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Danny was visiting Gotham for a college interview and to visit his long distance girlfriend Caroline Hill who was a medical student. Danny has no idea that the girl he met during a brief visit for a tour was actually Tim Drake in disguise. Tim has no idea how to break this news to Danny without him freaking out. Danny is oblivious about the long con Tim pulled since they texted almost daily and all of Tim's pictures as Caroline were in disguise and mildly photo shopped. Tucker decided to look into Caroline Hill after noticing a slight issue with one of her pictures and found she doesn't exist and isn't sure how to tell Danny because he hasn't been this happy since his brief relationship with Sam which just ended with them being friends. Tucker's the only one also stopping Sam from rushing to Gotham to expose Caroline for gaslighting and cat fishing Danny without a plan
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The inevitability of death and my inescapable mortality, as well as the infinite vastness of the universe and my consequent insignificance.
Also spending too much time on Tumblr.
prompt 1291
What keeps you awake at night?
The 70 year old man is not surprised by the reactions but rather amused.
As he took a seat at the most sacred table of assassins he looked not at the other lesser assassins but only looked straight at the head mancho himself, Brutus Kong.
Brutus Kong was a big burly man who wore a black fukumen. The only thing visible were his eyes, which were abnormal compared to anyone else eyes to say the least. When the old man looked straight into Brutus Kongs eyes mostly everyone assumed Brutus would tell him to buzz off.
But the ones that truly knew him knew what he was about to do. Brutus then stood up and walked towards the man, their eyes never faltering from one another’s gaze then when the mighty assassin was in front of the old man he only bowed his head and said words no one expected...
“Welcome Sensei, I’m glad you could make it here...shall we begin?”
Everyone’s gazed turned back to the old man who only smiled at Brutus and spoke lightly towards all.
“We shall, let us begin why we are all here today...”
He then all of sudden jumped onto the sacred table pulling out a blade of amber.
“Let us see who will see the gods today”
In all but what seemed to be one measly second all of the assassins were down on the ground. Dead.
Only leaving three alive. Brutus. The old man and most importantly...the chosen one.
Once a year, the best assassins meet in a secret location. Showing their best kills, everyone is surprised when they see a 70 year old man walk in.