[ He's not stupid enough to fall for this trap. But the man's acting like Grayson, and looks like Grayson, and talks like Grayson, and with no attack coming yet, hope is warring in his chest.
He'd just come to terms with the fact that the other is dead, and here he is, seemingly in the flesh. Damian floats up another few inches, squinting, searching his posture for any tells that would give him away as anything other than one Richard Grayson, and finds nothing.
Only Bruce is supposed to know.
His Father, who did not seem to grieve Grayson nearly so much as he had Todd, or -- according to sources -- Damian himself. His Father, who didn't speak of his first Robin, but also didn't shatter glass or break headstones out of fury for his loss.
He swallows, and resists the urge to pull his cape around him. He's no child in need of a security blanket. ]
Prove it.
[ A challenge, spitted. His arms cross, scowl on his lips, to cover his weakness. ]
Or I'll break your face. Something only the real Grayson would know.
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He'd just come to terms with the fact that the other is dead, and here he is, seemingly in the flesh. Damian floats up another few inches, squinting, searching his posture for any tells that would give him away as anything other than one Richard Grayson, and finds nothing.
Only Bruce is supposed to know.
His Father, who did not seem to grieve Grayson nearly so much as he had Todd, or -- according to sources -- Damian himself. His Father, who didn't speak of his first Robin, but also didn't shatter glass or break headstones out of fury for his loss.
He swallows, and resists the urge to pull his cape around him. He's no child in need of a security blanket. ]
Prove it.
[ A challenge, spitted. His arms cross, scowl on his lips, to cover his weakness. ]
Or I'll break your face. Something only the real Grayson would know.