earlybird: (too tired to explain you a thing)
Damian Wayne | Robin ([personal profile] earlybird) wrote in [community profile] dreamsanddisasters2014-12-17 07:14 pm

RISE.GIF Reunions (for Plus)

Dead?

[ He hates how his voice cracks on the question, even as he hates the wince that crosses his father's face. It's -- it's inconceivable. Grayson can't be dead. Not here, not now, where there should be nothing but triumph and, and happiness, and his father brought him back but where is Grayson? ]

You're lying. You're lying! He isn't. He can't be, I saved him!

[ His denials repeat, increasingly loud, over his father's unwieldy, gentle explanations, until he's yelling and hands are pulling him in, tucking him against a broad chest and wiping away the tear tracks sliding, unheeded, down his face. He doesn't stop. It's unacceptable. Grayson isn't dead. ]



[ Batman had to return to duty at some point. Frankly, Damian is sick of the hovering, constantly pushed under wing. He understands it, but it doesn't mean he's willing to put up with it -- and it doesn't mean his father would ever be able to keep him away from being Robin. Not now that he can do this.

Air, breezing beneath his feet, wrapping around his limbs, and his cape flaps in the wind. He's never taken much pleasure in senseless play, but there's something about the open sky that has him wheeling and diving, speeding up only to stop, shoot up, drop down. It's practice. To master his new skillset. Obviously.

Flying is the easiest. It's the rest that's not so easily handled. Lessons with the alien are an exercise in patience, on everyone's part.

He does his rounds, sneaking back in before his father might suspect anything, and Titus is down in the Cave, claws skittering across the floor to greet him with an excited bark. The mutt's been the same way ever since he came back; as if every time he leaves, it's for good, and every time he returns, it's a miracle. Damian floats above the dancing pup, the toe of his boot tapping Titus' nose, and the brusque look on his face fades into something a little fonder. ]


Your breath smells like tuna, dog. Stole a sandwich, did you?
batsdontdance: (who's my cute widdle robin u are)

[personal profile] batsdontdance 2015-02-18 07:58 am (UTC)(link)
That cape was ungainly.

[He turns up an eyebrow; an important distinction. Even to this day, the size and weight of that thing was still completely ridiculous to him. Dick was a lot of things, but he'd certainly never been called clumsy.]

The point is, I'd never had to train someone-- [Not like a protege, not really like a partner; he took to a team setting easily, but one on one was a lot different.]-- and Clark hasn't really either. Just give him time to shape up. Maybe one day you'll even like him.

[Spoken like it was the most preposterous thing in the universe. Which, it kind of was. But Dick still had a spark of hope.]
batsdontdance: (loser says what)

[personal profile] batsdontdance 2015-02-19 07:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Well, Krypto was a pretty likable mutt. Not like Dick could fault him for the opinion, given his clear preferential treatment towards Titus.]

Be careful, or your head will end up just as big.

[Clark was not exactly someone he imagined to be egocentric. Damian? Arrogant as all get out.

He takes a moment to cast a glance around the cave; still no sign of Bruce. Guess waiting around wasn't gonna get him much more than a reprimand once someone back at Spyral caught him being late to something or anther.]


...Guess I better get going while the going's good, though.

[He's smiling, his hands loose and the wave he gives is casually dismissive-- but it was easily a cover for the his reluctance and regret at having to leave at all.]
batsdontdance: (r u shittin me with this)

[personal profile] batsdontdance 2015-02-20 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.
batsdontdance: (wait i could've had a V8)

[personal profile] batsdontdance 2015-02-23 07:42 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe. But I don't want to see you have to do it again.

[He doubts Bruce can pull that off a second time. None of them can dodge death forever, but he doubts any of them can deal with losing Damian again so soon.

(It's still barely real, like he'l wake up in his room with a call from Helena yelling at him for oversleeping and he'll call Bruce and the man will be telling him the mission failed.)]


Later.

[There's a hesitance in his step, like he might turn around instead and further delay his exit; but he's off instead, departing for the back exit of the cave where no one can see him slip out.]