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Яσвιи: Ƭнɛ βσʏ Ɯσи∂ɛя ([personal profile] pixieboots) wrote 2015-01-10 12:23 am (UTC)

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[ Oh. His face softens, tension easing with understanding. ]

You'll get your chance. He's coming back, isn't he? [ Not dead, Damian said. Dick clings to that, has clung to that promise of the future, that he gets to keep Bruce and Alfred no matter what.

But it's dawning on him that Damian can't be any more sure of that than he can. Maybe even less so, with no voice from his own future here to reassure him.

And maybe it explains a little about why he doesn't want to be the one to reach out now. When it's so much harder, when there's so much more at stake.

But Dick is sure. Batman and Robin are Batman and Robin. If there can be two Robins in Haven (plus one more that he's putting out of his mind) then there can be two Batmen in Gotham.

He reaches out to put on his hand on shoulder again, and this time it's pure instinct. ]


We're not gonna cut you out, pal.

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