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dreamsanddisasters2014-08-21 12:12 am
dfordangerous) wrote in dreamsanddisasters2014-08-21 12:12 am
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Age Reversal AU (For Batfam)
[ His father is dead, and he's still reeling from the shock. Alfred and Tim both know he's barely keeping it together, for all his standoffish composure. Years of preparing for this moment--
(steeling himself, to watch his father be laid to rest next to his grandparents)
--have done little to offset the grief. He wouldn't be seen at all if it weren't for his brother; if Tim hadn't coerced him out of his room in the hours following the funeral, hadn't confessed his worries for Cass (retreated, to the attic of all places), Jason (god, Jason, Damian's own cunning little húlí, he'd adored the man), and his father's newest stray, Richard. Dick. His father's Robin.
His Robin, now. As strange as the thought is. But the cowl is his, and so is Robin.
His Robin, who Alfred has informed him is currently making his roost up in the ballroom's chandeliers. Refusing to come down.
Damian, briefly, contemplates leaving him up there in favor of finishing reviewing this case file.
('He'll come down when he gets hungry,' he tells Alfred.
'He's in mourning, Master Damian,' Alfred points out, with all the dry chastisement his stiff upper lip can give.
'I'll get the broom.')
And here he is. He finds himself squinting in irritation up at the boy monkeying around on the fragile, expensive crystal. ]
Richard. [ Prim, clipped tones. Damian hardly raises his voice unless his fuse is blown; usually only when he's locked in a shouting match with Tim or with his father.
He doesn't know Richard that well. The boy is a relatively fresh arrival, and the past few months he's been here have seen Damian on longer missions; international and galactic trips alike. Before Bruce's death, they had maybe spent only a few hours in each other's company, and the boy was clearly not overly fond of him. ]
What are you doing?
(steeling himself, to watch his father be laid to rest next to his grandparents)
--have done little to offset the grief. He wouldn't be seen at all if it weren't for his brother; if Tim hadn't coerced him out of his room in the hours following the funeral, hadn't confessed his worries for Cass (retreated, to the attic of all places), Jason (god, Jason, Damian's own cunning little húlí, he'd adored the man), and his father's newest stray, Richard. Dick. His father's Robin.
His Robin, now. As strange as the thought is. But the cowl is his, and so is Robin.
His Robin, who Alfred has informed him is currently making his roost up in the ballroom's chandeliers. Refusing to come down.
Damian, briefly, contemplates leaving him up there in favor of finishing reviewing this case file.
('He'll come down when he gets hungry,' he tells Alfred.
'He's in mourning, Master Damian,' Alfred points out, with all the dry chastisement his stiff upper lip can give.
'I'll get the broom.')
And here he is. He finds himself squinting in irritation up at the boy monkeying around on the fragile, expensive crystal. ]
Richard. [ Prim, clipped tones. Damian hardly raises his voice unless his fuse is blown; usually only when he's locked in a shouting match with Tim or with his father.
He doesn't know Richard that well. The boy is a relatively fresh arrival, and the past few months he's been here have seen Damian on longer missions; international and galactic trips alike. Before Bruce's death, they had maybe spent only a few hours in each other's company, and the boy was clearly not overly fond of him. ]
What are you doing?
[ten year old pest intensifies]
He'd neglected, however, to meet Alfred for the usual ride home in one of the Waynes' ~fancy~ cars. He'd actually left a bit early, ditching class and venturing into the city on his own like a boy on a mission, making a beeline straight or Tim's Penthouse, which was a trip and a location that was strictly not allowed for him.
So, it was really nothing more than a whim, and it wasn't some kind of high scale invasion task, but Dick decided to go anyway. He liked hanging out with Tim, but Tim was always busy and rarely had time for anything besides work, and the 'nightshift,' and taking care of Jason, and probably some other adult sort of thing. And-- he never really actually got to talk to Jason that much, but he'd heard so much about him, and he seemed so cool-- and Damian said they were all brothers, right? So wasn't it weird that they'd never really gotten to hang out together? Tim said that Jason needed 'time,' but it'd already been a long time from Dick's point of you. Like, forever.
No one batted an eye at least, when Dick made his way up to the penthouse, and he made short work of the lock thanks to the key he'd nicked off of Tim the last time he'd seen him in civilian mode (pickpocketing was not exactly a skill he felt confident in broadcasting among a family of crimefighters).]
