[He yelps in surprise when there's suddenly a hand making his hair a mess (well, even more of a mess, it's not like he could really brush it while lying in bed hopped up on pain medication), and Dick abandons his grip on the IV tube long enough to futilely try and bat Damian's hand away from his head.
(It's not really his best effort. He's still woozy and a bit weak and kind of weird feeling, and he can't even get Damian to leave his hair alone on a good day, so he kind of just ends up hooking his hands onto Damian's arm and letting them dangle from there.)]
No one's invincible. [Stated very matter-of-factly, with the air of a child expert. He'd once thought his dad was, and that had clearly been proven wrong, and not even Bruce Wayne was unstoppable.] Not even Superman.
[The news of Superman's death had been a downright devastation to his even younger self. For a full week he refused to believe it, and decided the news had been lying to protect Superman's secret identity. So it was certainly a good thing that the man had come back.
But despite his anxiousness over the subject matter, he can't help but smile again at the praise and draw his gaze back up. He often thought about what his brothers might have been like when they were Batman's partners, never quite willing to ask for fear of rubbing salt in open wounds. But sometimes he gets to hear stories, especially from Alfred when the older man is trying to clean, and he knows they're big shoes to fill. It's a challenge he accepted with pride and gusto-- and if he can make Damian proud in the same span of getting the living daylights beat out of him, he must be doing something right.]
Robin should be someone that can help Batman when he can't plan ahead enough. Or save him from a torpedo. [Heh. That actually sounded kind of funny.] So it's OK. We can get better together, when you finally let me out of bed.
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(It's not really his best effort. He's still woozy and a bit weak and kind of weird feeling, and he can't even get Damian to leave his hair alone on a good day, so he kind of just ends up hooking his hands onto Damian's arm and letting them dangle from there.)]
No one's invincible. [Stated very matter-of-factly, with the air of a child expert. He'd once thought his dad was, and that had clearly been proven wrong, and not even Bruce Wayne was unstoppable.] Not even Superman.
[The news of Superman's death had been a downright devastation to his even younger self. For a full week he refused to believe it, and decided the news had been lying to protect Superman's secret identity. So it was certainly a good thing that the man had come back.
But despite his anxiousness over the subject matter, he can't help but smile again at the praise and draw his gaze back up. He often thought about what his brothers might have been like when they were Batman's partners, never quite willing to ask for fear of rubbing salt in open wounds. But sometimes he gets to hear stories, especially from Alfred when the older man is trying to clean, and he knows they're big shoes to fill. It's a challenge he accepted with pride and gusto-- and if he can make Damian proud in the same span of getting the living daylights beat out of him, he must be doing something right.]
Robin should be someone that can help Batman when he can't plan ahead enough. Or save him from a torpedo. [Heh. That actually sounded kind of funny.] So it's OK. We can get better together, when you finally let me out of bed.