[ He scoffs, curling his lip into a well-practiced sneer. ]
Newsflash, Grayson. As far as threats go, you're not even in my top ten at the moment. My mother's put a half billion dollar bounty on my head, and assassins more skilled than you have me in their crosshairs.
[ Father is going to be furious at Todd for taking off, and that helps him feel a little better. His mother has certainly upped the ante, punishing him and Father both for Damian choosing to stay on as Robin. He doesn't think it's anything more than yet another test, though - she wants him back. Despite disowning him, she's made that clear.
And he sometimes thinks it would be better if he returns. He and his father don't hate each other, but they don't understand each other, either. He doesn't understand any of them; not even Cain. ]
And I care because I'm Robin. Would-be assassin or no, we don't throw children to the wolves. Especially not after what they've done to you.
[ Damian is markedly blunt, shrugging and finally turning his stare off Dick, a scowl on his face as he clambers to his feet (ginger and stiff, sucking in a harsh breath through his nose and eyes scrunching shut at the vertigo, though he regains his composure quickly).]
And -- [ A pause, and Damian is the one now studiously avoiding eye contact, frowning off to the side. ] --because I was where you are, once. This is your crossroads.
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Newsflash, Grayson. As far as threats go, you're not even in my top ten at the moment. My mother's put a half billion dollar bounty on my head, and assassins more skilled than you have me in their crosshairs.
[ Father is going to be furious at Todd for taking off, and that helps him feel a little better. His mother has certainly upped the ante, punishing him and Father both for Damian choosing to stay on as Robin. He doesn't think it's anything more than yet another test, though - she wants him back. Despite disowning him, she's made that clear.
And he sometimes thinks it would be better if he returns. He and his father don't hate each other, but they don't understand each other, either. He doesn't understand any of them; not even Cain. ]
And I care because I'm Robin. Would-be assassin or no, we don't throw children to the wolves. Especially not after what they've done to you.
[ Damian is markedly blunt, shrugging and finally turning his stare off Dick, a scowl on his face as he clambers to his feet (ginger and stiff, sucking in a harsh breath through his nose and eyes scrunching shut at the vertigo, though he regains his composure quickly).]
And -- [ A pause, and Damian is the one now studiously avoiding eye contact, frowning off to the side. ] --because I was where you are, once. This is your crossroads.