( He's heard this story before but chooses not to comment on it. Instead, he just sits there and watches as Damian makes his way up the stairs towards him. )
And how do you feel now? Coming across some other, younger version of your father who doesn't even have a Robin where he's from?
( he's up the stairs, but chooses to walk right passed bruce rather than pause in front of him. this is new territory for him, and he intends on inspecting it. )
Surrounded by others who are more familiar with who you may become rather than who you are.
( Sitting there on the stairs, he looks over his shoulder as he watches Damian continue one. Down the hall, there's a set of doors β one of them locked with a chain and padlock wrapped through the handles. Damian's room as his parents room is a little ways further down. Also locked. )
Is that why you're here? To see if you can find parts of yourself?
( he isn't looking. there was a damian here before, but as far as he's concerned, it wasn't him. that was another damian, a clone, a copy who went similar life experiences but hadn't experienced this specific moment, and therefore it's - irrelevant. instead, he's looking at bruce's things. sifting through shelves, checking over personal items, to discern who this bruce is. )
( At that, he falls quiet β mulls over Damian's words there. He... shouldn't be alone, he thinks. Damian, that is. Him, on the other hand, well. He's getting used to it? Even if he doesn't like it. Even if it still hurts. But Damian shouldn't be. Because even now, he cares for him too much to suffer like that. Like him.
After a moment, he slowly gets himself up from the top step β trails after the other with careful steps. Watching him and everything he searches through. )
there are certain circumstances in which it feels - better, to not have others around him. when he'd still been with the league, there were multiple instances in which he'd been alone. the year of blood had been undertaken with minimal outside assistance, as was required. but he is still a child, one who may have frequently been left alone to ensure he could manage to survive without anyone helping him, but a child nonetheless. one who fought hard for his mother's attention, who was looking forward to the day he would finally meet the man who fathered him. who has made choices no child should have had to. and he hasn't needed to be alone since moving to gotham. he's run off on his own when he wanted to, but pennyworth is always waiting for them back at home. grayson is always there for him when he needs someone.
here? everyone is different. nothing feels quite the same. there are two bruce waynes, both of whom are familiar with him but both who have different expectations for him. the tower is more familiar to him than the manor, and a younger version of his father feels more - safe.
bruce trails after him, and damian turns away from the bookshelf he's been sifting to in order to look to the man. watches him silently for a few moments, before he opens his mouth and asks, )
You're not going to tell me to leave again, are you?
( Even at this age, he can see it. Their first encounter had been a little more different and Damian had left when told to, sure. But this time around... Damian has a somewhat better idea of what he's dealing with here, he figures, and he can't imagine him giving up so easily a second time around. Especially not when he seems so determined to be here in this space.
Quiet still, he keeps by the boy β allows his own gaze to drift around some before it settles back onto Damian and he stares to him. Again, quiet. )
There's a room here that belonged to you. ( A beat. ) The other you. If you want to see it. Unless you'd rather see what's below the tower.
( the circumstances are different. then, he hadn't known what he was getting into. he hadn't recognized who he'd run into. didn't know what it meant. now - he knows this is bruce wayne, the batman, albeit significantly younger to the extent he hasn't had a robin before. it's not necessarily a terrible thing.
damian never liked timothy anyway. or jason todd. stephanie brown is - well. he's still deciding that one. thus far she's seemed alright, aside from when she'd frozen him. timothy though? disgusting, better off without him. the only robin worth anything was richard up until his arrival. he hates even more that now he's in competition with himself.
he does, however, seem to - contemplate the question some. )
( Somehow, he figured heβd inquire about that. )
My workspace.
( He doesnβt exactly call it a batcave, given the fact that itβs within an abandoned subway terminal, private to the Wayne family, so. Workspace it is for the moment. However, given Damianβs curiosity about this place and his already snooping around, itβs best to just take him down there rather than end up finding him trying to get in at some point. Something heβs already learned with him before. )
( so, his cave. there's a spark of something behind damian's eyes, even if the excitement doesn't necessarily translate to a full on expression of joy. it's a watered down version of it, interest because damian always loves new toys to play with. )
Show me.
( but he's already heading back down the staircase and to the elevator, so bruce better hurry up. )
Sigh on his lips, he follows after Damian down the stairs, steps slow. He's careful of the mess as he steps through it β makes his way for the elevator there and, a hand dropping down to touch Damian's shoulder as a means to guide him over to the side once they're inside, he pulls the gate across and pushes the button to take them down.
