[Dick has every intention of ignoring the command, already working the clasp of his cape-- but at the hand on his shoulder he stops dead in his tracks, his feet coming to a hard stop as he lets the rest of him sway to inertia.
Proud. He should be thrilled to hear it. It's kind of funny, listening to Damian try and verbally stumble his way through it; it's all he's ever wanted, to make the family proud. It felt like he didn't have to clamor for it nearly as hard when Damian was his partner. Maybe all he wanted was attention, and the thought made him a little ashamed of himself.
He understood; not like he ever didn't, maybe he just forgot. Damian and Alfred had always seemed to make an effort that he understood that he still belonged. He lifts his head up, the anger mostly drained out, and looked up at his older brother without the masks's protection anymore. Just pleading, and sadness.]
Why didn't you take me with you?
[Compared to his previous outrage, his voice was small, cautious. He didn't really know Bruce; he still didn't really. The man's mere existence still put him awe, was something he admired and inspired him every day, but more and more it felt like Dick was just a troublesome soldier that would never learn to fall in line.]
We-- didn't have to be Batman and Robin, I could've been someone else-- anyone else....
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Proud. He should be thrilled to hear it. It's kind of funny, listening to Damian try and verbally stumble his way through it; it's all he's ever wanted, to make the family proud. It felt like he didn't have to clamor for it nearly as hard when Damian was his partner. Maybe all he wanted was attention, and the thought made him a little ashamed of himself.
He understood; not like he ever didn't, maybe he just forgot. Damian and Alfred had always seemed to make an effort that he understood that he still belonged. He lifts his head up, the anger mostly drained out, and looked up at his older brother without the masks's protection anymore. Just pleading, and sadness.]
Why didn't you take me with you?
[Compared to his previous outrage, his voice was small, cautious. He didn't really know Bruce; he still didn't really. The man's mere existence still put him awe, was something he admired and inspired him every day, but more and more it felt like Dick was just a troublesome soldier that would never learn to fall in line.]
We-- didn't have to be Batman and Robin, I could've been someone else-- anyone else....