#Danny figures it out after a couple months and three consistory boards later
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Oh yeah no I agree. The reason Danny knows in this instant and thinks it is obvious is because he has a couple unfair advantages and a few months of observations. First being that both Batman, Bruce Wayne, and the others from the Justice League are trying to help him and know about him being from another dimension and trying to get home. So he knows for sure there is some kind of connection between Bruce Wayne and the Justice League, at the very lest Batman has to think he is trustworthy.
Second it is kinda a bit hard to separate out the stuff Bruce Wayne secret benefactor of the Justice League who is helping a dimentionally displaced teen, from Batman the greatest detective that protects Gotham and is helping the JL in helping a dimentionally displaced teen. There is enough overlap that when concussed and sleep deprived at 7am while having breakfast with the new ward it is kinda easy to slip on a couple details.
Add in that Danny is living in the home of Bruce Wayne who needs to keep his night life persona secret from the additional blue eyed black haired teen is hard. Plus no one else in the manor has practice in keeping secrets of being vigilantes from the others living there last that long either.
It take about a month tops for Danny to get suspicious. Dealing with Vlad and other ghost overshadowing other people and messing with him means he is very sensitive to the moment stories don't line up. That along with his own experience trying to hide this sort of thing from his own family for ages helps. After that it takes another before it becomes Batman and Bruce Wayne might be the same person or Bruce Wayne is Batman's sugar daddy.
It’s been months since he’s settled into life at Wayne Manor. It’s hilarious that they don’t think he knows about their obvious nightlife (and that’s coming from someone whose hero name was just their last name spelled differently) but they don’t know anything about his own past as a vigilante. To be fair, a dimensionally displaced Ghost King wasn’t really on the board for reasonable guesses. Danny Fenton blinked innocently at Duke, blue eyes watery and oh-so-trusting of his adopted older brother when Duke claimed that his bruising came from getting caught in Ivy’s attack on the busses today.
(“Oh my god he’s so trusting and pure what the hell?” He heard Steph whisper to Dick, who nodded emphatically.)
“Oh man, you should get some rest. You guys are seriously unlucky, you know? Do you need to go to the hospital?” Danny asked Duke, his core trilling as he allowed himself to fuss over a member of his ‘fraid.
“Nah, man. I’m good. I think I’ll take a nap and sleep it off.”
“Okay. Oh, here!” Danny fumbled for his bag, grabbing his prescribed pain meds- for his chronic pain, but they don’t actually do anything for him since his ectoplasm burns away most of it- and handed it to Duke. “Take one, and only one. Those bruises look nasty.”
And then Danny gave him the puppy dog eyes and Duke folded, because Danny knew that he wasn’t supposed to hand his meds out but these situations were kind of the reason he claimed chronic pain to being with (even if it was true and his hands shook with aftershocks).
“Thanks, Danny. I feel like death warmed over.”
Danny laughed, the opportunity to mess with the family sparking in his head. “Yeah, I’ve died before. Wouldn’t recommend it.”
With that, Danny threw Duke an easy going smile and walked towards his room, bag on his back.
From his peripherals, Danny watched Jason drop his bowl of snacks, Dick’s pale face, and the concerned and shocked look of everyone else. Except Damian, who just kind of scowled thoughtfully. Tim looked like he was going to rip Danny apart like an interesting puzzle, Cass sat up straight (and he made sure every micro expression he caught on others stayed unconcerned on his own body), and Duke froze.
He snickered- well out of regular earshot- as whispers and whispered shouts rung out after he left the room.
He can’t wait to drop the “I know you’re vigilantes” bomb on them. It’ll be hilarious.
#dcxdp#dpxdc#Danny figures it out after a couple months and three consistory boards later#Then it becomes a case of Sugar Daddy or do the butts match#Look it is a lot easier to spot the signs when living with the person and you have done the same thing#It is just the Batfam he figures out#The rest of the League no clue#Not even after Clark visits to discuses things with Bruce and forgets to have his feet touch the floor a few times#in Danny's defence he forgets to do the same thing and no one else notices either
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#dcxdp#dpxdc#Danny figures it out after a couple months and three consistory boards later#Then it becomes a case of Sugar Daddy or do the butts match#Look it is a lot easier to spot the signs when living with the person and you have done the same thing#It is just the Batfam he figures out#The rest of the League no clue#Not even after Clark visits to discuses things with Bruce and forgets to have his feet touch the floor a few times#in Danny's defence he forgets to do the same thing and no one else notices either
It’s been months since he’s settled into life at Wayne Manor. It’s hilarious that they don’t think he knows about their obvious nightlife (and that’s coming from someone whose hero name was just their last name spelled differently) but they don’t know anything about his own past as a vigilante. To be fair, a dimensionally displaced Ghost King wasn’t really on the board for reasonable guesses. Danny Fenton blinked innocently at Duke, blue eyes watery and oh-so-trusting of his adopted older brother when Duke claimed that his bruising came from getting caught in Ivy’s attack on the busses today.
(“Oh my god he’s so trusting and pure what the hell?” He heard Steph whisper to Dick, who nodded emphatically.)
“Oh man, you should get some rest. You guys are seriously unlucky, you know? Do you need to go to the hospital?” Danny asked Duke, his core trilling as he allowed himself to fuss over a member of his ‘fraid.
“Nah, man. I’m good. I think I’ll take a nap and sleep it off.”
“Okay. Oh, here!” Danny fumbled for his bag, grabbing his prescribed pain meds- for his chronic pain, but they don’t actually do anything for him since his ectoplasm burns away most of it- and handed it to Duke. “Take one, and only one. Those bruises look nasty.”
And then Danny gave him the puppy dog eyes and Duke folded, because Danny knew that he wasn’t supposed to hand his meds out but these situations were kind of the reason he claimed chronic pain to being with (even if it was true and his hands shook with aftershocks).
“Thanks, Danny. I feel like death warmed over.”
Danny laughed, the opportunity to mess with the family sparking in his head. “Yeah, I’ve died before. Wouldn’t recommend it.”
With that, Danny threw Duke an easy going smile and walked towards his room, bag on his back.
From his peripherals, Danny watched Jason drop his bowl of snacks, Dick’s pale face, and the concerned and shocked look of everyone else. Except Damian, who just kind of scowled thoughtfully. Tim looked like he was going to rip Danny apart like an interesting puzzle, Cass sat up straight (and he made sure every micro expression he caught on others stayed unconcerned on his own body), and Duke froze.
He snickered- well out of regular earshot- as whispers and whispered shouts rung out after he left the room.
He can’t wait to drop the “I know you’re vigilantes” bomb on them. It’ll be hilarious.
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