Danny: Why are you so angry?
Damian: How dare you speak to me, peasant.
Danny: Saying things like that, make it hard for people to approach you.
Damian: Good.
Danny: .....I like it. It gives you moxy. We're best friends now.
Damian: What?
Danny: I'm Danny Fenton by the way. Here this is my phone number. I'll message you when I get on Doom. You play viedo games right?
Damian: No.
Danny: That's okay. I can teach you.
Damian: I'll deliver you to the Grim Reaper
Danny: Oh, cool, a Goth! I had a friend just like you-
Damian: Why would I care about-
Danny: This means I know you would love to go to Dark Poetry Night and an environmental clean-up art event on the same day. *Hands over flyer* I can pick you up around three, and we can get dinner, then make it to poetry night. What time is your curfew
Damian wide eye: Father expects me to be in bed at ten pm.
Danny *nodding*: I'll get you home by nine then.
Damian breathlessly: Okay.....
Danny: Great! Later! I'll text you!
Damian: What....what just happened?
Tim: You just experienced why Brucie Wayne is so powerful in the galas. That's what happened.