be his exact order, on Danny’s desk.
But then Damian (tried to) bug Danny’s laptop one day while he walked away from it at the campus library. Then came the deliveries of Danny’s favorite snacks directly to his dorm even though he has never told Damian his address or spoken more than 30 words to the guy.
It all really came to a head when Danny went to go to the campus financial department about his scholarship aid for the next semester and found his tuition paid for!
Most people would be very scared, fearing for their fragile human life at this point. You know, almost getting digitally tracked and the whole home address thing definitely seemed like the next step was Damian having his head on a platter in his rich man fridge; however, Danny was not like most people. He could care less about the stalkery things. It was a little bit charming to know someone cared so much and was trying to understand him so deeply. Like remembering his coffee order or knowing his schedule well enough for a single glance at one another.
But the money was too far and he was pissed.
He hated, absolutely despised, when rich fruitloops tried to use their money as a bargaining chip for his affection! Vlad was weird enough, he was not repeating any of that weird shit in a town literally known for crime and villains!
He knew that the Waynes were overly rich people and probably had the yearly income of every person in Amity park combined but he did not want to be a charity case of the youngest heir. He has always been poor to everyone around him and he was not letting that become a thing in Gotham too. He was a king of an entire dimension for realm’s sake!
So next time Danny saw Damian doing his weird stalker thing that Danny usually blushed at and ignored, he stopped him. No, it wasn’t casual or even remotely nonchalant.
It was a normal Wednesday at the campus cafe so people were talking and studying but generally quiet. Damian, as he usually does, was attempting to speedwalk past Danny’s booth while dropping off his favorite drink (a large quadruple shot espresso with oat milk, caramel syrup, whipped cream, and chocolate shavings on top). Instead of bolting as usual, Danny fully looked the Wayne heir in the eyes with his weird too many teeth smile and pointed to the seat across from him in the booth.
Danny almost laughed as the other man looked at him with a startled cat expression. It was like he never expected Danny to look his way let alone fully stop him. Or maybe it was the terror that was his plotting smile.
Nonetheless, Damian recovered pretty quickly and slid into the cold booth seat opposite of Danny.
Well, to be completely honest, Danny did not know what to do now. Yeah, he was super confident and ready to tell off the Wayne heir for being a weird fucking fruitloop. But with the full view of the billionaire in front of him, he was left speechless.
Of course Danny knew that Damian was gorgeous, even with his stalkerish tendencies and oddities. However, finally getting a full view of the man in real life, Danny thought he was gonna freeze over the cafe (if the temperature dropped a few degrees, that was between him and Clockwork who undoubtedly was watching and laughing at his expense).
Damian looked like he was carved from stone, a marble statue lost in time and familial history. And it was absolutely jaw-dropping to Danny. Damian was very masculine with his fine clothing and slim athletic build on a nearly six foot stature but his face almost could make you believe that he was soft. He still had strong features like a sharp jawline but instead of crisp and hard, it was natural and slightly round like the man was never truly able to rid himself of his baby fat. Damian also had sharp eyes with stunning eyelashes that made Danny wonder if he was wearing mascara or truly was loved by the gods. Not to mention, the color of the Wayne heir’s eyes. They were nearly a void with how rich of an emerald green they were, it made Danny wanna get lost in them forever.
However, seemingly embarrassed by how Danny was just staring, Damian cleared his throat.
Danny could feel his eyes widening feeling like he was a kid caught with his hand stuffed in the cookie jar. Similar to Damian, he flashed a quick blush in a peculiar greenish hue.
“Hello Daniel, it is nice to see you today”
Danny almost started laughing. Fruitloop Jr. was so prim and proper, it was cute. Also him saying it was “nice to see” him like Danny isn’t fully aware of the other man’s habitats that most would say is stalking.
“Hi Damian, call me Danny. Daniel is a little too posh for my liking”
Once again, Danny almost laughed directly in Damian’s gorgeous face. While still stunning, the man took on almost a cat-like expression when Danny made fun of his stuffy accent. And it seemed like the invite to the less formal name had just about fried the nepo baby’s circuits.
“Okay…Danny. Why did you…stop me today?”
Danny really liked the way his name rolled off the man’s tongue, so casually said but it did something. Not to mention, the waves of nervousness rolling off of Damian. Usually uncomfortable emotions like nervousness tasted a little bitter to Danny. But Damian’s emotion was basically melting on his tongue. He wanted so badly to lick his lips, get even a taste more of the complex man’s ever so clear emotions filling his senses.
