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#𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑳𝑬
He didn’t say anything. He wasn’t sure what to say. He didn’t approve of how Damian lived on his world, of all the things he had done. Of all the
Tugging off his gloves to look at rough, scarred hands, palms turned upwards.
"The blood on these hands....Was it righteous or an excuse..?"
He didn’t say anything. He wasn’t sure what to say. He didn’t approve of how Damian lived on his world, of all the things he had done. Of all the
He brought Damian to the nearest bench. “I have a lot of questions.”
Goodness, if Damian’s Batman that means something happened to Bruce. He needs to know everything. “Are you able to tell me anything at all?”
"I—" how old? He laughed at the question. "I remember being twenty, then things happened and... I don't exactly remember how long it has been, but— How old are you?"
Jon turned around. “Damian?” He got out of his seat, “What happened?”
He reached to touch his friends arms. “Damian, how did you—? How old are you?”
He brought Damian to the nearest bench. “I have a lot of questions.”
Goodness, if Damian’s Batman that means something happened to Bruce. He needs to know everything. “Are you able to tell me anything at all?”
He’s just going to keep disregarding the sly comments. Jon got up and sat next to him. “If theres something going on, Dami.. you can tell me.”
Oops. Dami was reserved for his Damian. “Damian. I mean. No one is going to push you away here, you can talk to me. Whats going
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"....Forget it. Coming here was a mistake...There's nothing for me here."
𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.
He’s just going to keep disregarding the sly comments. Jon got up and sat next to him. “If theres something going on, Dami.. you can tell me.”
Oops. Dami was reserved for his Damian. “Damian. I mean. No one is going to push you away here, you can talk to me. Whats going
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Jon turned around. “Damian?” He got out of his seat, “What happened?”
He reached to touch his friends arms. “Damian, how did you—? How old are you?”
Jon turned around. “Damian?” He got out of his seat, “What happened?”
He reached to touch his friends arms. “Damian, how did you—? How old are you?”
He got up and sat beside Damian. “But I know something is going on here. I know you’re running from something. I’m trying to help you, Damian.”
He sighed. “If you don’t want to talk, I can walk you out. But its been more than a few hours now and this game
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"A stupid mistake. You should have killed me.."
He got up and sat beside Damian. “But I know something is going on here. I know you’re running from something. I’m trying to help you, Damian.”
He sighed. “If you don’t want to talk, I can walk you out. But its been more than a few hours now and this game
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He shook his head, then gestured to the water and vegan fruit snacks he left on the nightstand for him. He had those for when his Damian would come over.
“But you… can stay here as long as you have to. Or want to. Just please promise me you won’t try fighting me
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"I'm not here to destroy your world. Or even you.. I came looking for you." He spoke, his voice softening with brows furrowing.
"...I don't know why."
He shook his head, then gestured to the water and vegan fruit snacks he left on the nightstand for him. He had those for when his Damian would come over.
“But you… can stay here as long as you have to. Or want to. Just please promise me you won’t try fighting me
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Jon stayed seated, looking across the bedroom. “If you’re unhappy here, I can get you back to your home world. But I can’t have you here if all you plan on doing is
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Dawn now approaching where the faint glow of the rising sun broke in through the window.
"Where—? Where ... am I???"
Jon stayed seated, looking across the bedroom. “If you’re unhappy here, I can get you back to your home world. But I can’t have you here if all you plan on doing is
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“Look what you made me do, Damian.” He sighed, picking him up and throwing him over his shoulder. Darting up
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"Hit me like you mean it!!"
“Look what you made me do, Damian.” He sighed, picking him up and throwing him over his shoulder. Darting up
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“Good.” Jon let the dust fall from his hands, then turned to Mary and walked beside her. “Not bad.” He
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“Good.” Jon let the dust fall from his hands, then turned to Mary and walked beside her. “Not bad.” He
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While doing that, he couldn’t help but wonder what he did wrong. He didn’t end up on Damian’s earth
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His body acting on instinct, it were as though he wanted this, & had every intention to lose.
Lunging at the other, he was quick to throw another punch.
While doing that, he couldn’t help but wonder what he did wrong. He didn’t end up on Damian’s earth
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“I’m giving you the opportunity to think, Damian. Whatever your goal is— to kill me, to harm me. It won’t work.”
He stood tall. This was hurting him. The sight of Damian on the floor was hurting him.
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“I’m giving you the opportunity to think, Damian. Whatever your goal is— to kill me, to harm me. It won’t work.”
He stood tall. This was hurting him. The sight of Damian on the floor was hurting him.
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But before he could finish Jon was socked across his face and for the first time in a really, really long time, Jon bled.
“Damian—“ He stood up from the ground. “I promise, you don’t want to do this.”
He frowned and put up his hands to create some
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𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭.
& That's where he'd dive in to throw the first punch.
But before he could finish Jon was socked across his face and for the first time in a really, really long time, Jon bled.
“Damian—“ He stood up from the ground. “I promise, you don’t want to do this.”
He frowned and put up his hands to create some
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He stepped closer. He certainly wasn’t scared of the others fists. He had gone up against bigger and far more dangerous people. But it did sting that he did have to speak to Damian like this. Even though he was from somewhere else, he still looked like
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He hesitated, expression remaining stern with hands clenching tight into fists.
"And you -- overcomplicated everything."
He stepped closer. He certainly wasn’t scared of the others fists. He had gone up against bigger and far more dangerous people. But it did sting that he did have to speak to Damian like this. Even though he was from somewhere else, he still looked like
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Jon snapped back. He took pride in what the heroes of his world have done. Comments like Damian’s could be taken… or shoved somewhere else.
"For the most part, doesn't mean much. You guys still let criminals on the loose here.."
He huffed. “Now what did you need? The geography of mine and your world are the same.”
Jon snapped back. He took pride in what the heroes of his world have done. Comments like Damian’s could be taken… or shoved somewhere else.
He huffed. “Now what did you need? The geography of mine and your world are the same.”
"Coming to your broken world.."
Jon flew down beside him. “Are you okay?”
He huffed. “Now what did you need? The geography of mine and your world are the same.”
Jon flew down beside him. “Are you okay?”
Jon flew down beside him. “Are you okay?”
He shrugged. “Just scary is all.”
He stayed quiet for a couple of seconds. “I’m sorry to throw all of this at you, Dick.”
"Then," he pulled a chair and sat down astride, leaning his forearm on top of the backrest, "what are you so worried about? What do you 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 want to tell him?"
He spoke quietly. “I’m not doubting anyones capabilities and I trust him completely. But its not him I’m worried about.”
He speaks as if he hasn’t seem Damian accomplish damn near super human feats before. But the
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He shrugged. “Just scary is all.”
He stayed quiet for a couple of seconds. “I’m sorry to throw all of this at you, Dick.”
Walking into the bank, Jon walked
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Walking into the bank, Jon walked
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The Nightwings.
Therefore, the mantle is now mine.
The Nightwings.