Find your tribe in a Sea of Creativity
“Come on, Fenton.” Dash whined.
“No.” Danny crossed his arms.
“Why not?”
“Because! I already had to promise to three different teachers that we’d be good on this trip to Gotham!”
“But I know your parents gave you enough guns for the entire class!” Dash pleaded.
“They’re ghost guns! That’s in the name! They don’t work on humans.” He tried to walk away from Dash, but found his other classmates crowding him. “No! I’m not supplying a whole class of teenagers with guns!”
“Come on, Fenton.” Kwan pouted. “What if we need to defend ourselves?”
“From 16th century rice bags?” He gestured to the nearby exhibit.
“We’re in Gotham. Who knows who’s going to come through that door?” Paulina gestured to the door.
At that second, Scarecrow’s goons kicked open the door. Danny stared at the door in defeat for a full two minutes before reaching into his chest and pulling out a full size duffel bag and holding it open for his classmates. “I don’t know where you got the guns.”
“You’re the best, Fenton!” Dash was the first to pick out an ecto weapon and fire on the goons that was trying to take the museum hostage.