[ Damian had been convinced he'd done the right thing at the time, each and every time. He still regrets nothing, even now, still feels satisfied that those men are dead and gone. Ducard, a hole through his head and sunk to the bottom of the bay; Zsasz, sword through his back, found dead in the waters when they dragged his carcass up from the fishing nets; the Joker, broken to pieces before dying with a bomb stuffed in his mouth.
He does what he has to in order to protect his family, even if it means breaking his father's creed, even if it meant his father would never see him as the inheritor to his name and station. Damian had given up on that desire nearly a decade ago; with Tim, and Cass, and Jason, he'd found something more worthwhile than just becoming Batman and inheriting the Wayne name. He does what his father can't, to keep them safe.
But he can't look at Jason now, and so doesn't see the smile. Timothy had pulled off silent judgment and horror so well, and even Cass had argued he shouldn't, as if there was ever any other option he could choose. So he lets the chill of metal at his back sink in through his suit, takes comfort in Jason's weight upon his legs and how solid and warm he is beneath his hands, as if Jason is likely to evaporate into nothing if he lets go. ]
He took you from us. From Bruce, from me. [ Quiet, but no less furious, and it's entirely Damian al Ghul speaking; selfish, possessive, lethal, and raging that anyone would dare. ] My brother. He signed his own death warrant.
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He does what he has to in order to protect his family, even if it means breaking his father's creed, even if it meant his father would never see him as the inheritor to his name and station. Damian had given up on that desire nearly a decade ago; with Tim, and Cass, and Jason, he'd found something more worthwhile than just becoming Batman and inheriting the Wayne name. He does what his father can't, to keep them safe.
But he can't look at Jason now, and so doesn't see the smile. Timothy had pulled off silent judgment and horror so well, and even Cass had argued he shouldn't, as if there was ever any other option he could choose. So he lets the chill of metal at his back sink in through his suit, takes comfort in Jason's weight upon his legs and how solid and warm he is beneath his hands, as if Jason is likely to evaporate into nothing if he lets go. ]
He took you from us. From Bruce, from me. [ Quiet, but no less furious, and it's entirely Damian al Ghul speaking; selfish, possessive, lethal, and raging that anyone would dare. ] My brother. He signed his own death warrant.