[Dead man. Right-- heh, it was almost funny. Damian remembered that before Dick even did himself.]
I could say the same thing about you, y'know.
[He shifts in his position, though he doesn't come down, looking down at Damian from his perch-- it sounds like something he should say as a joke, but there's no humor in his voice, not even scorn or retaliation. It's solemn, almost regretful.
He lets out a sigh, brings his knees up and props his elbow son them, rubbing his gloves hands over his face like he's trying to wake up. Maybe he is.]
...You weren't supposed to be here right now-- only Bruce is supposed to know. Otherwise, I...
[He would've come sooner. Wouldn't be sitting up here and hiding from the rest of his family like he was some kind of plague. Like it was too dangerous for him to come near.]
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I could say the same thing about you, y'know.
[He shifts in his position, though he doesn't come down, looking down at Damian from his perch-- it sounds like something he should say as a joke, but there's no humor in his voice, not even scorn or retaliation. It's solemn, almost regretful.
He lets out a sigh, brings his knees up and props his elbow son them, rubbing his gloves hands over his face like he's trying to wake up. Maybe he is.]
...You weren't supposed to be here right now-- only Bruce is supposed to know. Otherwise, I...
[He would've come sooner. Wouldn't be sitting up here and hiding from the rest of his family like he was some kind of plague. Like it was too dangerous for him to come near.]