Damian said he talked too much, but he'd. Always thought it was more in a playful way. Brothers ripping on each other, like when Dick said that Damian was a no fun party pooper.
The mission shouldn't have gone this bad. Two Face had-- he didn't even remember what Two Face had done. He'd broken out of Arkham, but that was totally normal. He'd gone after-- gone after someone's kids? He couldn't remember, but Batman had been preoccupied with fighting Two Face, so Robin went to save the kids and he-- hadn't listened when Batman told him it was a trap, and then everything was dark, and then he woke up and--
The logical part of his brain, the part that was supposed to be a detective, told him that he must have gotten a smaller dose of whatever they'd been gassed with because he'd woken up first. And Batman was tied up with the other guy and--
And Robin had been too confident and he thought he could beat Two Face at his own game. And he just kept talking because Robin was trying to win and
and he'd almost gotten Damian killed
(and he had gotten an innocent man killed)
(and Damian was going to be so mad at him he knew it he knew)
and then all he could remember was pain.
He could feel fists and a baseball bat and his face and his skin tearing under every blow that felt ten thousand times worse than being dropped on the floor of the Batcave during training and he could hear bones breaking and he could feel and smell his own blood and he couldn't feel anything because everything hurt.
He'd probably started crying at some point. He was pretty sure he had.
Two Face is a Douche: a lesson in never making coin flip jokes
He liked to talk.
Damian said he talked too much, but he'd. Always thought it was more in a playful way. Brothers ripping on each other, like when Dick said that Damian was a no fun party pooper.
The mission shouldn't have gone this bad. Two Face had-- he didn't even remember what Two Face had done. He'd broken out of Arkham, but that was totally normal. He'd gone after-- gone after someone's kids? He couldn't remember, but Batman had been preoccupied with fighting Two Face, so Robin went to save the kids and he-- hadn't listened when Batman told him it was a trap, and then everything was dark, and then he woke up and--
The logical part of his brain, the part that was supposed to be a detective, told him that he must have gotten a smaller dose of whatever they'd been gassed with because he'd woken up first. And Batman was tied up with the other guy and--
And Robin had been too confident and he thought he could beat Two Face at his own game. And he just kept talking because Robin was trying to win and
and he'd almost gotten Damian killed
(and he had gotten an innocent man killed)
(and Damian was going to be so mad at him he knew it he knew)
and then all he could remember was pain.
He could feel fists and a baseball bat and his face and his skin tearing under every blow that felt ten thousand times worse than being dropped on the floor of the Batcave during training and he could hear bones breaking and he could feel and smell his own blood and he couldn't feel anything because everything hurt.
He'd probably started crying at some point. He was pretty sure he had.
He just wanted it to stop.]