Luckily, Daanny didn’t do that. Instead he was normal… Well as normal as he can be.
“Well Mr.Wayne…” He saw the cringe rack through Damian’s lean frame. Seeing the shiver he wondered lightly how else he could get the mixed boy to react.
Shaking away the thought, Danny kept talking.
“I have noticed that you have taken a little bit of a liking towards me or…have far too much little rich boy time on your hands”
The taste from earlier only got richer and Danny honestly was drunk on it. His face broke from the human smile to the slightly too wide one. He could feel the flicker of his eyes to their cryptic hue.
Even better was that Damian, the Wayne heir himself, couldn’t even defend his weird motivations with Danny. Danny could see how he froze and decided to pity the man. Maybe he would get an even more delicious taste to savor if he got the man to blush.
“From your silence, I am betting it was the first option,hm?” Danny felt almost boyish with the teasing. Maybe this is how Paulina felt back in high school.
Danny knew he was going too far. It was time for the actual reason he got Damian to sit down. The weird money stuff.
“Well, I am quite flattered and would love to get to know you; however, your little stalker routine is getting old.”
Damian for the first time actually blushed and it was to die for. Not only was the hue playing so beautifully on the man’s tan skin but the flavor nearly had Danny moaning. It was like silky chocolate melting in his mouth.
“It was nice with the coffee and the snack but you went too far. The money, the “scholarship”, whatever, it was too much.” Danny made sure he was firm in his statement, none of that ‘oh well i thought you enjoyed it-’.
“You do not need to bribe me or fund my education to get my attention, Damian. I know your family name and who you portray to be but that is not who I want to know”
Danny is sure that he sounds sure and confident but he is about one nasty burger fry away from pissing his pants. He has never had to be the cool and suave, relationship starting pattern so this was weird. Like all his past relationships just happened but he wouldnt fuck this up.
“If you want, I can actually give you my phone number and we can plan to go out together. Okay?”
Danny could still see and taste the flush of Damian’s face as the man handed over his very sleek Wayne phone. It was cute to see a sweet and dare Danny say, shy part of the usually vicious and sophisticated youngest Wayne.
“Well, thank you for the drink, Damian. I do love sweet things but I will be late to my physics lecture if I don't leave now. Text me when you wanna set up a date, I’ll be waiting”
Danny was extra bold (drunk off of Damian’s emotions) and ended the sentence with a sly wink before walking to the door.
When he reached the outside air, subsequently not breathing in the delicious emotions of Damian, everything dawned on him. He not only finally talked to his gorgeous and rich and cool and non-chalant stalker/crush. But also gave him HIS NUMBER to set up a date?!??!
This was not meant to be a ‘oh you like me, lets go out’ confrontation! It was literally just to get Damian to stop pushing money at him!!! Curse that man for being so tasty and for Danny’s recent stay in the ghost zone, it always fucked up his normal people senses.
It was cool. Everything would be just peachy and sunshine and rainbows.
Danny repeated this to himself as he journeyed back to his apartment so he could grab his lecture stuff. He had not expected to be at the cafe so long, that definitely wasn’t just a subconscious factory reset that his brain made him do to get away from the deliciously intoxicating taste of Damian Wayne’s shyness. Or a mechanism to stop him from taking the man to his keep in the ghost zone.
He justified everything by saying that Damian would probably realize that Danny was not cool, handsome, or whatever else could have made the man be attracted to him in the first place.
This would all be swept under the rug. You know a funny moment about how Danny almost dat-, no, got a date with a gorgeous gothimate billionaire. Not a dashing love story of two college students who were star crossed lovers or something equally as clique. Heck, Danny would bet that Damian had already come to his senses and deleted Danny’ number from his overly expensive phone.
To really prove a point, Danny got out his phone, ready to laugh at all of this with Sam and Tucker. Like how does weird shit still happen outside of Amity Park,nothing more than another insde joke for them to reference at his expense. Before he could do that though,a random number popped up. Not thinking, Danny opened the message after seeing another message was sent.
April 15, 2026
1:54pm
-Hello Danny, this is Damian. I am texting you
so we can set up the proposed date.
1:55pm
-I know it is unbecoming to openly admit such
a thing but I am very eager to get to know you.
Danny was so fucked.