Helloooooooo? [He's at least courteous enough to not go rushing right into the room, and simply starts with peaking his head in through the door like he's come to call someone for dinner.] Anybody home?
what did jason do to deserve this fate
...Maybe he should talk to Dinah about this.
Maybe.
Laying on his bed, nursing the beginnings of a headache with a book over his head, Jason immediately jolts up as a familiar voice rings through the apartment. Shit. Shit. This is the opposite of what he wanted to deal with right now.
Hesitantly, he lays back down. Maybe if he just-- doesn't say anything, the kid won't come looking back here. He wouldn't walk into his room, right?
...Right? ]
steal the tires off the batmobile it's one long karmic payback
Well, it was kind of the middle of the day, so Tim was probably. Doing work or something, maybe. Maybe he and Bruce were stuck in one of those meetings. But Jason was probably out of school by now too, wasn't he?
He pushes the door open wider, taking a step inside and cupping his hands around his mouth.] Helloooooooooooooo?
[Well, he remembered to close the door behind him, because he's definitely venturing further inside, poking around every corner and doorway for signs of a presence. Maybe if the guys weren't here he could at least snoop around their stuff while they were gone.]
Hello? [No, this one was a bathroom--] Anyone here? [This closet was almost as big as some of the ones in Wayne Manor--
Eventually he makes it to Jason's door, though it looks like every other door in here to him. He hooks his hands on the door handle, leaning back in his boredom of the repetitive search and using his weight to pull it down and try and push the door open.] Where is everyone...?
will no one just let that go already
The kid replaced him. What is there to like?
(Every time he sees a picture of Robin in the paper, something ugly and green coils up in his throat and it almost makes him scream. It usually just makes him punch something instead.) ]
What do you want.
[ The tone is brisk and blank. The sooner this is over, the sooner he can go back to laying in his dark room and letting his headache go away before it becomes a full blown migraine.
(A new problem, one he hadn't told Tim about yet. He-- He thinks he might have gotten hit in the head too hard or something. A problem the Lazarus pit hadn't quite gotten to before he crawled his way out of it.) ]
never it's too great
[On the flip side, Dick seems absolutely ecstatic to discover that Jason was actually inside, and he pushes the door open completely and invites himself right into the room.
(Jason Todd, who he'd heard so much about, his predecessor who was strong and brave and who had gone through a terrible tragedy, some worse and more damaging than anything the rest of them had ever faced, and had managed to come out the other end still alive and still fighting. Dick didn't know all the details-- but he could guess at a lot of it, and fill in the rest with his imagination.)]
What are you doing sitting in the dark? [As if he completely hadn't heard Jason's question. He had, but he didn't know how to answer it. He wanted to hang out with him, but that was too embarrassing to admit] Are you sleeping? It's still the middle of the day.
gdi all to hell
Thus, he was only slightly prepared for he trial ahead of him. Jason groans inwardly, looking away from Dick to properly close his book before the pages got too bent. And the kid just walked into his room without his permission, just-- even Tim didn't do that. And it was Tim's goddamn flat. ]
I was taking a nap. [ There's a grain of truth in that. It might have become a nap, if he wasn't interrupted. ] Why are you here?
[ Because he knew the kid didn't have a key. ]
you made your bed now lie in it
[Well, he's no Batman, but he can still see in the dark pretty well. Maybe he'd been trying to do homework? In the dark? Yeah that would probably put Dick to sleep too.]
Big D's really busy today, so I wanted to come see Tim. [Well hey, it's not a lie. But the kid was way better at lying to bad guys than to the rest of the family, and he fidgets with the edge of his sleeve a moment before looking up at Jason with more curiosity to try and cover it up.] How come you're tired? 'Cause of school?
at least he has a real bed now
(It was like herding cats, to be honest.) ]
Tim's at work. He won't be home for a couple hours. [ Jason gives Dick a speculative look. Jason always locked the door behind him so-- ] How'd you get in?
it's the small victories
Someone left the door unlocked. [Trying to play it cool, but hurried and rushed, the stolen key feeling like it was burning a hole in its pocket.]
Can I hang around here until Tim comes home? We could watch a movie or something! Tim has most of the good ones anyway and it's way more cool here than it is at the Manor. Dami's room mostly has fancy swords and stuff hanging on the wall.