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dreamsanddisasters2014-11-20 04:28 am
earlybird) wrote in dreamsanddisasters2014-11-20 04:28 am
Pokemon AU ( p l u s )
[ His father's words still ring in his ears. Nagging. Aggravating. Lies.
"She made you for this purpose."
And his father believes them, wholly, because of some ridiculous fever dream. Believes that Damian would--
"When you die, you'll take every living thing down with you."
--he wouldn't. He won't. It's preposterous, and more, it's insulting. He is, was, the only one of his kind, and what would his father or his mother know about what he can do? Nothing, that's what. Damian knows himself best, and he's fast and recovers quickly and his Oblivion Wing move is magnificent and unique and his, but he would never--
"You're staying in the Cave until we decide how to handle this best."
As if. No sooner had Bruce declared him under lock-down than he'd escaped, took to the skies (a tiny, strange bird with a red underbelly and a grey back and claws on its wings, not a Pokemon you'd ever see again in your life). Blüdhaven is maybe a half hour's flight away, and Grayson's apartment easy to find, even if he'd only ever visited by car. He dives down, alights upon the window ledge, and whacks insistently at it with a wing, claws leaving scratches in the glass. ]
Grayson!
"She made you for this purpose."
And his father believes them, wholly, because of some ridiculous fever dream. Believes that Damian would--
"When you die, you'll take every living thing down with you."
--he wouldn't. He won't. It's preposterous, and more, it's insulting. He is, was, the only one of his kind, and what would his father or his mother know about what he can do? Nothing, that's what. Damian knows himself best, and he's fast and recovers quickly and his Oblivion Wing move is magnificent and unique and his, but he would never--
"You're staying in the Cave until we decide how to handle this best."
As if. No sooner had Bruce declared him under lock-down than he'd escaped, took to the skies (a tiny, strange bird with a red underbelly and a grey back and claws on its wings, not a Pokemon you'd ever see again in your life). Blüdhaven is maybe a half hour's flight away, and Grayson's apartment easy to find, even if he'd only ever visited by car. He dives down, alights upon the window ledge, and whacks insistently at it with a wing, claws leaving scratches in the glass. ]
Grayson!
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[He loves the 'haven, he really does. But Dick has always been set apart from the tastes and preferences of Bruce, Tim and Damian. He grew up poor. He liked the grit and grime of the streets instead of the clean tiles and caviar of some downtown penthouse. He wasn't born here, but Bludhaven feels like home. Not... quite the case with a bunch of his other friends and family.
But he was used to Damian's antsy-ness at least. At this point he hardly even batted an eye, and instead made himself comfortable, nudging himself into the soft back of the couch cushions as if he was actually nesting right now. Fill up stomachs, then patrol.]
Think of it this way; even if they're injured, it's a lot easier to break out of a hospital than a prison, don't you think?
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Just making himself right at home. ]
Not if both their legs are broken.
[ Perfectly logical. Damian has no qualms about swinging himself up over the back of the couch to drop down onto the cushions next to Dick. He's quiet for all of thirty seconds, back to watching the television with a bored face and restless fidgeting, before piping up again. ]
Did you know that Great Danes make excellent apartment animals?
[ Even a blind man could see where this conversation was going. ]