damian'd lived nearly ten years without his brother at this point. having him back, however brief it had been, had been both a blessing and a curse. there was so much he was hiding. so much. ]
I'll be there in twenty.
[ he's lost his appetite. packing everything up and shoving it in the fridge, scribbling a quick note to kate that there's leftovers in the fridge. he's up and off.
he's there in fifteen. could've been twelve, if he hadn't paused outside the safehouse to steel himself. this? this is hard. people not knowing him is hard. but dick had known his name, right? right, so....
who is he kidding? it didn't matter. unless the one waiting down there was the one he'd accidentally murdered, it didn't matter.
so he walks in, all confidence. easily recognizable as the hellspawn of bruce wayne and talia al ghul, but the way he carries himself isn't much like either of them. he has bruce's confidence, talia's grace, but it's clear that he's not modeled himself after either of them. his hair - long and a little beyond his shoulders now - is dark, and there's a wicked scar trailing from the bridge of his nose to the right side of his jaw from a murder attempt that didn't quite stick.
he recognizes dick. he recognizes him immediately. there's still a flash of something across his face. grief? relief? but it's gone before even he can figure it out. ]
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damian'd lived nearly ten years without his brother at this point. having him back, however brief it had been, had been both a blessing and a curse. there was so much he was hiding. so much. ]
I'll be there in twenty.
[ he's lost his appetite. packing everything up and shoving it in the fridge, scribbling a quick note to kate that there's leftovers in the fridge. he's up and off.
he's there in fifteen. could've been twelve, if he hadn't paused outside the safehouse to steel himself. this? this is hard. people not knowing him is hard. but dick had known his name, right? right, so....
who is he kidding? it didn't matter. unless the one waiting down there was the one he'd accidentally murdered, it didn't matter.
so he walks in, all confidence. easily recognizable as the hellspawn of bruce wayne and talia al ghul, but the way he carries himself isn't much like either of them. he has bruce's confidence, talia's grace, but it's clear that he's not modeled himself after either of them. his hair - long and a little beyond his shoulders now - is dark, and there's a wicked scar trailing from the bridge of his nose to the right side of his jaw from a murder attempt that didn't quite stick.
he recognizes dick. he recognizes him immediately. there's still a flash of something across his face. grief? relief? but it's gone before even he can figure it out. ]
Grayson.