Danny, Full Grown And With A Grown-up Job, Moved To Gotham Because Of The Low Cost Of Living.

Danny, full grown and with a grown-up job, moved to Gotham because of the low cost of living.

After all, statistically speaking he was far more likely to survive a rogue attack than the average person.

Then he'd just...never left.

He'd happily lived in Gotham for twenty years, and after a 42nd birthday celebration with Sam and Tucker, took to the streets to go home.

He was not expecting to find The Batman leaning against a wall in an alley, hands flexing as he very obviously fought off pain.

"Uh...are you okay?"

A grunt.

"...Is it an immediate medical emergency?"

A slightly lower grunt.

"I...I have ice powers, if that could help?"

It turned out that yes, that was what Batman needed.

So there Danny was, with both hands encased in ice and resting on Batman's back.

Trying very hard not to notice the muscles under all that armor.

Bruce, meanwhile, was just relieved to find someone to alleviate his pain flare-up.