[ He's going to remind you. Repeatedly. Especially given that his birthday came and went, and he's one year closer to being a teen rather than a pre-teen. He'll outstrip you soon enough, Grayson; it's merely a waiting game at this point.
(He'd be even closer to thirteen if he hadn't been dead for a year, of course, although age is mostly an assigned thing to him, given his accelerated development. But he's not about to brag that he's actually just turned seven.)
He turns up his nose as Dick's own reminder, sniffing haughtily. ]
To be fair, you were ungainly as Batman. [ Making Batman his own had taken Dick time. ] You shaped up. Eventually.
[ More like Damian learned to respect him, and finally listened to what he had to teach. Before that, there was no winning, ever. He'd disliked Dick, had mocked and criticized him at every turn -- it wasn't until the man had stepped in to save him, had offered unconditional forgiveness despite everything he'd done, that he'd stopped and reevaluated the impostor.
He supposes he can thank Professor Pyg for that, but he'd really prefer not to. ]
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(He'd be even closer to thirteen if he hadn't been dead for a year, of course, although age is mostly an assigned thing to him, given his accelerated development. But he's not about to brag that he's actually just turned seven.)
He turns up his nose as Dick's own reminder, sniffing haughtily. ]
To be fair, you were ungainly as Batman. [ Making Batman his own had taken Dick time. ] You shaped up. Eventually.
[ More like Damian learned to respect him, and finally listened to what he had to teach. Before that, there was no winning, ever. He'd disliked Dick, had mocked and criticized him at every turn -- it wasn't until the man had stepped in to save him, had offered unconditional forgiveness despite everything he'd done, that he'd stopped and reevaluated the impostor.
He supposes he can thank Professor Pyg for that, but he'd really prefer not to. ]