[ There's a hiccup of breath, a surprised inhalation, when Jason hoists him up and braces him against his hip; both at the sudden change in elevation, as well as at being picked up so casually. His hands fist in the man's shirt without a second thought, holding on in stunned bewilderment.
He doesn't get manhandled. Ever. He's an al Ghul. It just doesn't happen.
But it's happening. He's up, he's being carried, and then he's set down on the counter, thoroughly flummoxed.
What -- what was that? ]
...--craft?
[ He feels a little bit like he's floundering in deeper waters, but he doesn't know what's expected of him, here, in unfamiliar settings. He catches himself wishing desperately for his mother, but he's Damian, named in the tradition of conquerors.
He has this. ]
I do like aircraft. I'm learning how to pilot - a Cessna Skyhawk, to start.
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He doesn't get manhandled. Ever. He's an al Ghul. It just doesn't happen.
But it's happening. He's up, he's being carried, and then he's set down on the counter, thoroughly flummoxed.
What -- what was that? ]
...--craft?
[ He feels a little bit like he's floundering in deeper waters, but he doesn't know what's expected of him, here, in unfamiliar settings. He catches himself wishing desperately for his mother, but he's Damian, named in the tradition of conquerors.
He has this. ]
I do like aircraft. I'm learning how to pilot - a Cessna Skyhawk, to start.
[ (He doesn't have this, at all.) ]