[ It's Robin's version of a snotty ten-year-old 'maybe'. He'll give Bruce the message, but he's going to give Dick a little grief over it first; let him know he's not pleased about his choice to leave so soon, at all. He frowns, smoothing down his vest, and squints up at Dick.
Not so much of a distance, now that he can fly. In fact...
Yes. Now it's Damian looking down on Grayson, taller by a solid five inches, arms crossed. Perfect. This is as it should be. ]
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[ It's Robin's version of a snotty ten-year-old 'maybe'. He'll give Bruce the message, but he's going to give Dick a little grief over it first; let him know he's not pleased about his choice to leave so soon, at all. He frowns, smoothing down his vest, and squints up at Dick.
Not so much of a distance, now that he can fly. In fact...
Yes. Now it's Damian looking down on Grayson, taller by a solid five inches, arms crossed. Perfect. This is as it should be. ]
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