[ It must be conscious focus that keeps Damian floating, because at Dick's voice -- out of nowhere, from the heavens -- the boy drops half a foot in shock, wobbling mid-air, before he stabilizes. His head jerks up, seeking out the source, and there's something equal parts desperate and furious in his expression.
It can't be. He wants it to be, but it can't, everyone told him it can't, and he bristles, on the offense. ]
Stupid trick. That's a dead man's face you're wearing.
[ Warning. It could be any number of enemies, but the ones that could infiltrate the Batcave are especially dangerous. And Dick, in his Spyral guise, is just this shy of ill-placed that he can only be suspicious, gloves creaking as he clenches his fists. ]
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It can't be. He wants it to be, but it can't, everyone told him it can't, and he bristles, on the offense. ]
Stupid trick. That's a dead man's face you're wearing.
[ Warning. It could be any number of enemies, but the ones that could infiltrate the Batcave are especially dangerous. And Dick, in his Spyral guise, is just this shy of ill-placed that he can only be suspicious, gloves creaking as he clenches his fists. ]