Prompt 01: Gotham Academy's Mentorship Program
βMr. Wayne, thank you so much for finding the time to meet with me.β Principal Carson, someone Bruce, became more and more familiar with as the years passed, welcomed him into his office.Β
βI hope my children arenβt causing you too much trouble, Mr. Carson.β Bruce chuckled lightly, sitting in the guest seat.Β
Proof of my understanding
Danny didn't know what to do. At all.
Mentoring? Like in the anime that Tucker watches? The ancients, from such a disgrace, he will die again, and will not even try to resurrect!
Damian sat and glared at him. Yeah, it hasn't gotten any better in the last couple of hours.
They are still going through this dating loop, which is already strangling them both.
Unpleasant. It's especially unpleasant to realize that Danny can't teach this little ghost anything.
The guy mimicked a person very well, so much so that he does not even know that he is close to beings of another world.
And how are you going to break the news?
Like, "hey, dude, you died and rose again, and you're not a person anymore, do you want to study the traditions of your people?"
Yes, they will close him in the local spill psychiatric hospital! And there just this week someone was eaten, killed and tortured!
β Okay, β the sigh is painfully doomed, almost on the verge of hysteria. Damian reacts to this with a sharp look, they still say "murderous" about such. Actually, he is only promised by them β From what I understand, you don't need a teacher. You have very high knowledge in the field of art, literature, and just high knowledge in mathematics and physics. Yes.. Cool, βthe rustle of pages-forms-questionnaires. That's what they've been doing all this time. Not the best pastimeβ¦ Damian looks like he knows all this, but Danny feels that he is pleased with the fact that he passed the best of the marks β Which can not be said about historyβ¦
β TΡ, β was that a clatter? β History is written by liars
β Yes, but you will still have to hand over this particular story, β okay, everything is fine, you can try again, β You are well-versed in the events that occurred in other timelines, but you need to understand what is happening in this particular piece of the universe, otherwise you will be mistaken for a soul.
Ah, here he is looking like a madman. That's probably why Damian didn't have so many questions about this knowledge. OK.
Danny flips through the forms with answers on art, and pulls out some kind of essay.
β Here! Now, β a quick glance between the lines, and bingo! β Here you refer to a painting that has not yet been found. And here, β another flickering of pages, β This statue was demolished in the last century, and hereβ¦ Ouch!
Damian steps on his foot. Not as painful as it seemed, but still unpleasant. The frown of a little ghost could have chosen a storm with a thunderstorm.
β Whatβ¦ You mean?
Danny is sorting through the sheets again when Damian snatches them out and literally puts them in his bag in a ball.
β Ancientβ¦
So much painstaking work! And a lump! Yes, it is possible to restore knowledge about the whole time line from these records!
β I don't like to repeat myself, Daniel.
About⦠Is that a threat? Feels like a threat.
β What I said. Your knowledge is not true. You adapt well to reality, but the knowledge of the past still haunts youβ¦
Okay, he doesn't look convinced. Although emotions are bubbling and splashing, caustic understanding. Unpleasant taste.
β Let's talk later. You have my number, so as soon as you accept this information, call. After all, I am listed as your mentor.
He begins to collect the papers that were left after Damian's small outburst, which still drills him with his gaze.
I hope everything ends well
Proof of my acceptance. (part 1)
I didnβt have to wait long for the call. Just that evening, Dannyβs phone trilled, and the display showed Damian Wayneβs number from the afternoon.
Wellβ¦ It was nice that heβd decided not to put it off and taken the crazy manβs nonsense seriously.
Danny flips the diagram tube to his other hand and finally picks up the phone
Thereβs a rustle on the other side, and then a few seconds of silence.. Is something wrong?
β no.
He told me how he cut it off. That's wonderful
β Is it? If you don't want to talk on the phone, I was just about to catch the stars, you can join me. I can pick you up.
A long minute of silence.
β no.
And reset the call.
Yeah, it could be better
Proof of my Acceptance (part 2)
Danny was sitting in the library, puzzling over an astrophysics assignment. A wonderful task, and most importantly, working only in Realms where no laws of physics will work.
Well okay⦠Let's round it up to hundredths, maybe at least this way the numbers will stop dancing to the rumba.
Okay, it got worse
Maybeβ¦
β You translated it wrong in C.
ΠΡ ! Π§ΡΠΎ Π·Π° Π΄ΡΡΠ°ΠΊ, Ρ ΠΎΡΠΈΠ±ΡΡ Π½Π° ΡΡΡΡΡΠ½ΡΡ ΠΈ Π²ΡΠ΅ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ»ΠΎ ΠΏΠΎ ΠΏΡΠΈΡΠΈΠ½Π½ΠΎΠΌΡ ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΡ.
β Thank you, Damian
The younger boy was already sitting in front of him with his task, and the sound of "tt" was his only answer.
After that short call, something clicked in Damian, and now there is no trace of the initial nervousness. But there is a slight despair mixed with a sense of unity.
Something like Danny's own cocktail of feelings. Maybe he's projecting them? Yes, it seems not, then it would have penetrated others, and Damian would have clearly understood it⦠Got it, right?
The ancients, no. The child definitely did not receive any response, and therefore cannot understand the complex social constructions of not only ghosts, but also people.
Danny urgently sends thanks, and watches.
Damian literally shudders.
Danny quickly closes the connection, and Damian looks at him as if he has learned something obvious. The emotions read fear, exultation and slight disappointment.
Deciding to try his luck again, Danny sends a very tiny "sorry".
Damian continues to look at him, and then nods.
Well⦠So we talked?
