[His stomach twists for a split second when Damian reaches a hand out-- most of the contact he sees is likewise violence, chastisement or similar rough treatment, and a lot of his time had been spent locked away alone lately anyway. The only outward indication is a dull glint of recognition on his face, but the gesture was only meant to straighten out his appearance, entirely harmless. Internally he sighs, and he's secretly glad he'd been taught to restrain himself.
He didn't really know much about suitable clothes or colors or fashion, but he likes the ones he's chosen. So he's glad he's apparently made the right choice.
Not much time to dwell on that though-- because when Damian's pressed a weapon into his hands, he can't help but stare, and look at Damian completely aghast. After the thoroughness they'd gone to to make sure they removed anything on his person that could be used as a weapon (short of his hands of course, couldn't really remove those so casually), he can't possibly imagine that this was any measure of allowed.
He curls one hand around one of the sticks, squeezing and flexing his fingers, lightly balancing it in his palm to get a feeling of the girth and weight of it. It was clearly a nonlethal weapon, but with the right angle and force, he could do some serious blunt damage with it. Was this some sort of test? Waiting to see if he would seize his first opportunity to attack, to escape or to finish the job? Maybe Batman did know about the whole 'outing' and had set it up intentionally?
The question are bubbling in his mind, but he makes haste to throw the belt around his waist, clicking the buckle and sliding both of the escrimas into the holster. And once it's all in place, he feels-- not more relaxed, but still less anxious, knowing he's got a better tool if something happened. Preparation seemed to be a sensibility he and Damian both shared.]
This is all-- OK, right? I didn't-- I didn't even know I was allowed out of the cave. [He didn't appear too conflicted about being caught. But he didn't want to disobey anyone, even if it felt like he was trying to follow two conflicting plans of action.
(It's certainly a testament to something that beyond wondering if it's what Batman expects of him, he doesn't think twice about the possibility of directing the sticks at Damian. He wouldn't even dare repaying the other's kindness with cruelty, even if it was going against everything that'd been ingrained in him for years.)]
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He didn't really know much about suitable clothes or colors or fashion, but he likes the ones he's chosen. So he's glad he's apparently made the right choice.
Not much time to dwell on that though-- because when Damian's pressed a weapon into his hands, he can't help but stare, and look at Damian completely aghast. After the thoroughness they'd gone to to make sure they removed anything on his person that could be used as a weapon (short of his hands of course, couldn't really remove those so casually), he can't possibly imagine that this was any measure of allowed.
He curls one hand around one of the sticks, squeezing and flexing his fingers, lightly balancing it in his palm to get a feeling of the girth and weight of it. It was clearly a nonlethal weapon, but with the right angle and force, he could do some serious blunt damage with it. Was this some sort of test? Waiting to see if he would seize his first opportunity to attack, to escape or to finish the job? Maybe Batman did know about the whole 'outing' and had set it up intentionally?
The question are bubbling in his mind, but he makes haste to throw the belt around his waist, clicking the buckle and sliding both of the escrimas into the holster. And once it's all in place, he feels-- not more relaxed, but still less anxious, knowing he's got a better tool if something happened. Preparation seemed to be a sensibility he and Damian both shared.]
This is all-- OK, right? I didn't-- I didn't even know I was allowed out of the cave. [He didn't appear too conflicted about being caught. But he didn't want to disobey anyone, even if it felt like he was trying to follow two conflicting plans of action.
(It's certainly a testament to something that beyond wondering if it's what Batman expects of him, he doesn't think twice about the possibility of directing the sticks at Damian. He wouldn't even dare repaying the other's kindness with cruelty, even if it was going against everything that'd been ingrained in him for years.)]