Sons of Batman

11. The counselor

Danny ran down the stairs to the dining room. To see a note on the long table.

'Dear Master Daniel,'

'I left for England last night. I will be gone for sometime; I will see you soon. Until then Master Bruce is waiting for you outside in the black limousine.'

'There is some of my lasagna sitting in the fridge. Have some for breakfast before you leave. If you don't eat I'll know. Also Dick is sleeping up in his so don't wake him.'

'Sincerely'

'Your Butler, Alfred'

'P.S have a good time with Master Bruce, Cheerio.'

I put down the note. I went to the fridge and opened it, sure enough there was lasagna sitting on the second shelf. I didn't feel that hungry so I closed the fridge door.

Going to the bathroom, I decided to brush my teeth. I walked over to the mirror. Looking skinnier and paler. 

Stepping on the scale, I saw that I had lost much of my body weight. At the age of twelve I'm the weight of 72 pounds. Underweight. 

I shook my head, "Why do I do this to myself, I fuckin hate myself," I whispered to myself.

I quickly ran upstairs to get changed in to my black suit. My white under shirt and blue tie. Putting on my brown dress shoes with the black laces.

I ran quickly to the car, where Bruce was waiting. "What took so long?"

"I was changing into something nice," I answered 

"Did you eat breakfast, kid?" Bruce asked

"Sure."

"Get in," Bruce said

I got in the car or black limo if you will. "Excited, Danny?"

"Yeah, I'm definitely excited for a 'shrink' to tell me what I'm allowed feel. For the two of us to share are feelings and emotions with each other. It is going to be so fun." I said with the most sarcastic voice I could muster.

Then I gave a quick smile and frowned just as fast.

"Sarcasm won't get you anywhere Danny."

"With hell it will," I whispered

Bruce heard this and punched me in the face. My nose started to bleed.

"Shit what in the freaking hell did you do that for," I said as I held my nose in pain

"Language, even your brother doesn't swear this much. In fact he doesn't swear at all."

"Well the truth is I'm not my brother. No matter how much you want me to be, Bruce, and your not my father."

I realized what I said and I looked at the ground "...sorry, I didn't mean to," I went silent.

"It's okay." There was another silence and then Bruce took out a handkerchief and handed it to me.

I used it to whipe off my bloody fingers. Also putting pressure on my bloody nose so it would stop bleeding.

"Thanks.... I hate myself, and my life," I said silently to myself. 

I started to mumble to myself and tap my foot to the floor of the car.

"We almost there yet, Bruce, I'm getting really bored... 'bored'," I whispered as I tapped my foot faster.

"Almost, just a few more minutes, like ten more minutes. You can last that long, can't you?"

"I'll try," I said as I started to open some compartment doors in the back seat of the limo.