Like before, it's a a trip down, but. The moment they reach the bottom, he pulls the gate open and the lights to the terminal turn on. There isn't much in the way of new things around, save for a couple things he's working on there on one of the tables, but. The car is there, as is the motorcycle that Damian used to ride. )
( there's a hand pressed to his shoulder, and damian - for a moment, stiffens under the pressure before he realizes it's just there to guide him. when he does, there's a moment where he's just - there, under his hand, before he leans into the touch just long enough for it to be noticed.
and takes off the moment the elevator's door is open. damian's off through the terminal, but the car gets his attention first. of course it's the car. rather than look over the tables, through the work station, anything, he's - grabbing onto the driver's side door and trying to pull it open. he assumes there's some security measures on it, but those aren't generally activated in the cave - or terminal, as this is. and if they are on? well. he'll be fine. )
( He watches as Damian more or less beelines it for the car and slips his hands into his pockets as he stands there. Again, he almost expected that, what with the way he'd been with the car beforeβ the other Damian had been, that is. But the car remains locked and Bruce just stands there a little ways behind. Watching. )
( he should have expected that. but it's locked and not set to electrocute the first person who touches it, which is really an oversight on bruce's part more than anything else. his hand remains on the handle, yanking on it but not enough to damage it, because, )
( it's the simple answer, but he knows it's not necessarily what bruce was looking for. so damian extends an offer of, ) I built my own Batmobile, with Richard.
So I can be told I am not permitted to drive it? Why bother.
( it's not as if he hasn't, nor wouldn't if the opportunity came, but he knows well that as long as there is another 'adult' around who is capable of driving it, damian won't be allowed to.
instead, he's pressing both hands down against the car so he can pull himself up and start checking out the engine. )
( The engine itself is Frankenstein's monster. He'd built it from the ground up himself β added the necessary improvements to make it the monster that it is. Bruce knows cars. How to both drive and build them and this is very much his first rendition of the Batmobile. His Batmobile.
Quiet, he watches Damian before he glances over... to a particular bike. A certain Batcycle. )
( but he does decide to leave bruce's car alone after another few moments, given he's already decided which parts to find replacements for later. after sliding down the front of it and wiping his hand off against his hoodie, he reaches up to unlatch the hood and drop it back down.
( To not be alone. He knows, but. Maybe he hoped the answer would have changed for him. From the looks of it, doesn't seem to be the case, so. He stands there. Quiet, still. Watching the way Damian hops down from his car and makes his way over to one of the work tables he has scattered throughout the terminal. At this particular one, he has a utility belt he's currently stocking. Not his. But a utility belt. )
It's for Jason.
( He says then, slowly making his way over. )
He's without a suit here and I don't want him to be left with nothing.
( it's always todd at the center of everything, isn't it.
todd started the fight. todd who grayson had fiercely defended. todd who is never going to tell them anything and his father, the other bruce wayne, had said it was his fault. the same todd, who this bruce wayne is trying to craft a suit for.
his lips press together tight, nose scrunched into a sour expression as he looks down to the belt. doesn't touch it. )
I see. ( it's low, calm in a way damian generally isn't. and he's - turning away from the work table, to move back toward the elevator. )
( He sees the sudden shift there - sees the way he moves away from the table and heads for the elevator and he watches after Damian. Confused. It was only when he brought up Jason that the shift had happened so suddenly despite the boyβs efforts to show nonchalance. )
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And how do you feel now? Coming across some other, younger version of your father who doesn't even have a Robin where he's from?
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( he's up the stairs, but chooses to walk right passed bruce rather than pause in front of him. this is new territory for him, and he intends on inspecting it. )
Surrounded by others who are more familiar with who you may become rather than who you are.
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Is that why you're here? To see if you can find parts of yourself?
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( he isn't looking. there was a damian here before, but as far as he's concerned, it wasn't him. that was another damian, a clone, a copy who went similar life experiences but hadn't experienced this specific moment, and therefore it's - irrelevant. instead, he's looking at bruce's things. sifting through shelves, checking over personal items, to discern who this bruce is. )
I am here because I don't want to be alone.
