[It's easy to tell that Damian's avoiding eye contact, but it's not as if Dick's gonna press it. He's pretty good at acting like things are normal, like he's just going back to his apartment, back to Chicago or New York or Bludhaven to resume his daily grind, as if it wasn't also the first time he's seen a dead kid walking in so much time.]
You say that like he doesn't harp on me anyway.
[Ah yes, if there was ever a constant in his life, it was the neverending lectures.
He turns around on his heel, looking at Damian with hooded eyes and an almost solemn smile, giving him a wave that was a bit more committed.]
Hang in there, alright? Don't go dying on us again.
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You say that like he doesn't harp on me anyway.
[Ah yes, if there was ever a constant in his life, it was the neverending lectures.
He turns around on his heel, looking at Damian with hooded eyes and an almost solemn smile, giving him a wave that was a bit more committed.]
Hang in there, alright? Don't go dying on us again.