( there's a key, but damian has never needed a key to gain access to a location he's wanted to get into. he looks to it, but ultimately doesn't reach for it. instead, he takes a couple steps closer to bruce, and leans in. presses his forehead against the man's own, albeit gently. more gentle physical touch than anything else. )
( He knows Damian has ways of getting into places whenever he wants, but. Itβs the symbolic gesture of trusting the key to him. Of not shutting him out. So when he goes and comes in closer instead of taking the key for himself, he tilts his head some and genuinely stares to this boy. His heart still aches having lost the son he had come to love and care for. His first son. Not Dick Grayson as the story always goes. No, here, in Etraya, Bruceβs first son and Robin had been Damian and nothing here will ever change that for him. )
You will always be my Robin. Even if Iβm not your Batman.
( bright green eyes stare into bruce's as he listens to the sound of his father's voice. hears the familiar tone, recognizes familiar features even if they are still different enough to be noted as such. he hadn't met his father until his tenth birthday, had known the legends, not the man behind him. and it still very much feels as such: his short time with his father back home had been cut short, and here they are all - different.
yet damian still recognizes his features in this one. recognizes the look behind his eyes, knows what it means when he allows his body language to read so lax. it's - trust, of a sort. the same kind of trust damian gives to those when he lowers his guard around them. this close, it would be easy to land a killing blow. yet neither of them are reaching for it. instead, damian's reaching a hand up to place it against bruce's shoulder. )
( He knows he needs to give Damian an answer to that β knows he wonβt be satisfied until he gets one. Up until recently, he hadnβt known what he could be considered in Jasonβs life despite the numerous efforts made to have a place there in it. Theyβre still figuring it out β both of them with each other and on their own, but. He knows heβs come to care for the other, just as he had come to care for Damian. Itβs difficult and thereβs times he thinks he shouldnβt for a myriad of reasons, but. Despite his isolation and penchant for wanting to go it alone, he still cares. Heβs always cared. )
Youβre both my sons.
( At that, he cradles a hand there against Damianβs cheek. )
Iβm helping him discover who he wants to be, because it isnβt Robin. You are Robin and Iβll help you as Iβm trying to help him. Like some version of you helped me with being Batman here.
( a less than ideal answer, but he supposes it's to be expected from bruce wayne. damian cannot pull the i'm the blood son card whilst refusing to return to talia partially due to her own feelings toward blood relatives versus everything else. the look he throws at bruce is annoyed, but when he pulls away, it's not with force. it's just damian reaching the extent of his tolerance for physical affection. )
Fine. But if he breaks my face again, I'm breaking his ribs.
( Well, itβs something at least and he did figure Damian could handle him being honest with him, so. Honestly, it could have gone worse.
Letting his hand drop the moment Damian pulls away, he remains crouched there and watches the boy. Being here with him like thisβ¦ itβs still surreal to a point and his heart still aches quietly around the edges, but. Thatβs a sort of ache he never really loses; he hasnβt with his parents after all. But heβs not dead, as Dick has reminded, and heβs right here albeit different and smaller, but. At the end of the day, heβs still Damian Wayne and Bruce canβt help his wanting to be around him. Even if he shouldnβt. )
Do you need anything? Iβm guessing you came with all your tools in your suit.
I am not dependent on gadgets. I am a weapon in my own right.
( which is true enough, isn't it. damian has never needed the batarangs, the trackers, any of it. it's just additional measures to assist him when he's out patrolling. however, )
If you have enough tools laying around to forge a katana, that would be useful.
( he's going back to bruce's workspace, but working around the belt. navigating through tools, mentally noting everything he has and doesn't so damian will know what to bring back if he manages to find it. one never knows, and it's best to be as prepared as possible. but he does seem to - reconsider his statement some. follows it up with, )
( He remains crouched there for a little longer β watches the way Damian looks around his workspace before he's slowly getting himself up and sighs as he stands. )
If you want a different room, there's a few.
( Jason has one here as well, but. He's hoping the two, should they come across each other at some point, can behave and not cause too much of a problem with one another. )
One of my tutors had left a bat with me, during one of our sessions. I had called it cute. Cute is not a word for a demon.
( there's a notebook, which he picks up to start sifting through. there's nothing in particular he's looking for, he just - likes to know. )
She slaughtered it, and informed me it was my fault for being too slow to stop her, given I had been too preoccupied caught up in my feelings. Feelings make one weak. Attachments to unnecessary creatures does.
( another page turns, and he - pauses for a moment. mulls over his own words. )
I am. . . learning. Adjusting to no longer being a demon. An al Ghul.
( He's heard similar stories from Damian before and, like before, he doesn't agree with them. So he's quiet for a long moment β lets Damian look over his journal there and licks over his lips then as he gives himself a moment to think. )
There's more to you than you might think. There always will be.
