Gotham Phantom

Ch. 15

Danny pov

A few days ago, Bruce had ruined my fun with that Fruit Loop Joker. For some reason, I haven't been able to find Joker since then, and it has been annoying me down to hell. I need my entertainment dang it. 

I just got done with my sixth cup of coffee, and it is only 12 o'clock. My cups are the giant tumblers used for traveling too, and I woke up only an hour ago. I need at least this much or more just to deal with people in general. The only one I can actually really tolerate is Alfred, and that's only because we're both ancient and have known each other for a long while.

I go to get another cup of coffee when I see Boy Wonder drinking the last of the brew I made. I start giving him my evil eye, and I see him literally get goosebumps and stiffen. He slowly turns my way, turn white, and disappear. He was a mirage. I didn't even see him leave it was that quick. Am I bullying him too much? Nah. He drank the last of my coffee; He deserves it.

Speaking of people in the kitchen for coffee, I spot Bruce just a little bit a ways heading right towards the coffee maker. I get in his way and start making coffee while giving him the most evil look I could ever muster. Bruce just gives me a stoic look and turns around, but he can't fool me. I saw those damn goosebumps on those arms. I don't think I'm being mean, it's just that they spoiled my fun last night, and I'm still pissed off about it.

Is it wrong to bully those who destroyed your fun? Maybe. Do I care about the rules of bullying? No. No I don't. Should I care? Yes, but I don't care. Not really. Bruce should have left me where I was honestly. Heck, I can still leave, but I like my bed too much. I would have to steal it if I left this place. However, I also like the unlimited food, sleep, and coffee. He must have known I wouldn't leave without a fight once he brought me in here. I mean honestly.

Alfred walks into the kitchen while I'm lost in thought. I look at him, and I get tired just by looking at him. How the hell is he so damn perky at this hour? I know it's noon and all, but I mean come one. He's been up since the wee hours of the freaking morning. I don't understand these people. Bruce is going to have a rude awakening if he even dares to put me in school. I had enough of that when I graduated Casper High ages ago. Or at least I think I graduated. Whatever. Point is, I will not go back. Ever.

I turn towards Bruce as a have this feeling creeping up my spine. As I look at him, I swear he can read minds because he has this creepy smirk plastered on his face. Crap. I really need to stop jinxing myself.

No. I don't want to go back to school.

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Hey guys, sorry it's taken so long.

BlueAsh1