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. )
( Standing there in silence for a good long moment, he eventually comes up behind Damian there and reaches over him to type in the password. S E L I N A. A password he will be changing after this encounter, yes. But it opens up his laptop and brings up the screen with various files scattered about it. A good amount of them on things concerning Etraya while the others are about his own Gotham and the things he's dealt with there over the past two years. )
( damian's nose scrunches up, a face bruce may recognize as the one he makes when something is gross, but he doesn't offer any commentary regarding the password because. gross. he doesn't want to talk about the woman his father is known to trail after, but. ah, well.
the laptop gets picked up, and damian twists around so he can sit himself down atop the work table so he can more efficiently sift through documents. for a boy who had been close to running off, he seems rather settled.
it helps, that bruce both isn't trying to tell him to leave and also isn't preventing him from snooping. it's a show of trust that he doesn't often feel he's given. )
( Damian makes himself settled there and Bruce justβ¦ watches him. Itβs a familiar sight - one heβs missed having around the tower and yet, he doesnβt want to become attached to the familiarity of it. Things are different this time around and he canβt let himself get too attached. So he stands there, looking around the terminal before he goes and fiddles with the utility belt there a bit, adding a few things to it since Damian has himself busy there with the laptop. )
( despite the words he says it rather - tonelessly. no, he isn't handling things well at all, but it's not as if it's any different than anything else he's gone through back home, so this is fine. )
I don't expect you to be best friends or anything, but I don't want either of you getting into it with each other here. ( A beat, he straightens up some as he stares to Damian. ) I'm not saying you're going to start anything. I'm just saying that's what I'd like and that I don't want either of you to feel unwelcome here.
( i don't want either of you to get into it, bruce says, and damian's mouth opens immediately to protest the accusation that he can read between the lines except bruce - keeps going and damian twists his mouth shut, nose scrunched as his expression shifts to be more petulant than anything else. )
I told Grayson I would let it go for now. However, if he comes at me first, I will retaliate.
( he's focused down on the screen rather than looking to bruce himself, which is wholly intentional. a lack of eye contact means he doesn't have to be concerned about what bruce can read behind his eyes. )
Grayson and I had been living in the tower. The manor hardly feels like home.
( ah. that's unfortunate. but certainly a difference that clearly marks a place where their paths diverge: the manor has been damaged countless times, but they have always repaired it. )
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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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the laptop gets picked up, and damian twists around so he can sit himself down atop the work table so he can more efficiently sift through documents. for a boy who had been close to running off, he seems rather settled.
it helps, that bruce both isn't trying to tell him to leave and also isn't preventing him from snooping. it's a show of trust that he doesn't often feel he's given. )
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Are you handling things here ok?
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( despite the words he says it rather - tonelessly. no, he isn't handling things well at all, but it's not as if it's any different than anything else he's gone through back home, so this is fine. )
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Everything, huh?
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( at least he's comfortable up here. and doesn't seem to mind bruce's presence despite his commentary. )
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( He glances over to Damian as he says that. )
I don't expect you to be best friends or anything, but I don't want either of you getting into it with each other here. ( A beat, he straightens up some as he stares to Damian. ) I'm not saying you're going to start anything. I'm just saying that's what I'd like and that I don't want either of you to feel unwelcome here.
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I told Grayson I would let it go for now. However, if he comes at me first, I will retaliate.
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( While he may not exactly condone that, it's also understandable. At that, he looks ahead β mulls over something for a moment. )
Are you planning to stay at the manor?
( He has family there, so. He wouldn't blame him. )
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( he's focused down on the screen rather than looking to bruce himself, which is wholly intentional. a lack of eye contact means he doesn't have to be concerned about what bruce can read behind his eyes. )
Grayson and I had been living in the tower. The manor hardly feels like home.
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( He's not looking over to Damian either when he says that β focuses instead on the utility belt there. )
My father moved us into the penthouse in the tower after. It's been home ever since.
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I'll stay here.
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