@sherry-a-h ( I continued it!)
Danny would like to think he and Damian were friends. While they never talked much outside school they talked enough in classes to make up for it. Damian was the type to speak his mind when someone was bothering him. He had no problem telling some guy who acted chillingly similar to Dash to piss off before he chopped their dick off and shoved it down their throat. Damian didn't say that directly of course. He had a more elegant way of putting it, like hitting someone with a silken pillow full of bricks. They all knew what it meant the second the word "Castrated" was used.
Damian hadn't told him to piss off yet. He listened to his rambles about space and debated with him on the characteristics flora and fauna would have if certain planets ever grew life. He didn't seem to grow tired of all the space facts thrown at him with every conversation and never got angry with Danny's obsession with the stars. The feeling was mutual; Danny could never grow weary of Damian's love of animals. He'd learned more about cows and reptiles in the few weeks he'd known Damian than he'd ever learn from any book.
Point was, Damian was someone he cared about deeply. That's why the camera's being shoved in his face and the rapid fire questions from people he vaguely recognized from TV was so alarming.
"What do you have to say about the recent exposure of your relationship with Damian Wayne?" A reporter with sleek black hair questioned shoving a microphone way too close to his face. Danny considered taking a bite out of it just for shock value.
"Um... I don't know? He's a cool guy to be friends with," The reporter gave a pained hiss at his words before turning to look at the camera.
"ohhh~ Sounds like a tough rejection for Damian awaits," Before Danny has the time to process what was said another reporter is shoving yet another microphone is his face backing him into a wall.
"Why don't you like him?"
"What don't you like about him,"
"Did he hit you? Is that where you got that bruise on your cheek?"
Danny brushed his hand against his cheek and sure enough there's a bruise. A token of walking home alone as a vulnerable looking tourist. Stealing his money was low but the pistol whipping was just uncalled for.
"no, I got mugged," Why would Damian ever hit him?
"What do you think of Gotham so far," he felt like that question redundant considering his previous response. It was also completely unrelated to the apparent obsession they had with Damian.
" 6/10 not enough gargoyles on the rooftops, the vigilantes are cool though," He laughed, glancing around for any kind of escape from this situation. This is why he never watched or read anything news related here the reporters were like starving vultures.
It was like playing twenty questions with a group of people who never let you have a turn to ask.
" I'm flattered you think I have game but no" He hasn't landed a date since Valerie broke up with him.
"What is your relationship with the current Robin?"
"Never met him next question."
"Is it true you're being stalked?"
"Does you guys following me count?"
Danny was tired he didn't even want to get lunch anymore. He just wanted to go home and spend the rest of his Saturday playing Doomed. Instead he was standing on a street corner being interrogated. Maybe if he threw himself into traffic they'd leave him alone?
Bless the ancient's he's saved! The savior the holy Blah Blah foretold would rescue him from the flock of blood thirsty reporters has finally arrived; just in time!! He was definitely being dramatic but the sight of his knight in shining cardigan running towards him was enough to bring tears to his eyes.
It was like a miracle! His interrogators scattered like mice at the sight of Damian rapidly approaching. Perhaps his hero would appreciate some lunch as a reward for this rescue?