[ It's slight, but he clenches his jaw, fingers curling into loose fists, and his stare won't sit still on Dick. Wandering from the man's boots to his shoulder to the weird design on the shirt (ugly uniform, all of it, he doesn't think it suits Nightwing at all), skirting from meeting his eyes. ]
If you're still here when Father gets in, you'll have to listen to him harp at you, no doubt.
[ He sniffs, haughty. ]
God help you if he's in a mood, even. Run, Grayson. Run quickly.
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[ It's slight, but he clenches his jaw, fingers curling into loose fists, and his stare won't sit still on Dick. Wandering from the man's boots to his shoulder to the weird design on the shirt (ugly uniform, all of it, he doesn't think it suits Nightwing at all), skirting from meeting his eyes. ]
If you're still here when Father gets in, you'll have to listen to him harp at you, no doubt.
[ He sniffs, haughty. ]
God help you if he's in a mood, even. Run, Grayson. Run quickly.