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After a moment, he slowly gets himself up from the top step β trails after the other with careful steps. Watching him and everything he searches through. )
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there are certain circumstances in which it feels - better, to not have others around him. when he'd still been with the league, there were multiple instances in which he'd been alone. the year of blood had been undertaken with minimal outside assistance, as was required. but he is still a child, one who may have frequently been left alone to ensure he could manage to survive without anyone helping him, but a child nonetheless. one who fought hard for his mother's attention, who was looking forward to the day he would finally meet the man who fathered him. who has made choices no child should have had to. and he hasn't needed to be alone since moving to gotham. he's run off on his own when he wanted to, but pennyworth is always waiting for them back at home. grayson is always there for him when he needs someone.
here? everyone is different. nothing feels quite the same. there are two bruce waynes, both of whom are familiar with him but both who have different expectations for him. the tower is more familiar to him than the manor, and a younger version of his father feels more - safe.
bruce trails after him, and damian turns away from the bookshelf he's been sifting to in order to look to the man. watches him silently for a few moments, before he opens his mouth and asks, )
You're not going to tell me to leave again, are you?
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( Even at this age, he can see it. Their first encounter had been a little more different and Damian had left when told to, sure. But this time around... Damian has a somewhat better idea of what he's dealing with here, he figures, and he can't imagine him giving up so easily a second time around. Especially not when he seems so determined to be here in this space.
Quiet still, he keeps by the boy β allows his own gaze to drift around some before it settles back onto Damian and he stares to him. Again, quiet. )
There's a room here that belonged to you. ( A beat. ) The other you. If you want to see it. Unless you'd rather see what's below the tower.
( Wayne Terminal. His "batcave" basically. )
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damian never liked timothy anyway. or jason todd. stephanie brown is - well. he's still deciding that one. thus far she's seemed alright, aside from when she'd frozen him. timothy though? disgusting, better off without him. the only robin worth anything was richard up until his arrival. he hates even more that now he's in competition with himself.
he does, however, seem to - contemplate the question some. )
What do you have below the tower?
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My workspace.
( He doesnβt exactly call it a batcave, given the fact that itβs within an abandoned subway terminal, private to the Wayne family, so. Workspace it is for the moment. However, given Damianβs curiosity about this place and his already snooping around, itβs best to just take him down there rather than end up finding him trying to get in at some point. Something heβs already learned with him before. )
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Show me.
( but he's already heading back down the staircase and to the elevator, so bruce better hurry up. )
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Sigh on his lips, he follows after Damian down the stairs, steps slow. He's careful of the mess as he steps through it β makes his way for the elevator there and, a hand dropping down to touch Damian's shoulder as a means to guide him over to the side once they're inside, he pulls the gate across and pushes the button to take them down.
Like before, it's a a trip down, but. The moment they reach the bottom, he pulls the gate open and the lights to the terminal turn on. There isn't much in the way of new things around, save for a couple things he's working on there on one of the tables, but. The car is there, as is the motorcycle that Damian used to ride. )
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and takes off the moment the elevator's door is open. damian's off through the terminal, but the car gets his attention first. of course it's the car. rather than look over the tables, through the work station, anything, he's - grabbing onto the driver's side door and trying to pull it open. he assumes there's some security measures on it, but those aren't generally activated in the cave - or terminal, as this is. and if they are on? well. he'll be fine. )
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That's not for you.
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I wanted to look.
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( You know. Standing right there next to it and all. )
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he huffs, an indignant sound, but releases the door handle to instead attempt to open the hood of the vehicle and take a look there instead. )
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What are you looking for? It's a car.
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( it's the simple answer, but he knows it's not necessarily what bruce was looking for. so damian extends an offer of, ) I built my own Batmobile, with Richard.
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( Not that he's... advising that, but. Damian will figure it out eventually. )
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( it's not as if he hasn't, nor wouldn't if the opportunity came, but he knows well that as long as there is another 'adult' around who is capable of driving it, damian won't be allowed to.
instead, he's pressing both hands down against the car so he can pull himself up and start checking out the engine. )
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Quiet, he watches Damian before he glances over... to a particular bike. A certain Batcycle. )
Why'd you stop by again?
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( but he does decide to leave bruce's car alone after another few moments, given he's already decided which parts to find replacements for later. after sliding down the front of it and wiping his hand off against his hoodie, he reaches up to unlatch the hood and drop it back down.
and instead focuses on bruce's work table. )
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It's for Jason.
( He says then, slowly making his way over. )
He's without a suit here and I don't want him to be left with nothing.
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todd started the fight. todd who grayson had fiercely defended. todd who is never going to tell them anything and his father, the other bruce wayne, had said it was his fault. the same todd, who this bruce wayne is trying to craft a suit for.
his lips press together tight, nose scrunched into a sour expression as he looks down to the belt. doesn't touch it. )
I see. ( it's low, calm in a way damian generally isn't. and he's - turning away from the work table, to move back toward the elevator. )
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Damian.
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