( he says, and drops the notebook down to look for - a computer. there's one around here somewhere, damian knows. )
I am a demon whose skin never fit right, given it had always been disguising something different under the surface. I am not merely an al Ghul nor a Wayne.
damian looks at the locked screen. looks to the passkey and just - idly starts putting in numbers to see if he can get it to open himself. he knows bruce is right there, watching, but there are a few numbers he can try. bruce's birthday. his parents' birthday. the date they died. he's got time on his hands. )
( perhaps the time they died, then. their anniversary. his knowledge of potential passwords bruce would use at this age is extremely minimal, but he can run through them regardless. )
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Swear it.
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You will always be my Robin. Even if Iβm not your Batman.
( Even if Iβm not your father. )
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yet damian still recognizes his features in this one. recognizes the look behind his eyes, knows what it means when he allows his body language to read so lax. it's - trust, of a sort. the same kind of trust damian gives to those when he lowers his guard around them. this close, it would be easy to land a killing blow. yet neither of them are reaching for it. instead, damian's reaching a hand up to place it against bruce's shoulder. )
And Todd?
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Youβre both my sons.
( At that, he cradles a hand there against Damianβs cheek. )
Iβm helping him discover who he wants to be, because it isnβt Robin. You are Robin and Iβll help you as Iβm trying to help him. Like some version of you helped me with being Batman here.
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Fine. But if he breaks my face again, I'm breaking his ribs.
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Letting his hand drop the moment Damian pulls away, he remains crouched there and watches the boy. Being here with him like thisβ¦ itβs still surreal to a point and his heart still aches quietly around the edges, but. Thatβs a sort of ache he never really loses; he hasnβt with his parents after all. But heβs not dead, as Dick has reminded, and heβs right here albeit different and smaller, but. At the end of the day, heβs still Damian Wayne and Bruce canβt help his wanting to be around him. Even if he shouldnβt. )
Do you need anything? Iβm guessing you came with all your tools in your suit.
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( which is true enough, isn't it. damian has never needed the batarangs, the trackers, any of it. it's just additional measures to assist him when he's out patrolling. however, )
If you have enough tools laying around to forge a katana, that would be useful.
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Iβll see what I can do. Although, Iβm not sure what might be in that locked room for you.
( Because whatever is in there, belongs to Damian. )
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( he's going back to bruce's workspace, but working around the belt. navigating through tools, mentally noting everything he has and doesn't so damian will know what to bring back if he manages to find it. one never knows, and it's best to be as prepared as possible. but he does seem to - reconsider his statement some. follows it up with, )
It isn't mine yet.
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If you want a different room, there's a few.
( Jason has one here as well, but. He's hoping the two, should they come across each other at some point, can behave and not cause too much of a problem with one another. )
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( moreso than the manor; grayson had moved them shortly into his tenure as batman, so damian is significantly more comfortable here than he is there.
fingers wrap around a wrench, and he seems to inspect it for a moment before he looks back to bruce. )
Goliath is here. Are you familiar with him?
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( Damian's friend, not necessarily pet. )
There's a cat here, too. Belonged to the other you. His name's Alfred.
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( his nose scrunches, placing the wrench back into it's proper place before he starts digging through papers. don't mind, him, he's just nosy. )
Mother wouldn't be pleased.
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( Hands slip into his pockets as he slowly makes his way over and eyes Damian a bit there with what he's getting himself into. )
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( there's a notebook, which he picks up to start sifting through. there's nothing in particular he's looking for, he just - likes to know. )
She slaughtered it, and informed me it was my fault for being too slow to stop her, given I had been too preoccupied caught up in my feelings. Feelings make one weak. Attachments to unnecessary creatures does.
( another page turns, and he - pauses for a moment. mulls over his own words. )
I am. . . learning. Adjusting to no longer being a demon. An al Ghul.
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There's more to you than you might think. There always will be.
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( he says, and drops the notebook down to look for - a computer. there's one around here somewhere, damian knows. )
I am a demon whose skin never fit right, given it had always been disguising something different under the surface. I am not merely an al Ghul nor a Wayne.
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You'll figure it out.
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damian looks at the locked screen. looks to the passkey and just - idly starts putting in numbers to see if he can get it to open himself. he knows bruce is right there, watching, but there are a few numbers he can try. bruce's birthday. his parents' birthday. the date they died. he's got time on his hands. )
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Are you looking for something?
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( perhaps the time they died, then. their anniversary. his knowledge of potential passwords bruce would use at this age is extremely minimal, but he can run through them regardless. )
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( Dear child of his? )
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( this is just playing guessing games. )
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( Because he has snoops around. Or had, anyway. )
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( and, after a short pause where he ultimately decides to give up, )
What is it?
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