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It's too noisy in Gotham today. All the noise. It's different than back home. Where everything was under control. Under his control..
"Plans? If by plans you mean taking out the scum of the streets, then.. Yes, I do." Always action with this guy as he'd fold the sweater, putting it back into the box. "Or if you mean plans involving festive ones, then no."
“I’m glad you find it adequate.” He laughed and nodded. “You don’t need to get me anything, your presence is enough.” He smiled warmly. “Do you have any plans for the rest of the day?”
Perched high atop a building, looking over the city of Blüdhaven & the gentle morning snow ... it was hard not to think about his brother this time of year. "You used to love the holidays..."
That's meant to be the same guy who infiltrated my world? Who called himself my "friend"? And he's writhing on the ground listening to sad Christmas music ?
𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝟏𝟎𝟎% 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.ᐟ 𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧.ᐟ.ᐟ メ𝟶メ𝟶 ~ 𝓗𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓮𝔂 𝓠𝓾𝓲𝓷𝓷 ♡/⟳
I'll forgive your ignorance. My situation is unique to this world, I wouldn't expect you to understand that being as you're not my Diana. And these days, I'm debating if that's a good thing.
My apologies.
That's to say they're family is any universe.
Isn’t family family no matter the universe you’re in?
I will not face the Bat. This world is not mine. That "family" is not mine.
"Family...barely carries its meaning anymore." "While the rest make merry and stuff their faces, I have a job to do.."
He still found it difficult to look his brother in the eyes, a flash of images flooding his mind -- Dick's lifeless body lying still on the ground. He tried to shake them, drawing in a breath in urgency to settle nerves. "Fine..." ++
“Don’t say that.” He shook his head. “Things happened as they were supposed to, Damian. Mistake or not.” He pulled away, but kept his hands on Damian’s arms. When was the last time this boy did something normal? “Why don’t we get you something to eat? Theres a great pizzeria with —
A flinch at first, a instinctual reaction where his body readied itself for combat just from the mere touch. Yet he eased, tension faltering & Damian -- remaining still now would speak. "You came to me world this -- stranger. Bearing Superman's name, his symbol and he looked at you like.." ++
Jon grabbed Damian’s hand. Not in anyway but a way to let him know that he was there, he wasn’t alone. As long as Jon was around he wouldn’t be. He didn’t say anything. He wasn’t sure what to say. He didn’t approve of how Damian lived on his world, of all the things he had done. Of all the
// I like to log on to this account, hurt myself, and then go say awful things on my other accounts to feel better 🙂↕️
"If I had means to stay...Would you have still allowed me to follow at your side after all I've done? "....Would you still?" "Can you even bear to look me in the eyes and call me son? Did you mean to lose us both that day?"
......Wipe your -- Ugh. [ He's pulling a tissue from the pack, using it to wipe the boy's nose for him. ] ....من سيجاك
There was clear apprehension from Damian in the way he hesitated to answer, teeth grit together while he'd look anywhere but at Jon. How could someone so easily express the way he'd been feeling? To let those walla down & be honest about all that's haunted him. ++
“Are you sure?” He’s just going to keep disregarding the sly comments. Jon got up and sat next to him. “If theres something going on, Dami.. you can tell me.” Oops. Dami was reserved for his Damian. “Damian. I mean. No one is going to push you away here, you can talk to me. Whats going —
// ragebaited spooky and god punished me by making me throw up
Despite everything -- There were some things that remained the same... He's busy reading...
Damian would pull back from the hug, his arm swiping away his tears while he'd sniffle. "Damn it, Grayson..." He muttered between a wavering voice, attempting to ease himself & prevent further tears. "I hate this...I hate feeling like this. Like everything I've done has been...wrong." ++
“I know.” Dick held him tightly, rubbing his back. There were so many things he wanted to tell Damian. Like he forgave him. That he could stay here. But would Damian even want to? He had always been so focused on righting wrongs, it would be a disservice to who he was to not return —