[ He doesn't need or want pity. Damian Wayne is a force of nature, capable of bringing the world to its knees if he so chose. Maybe not here, but back home. Back in his own world.
He stops short, shoving his hands in his own pockets. ]
You breathe a word of this to anyone, you're dead. [ He doesn't sound particularly murderous - and the statement undermines everything he'd said beforehand, about not being a monster, about wanting to be better.
But there are some secrets he's not ready to come out. ]
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[ He doesn't need or want pity. Damian Wayne is a force of nature, capable of bringing the world to its knees if he so chose. Maybe not here, but back home. Back in his own world.
He stops short, shoving his hands in his own pockets. ]
You breathe a word of this to anyone, you're dead. [ He doesn't sound particularly murderous - and the statement undermines everything he'd said beforehand, about not being a monster, about wanting to be better.
But there are some secrets he's not ready to come out. ]
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Maybe he'll message him later to do it.]
I'm gonna go inside. I don't feel that good. [Finally admitting it.
Well, hopefully he doesn't get Damian sick.
(Or maybe Damian can blame his sickness on Keith. A true KEIIIIIITH!!!!! moment.)]
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He looks up to the sky. Feels the biting cold on his cheeks. ]
I'm going to stay out a while longer.
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[And then off he goes.
(It's definitely Keith's fault. The Keithsickness lingered, waiting for the right time to strike.)]