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Dick couldn’t believe how much Damian had grown. Mentally, of course. When he’d first met him he’d been such a violent, aggressive, conflicted child who had thought he could do anything and everything that he wanted to. And now…well, he was still quite violent and did think he was best at everything, but he had more self-control. He thought things through more and the development of emotions besides rage? Amazing.
Yet he would still climb into Dick’s bed when an incredibly stormy night came through, denying at every turn that he wasn’t scared, and Dick never pushed it. Instead, as the boy drifted off to sleep, he gave his hair a gentle pat and smiled.
“Good job, Damian.”
Anonymous asked: The scene between Dick and Damian when bruce sent damian off to Bludhaven (in your other drabble)? :D
When Dick found Damian dressed in his Robin uniform perched on top of his bed in his apartment in Bludhaven, he couldn’t believe it was real. How was he there? Why was he there? And why was the frown on his face so deep and heavy?
The boy jumped off of the bed and stood as still as the night, expression unchanging, cape covering every inch of his body from the neck down. They stared at each other in a standstill, checking each other, thinking of what they wanted to do and what the needed to do. It was unnerving to say the least. And hurtful. But necessary. Finally, Dick sighed and placed the mug of hot coffee he was holding onto the nearby table in order to open his arms and smile at the other with a warmth Damian would never admit he missed.
Damian was across the room in seconds, clutching onto the other tightly, face pressed hard against his torso. Dick wound his arms around the boy’s back and held him tightly, unbelievable joy spreading through him with the contact.
“Yeah, Damian. I missed you too.”
Any more before I start studying? :3
Damian held a scowl on his face as he sat on the medical table in the Batcave, feet dangling over the edge. He watched his older mentor wrap the bandages around his leg, fighting every wince of pain that went shooting through his nerves. Dick’s face looked calm, focused, concentrating on the task he was performing at that moment. The silence was deafening, occasionally broken by the flapping of a bat’s wings or a screech traveling through it’s sharp teeth. When Dick finally spoke, it caught Damian completely off-guard, having expected the quiet to last forever.
“Does it still hurt?”
The man looked up at him, shining blue eyes containing deep concern.
“Of course it hurts, Grayson,” Damian replied, a harsh bite in his words. Only for the simple fact that this had been his fault; the result of his failure to listen to orders. Dick brushed off the words as if they had been just as polite as ever and simply sighed. The next thing Damian knew he felt soft lips touching the spot where the pain was strongest, where the most comfort was most needed, and with a gentleness that he would have never expected.
Dick removed them a moment later, standing up and ruffling the other’s hair with a warm smile.
“I’ll ask Alfred to give you some pain killers, okay?”
The gentle hand slid from the boy’s midnight locks as he turned to leave, footsteps echoing off the walls. Damian’s eyes narrowed, a slight heat rising in his cheeks, fingers gripping the cold edge of the metal table.
“They won’t be needed anymore Grayson. Imbecile…”
Onto the next!
When I returned from my trek through time back to my own in Gotham city, I could tell immediately that things had changed. I noticed it with Damian first. His extreme behavior stemming from his time with his mother had softened. Not to the point where he was like any other the other robins, but there was improvement. The harshness in his tone wasn’t as sharp, his actions weren’t as brash, and his listening skills were actually being utilized.
It was good.
But that changed when Dick left Gotham to begin his life as Nightwing again. The piercing edges of his voice was back, his disobedience flourished, and the air of isolation hung over him like a dark and ominous cloud. He missed Dick. It didn’t take a genius to see that. He missed him so much you could almost see the pain hidden in his carefully guarded features. There was a bond between them, something that had become precious to them both, and being separated made it tug at their souls like torture.
Which is why I’m working alone tonight. I sent the boy to Bludhaven to gather some extra intelligence, which basically translated into: “Go see him.” Maybe I’ll get a bit more ease for a while, get to work without extra weight; because I know that he’s not coming back any time soon.
Do I have any more challengers?~ :3