He's never had a brother before. Let alone three. Or a sister.
It's so much different than the way Bruce had talked about everything. Bruce had always seemed to hesitate to go as far as the word family, even if Dick could tell that had been what he really meant. Tim said he wasn't very good at expressing it, but-- but Damian wasn't? Damian sounded so sure of himself. The bluntness was actually reassuring. Honesty that wasn't trying to spare his feelings like so many other adults tried.
The sniffles returned with a gusto, and he buries half of his face in his shoulder, trying to wipe the burgeoning tears away before they were visible. For as much as he's trying to hold it back, there's... a bit of a chuckle in there, even if it's stuffy and wet.]
T-To be fair, it's a really nice bike. And you get beat up a lot.
[Siblings annoyed each other. He was learning.
A hiccup. And he dares to turn his gaze up again, looking at Damian from beneath the curtain of his bangs over his face.]
...You'd really let me stay even if I didn't wanna be Robin?
[Not that he'd ever not want to be Robin, that was just downright absurd. But he'd been working with his parents for as long as he could remember-- the concept of even being allowed to not pitch in was as absurd as the idea that he wouldn't want to.]
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He's never had a brother before. Let alone three. Or a sister.
It's so much different than the way Bruce had talked about everything. Bruce had always seemed to hesitate to go as far as the word family, even if Dick could tell that had been what he really meant. Tim said he wasn't very good at expressing it, but-- but Damian wasn't? Damian sounded so sure of himself. The bluntness was actually reassuring. Honesty that wasn't trying to spare his feelings like so many other adults tried.
The sniffles returned with a gusto, and he buries half of his face in his shoulder, trying to wipe the burgeoning tears away before they were visible. For as much as he's trying to hold it back, there's... a bit of a chuckle in there, even if it's stuffy and wet.]
T-To be fair, it's a really nice bike. And you get beat up a lot.
[Siblings annoyed each other. He was learning.
A hiccup. And he dares to turn his gaze up again, looking at Damian from beneath the curtain of his bangs over his face.]
...You'd really let me stay even if I didn't wanna be Robin?
[Not that he'd ever not want to be Robin, that was just downright absurd. But he'd been working with his parents for as long as he could remember-- the concept of even being allowed to not pitch in was as absurd as the idea that he wouldn't want to.]