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Dick Grayson.
“That’s because it wasn’t.” He replied. Giving him a smile when he said it was adequate. “It happens to the best of us.” Dick said, “You have no idea how many times I had to drag Bruce in to get stitched up. We’re only human.” He added, his gaze never leaving Damian’s wound as he patched it for him. He knew Damian wanted to be perfect but even he made mistakes. Seeing his brother tense up a bit, he finally looked up at him. “Don’t beat yourself up over it. Everyone has off days. Even Robin. I’m sure everything turned out fine in the end, right? You got the bad guy?”
The corner of his lips upturned at Grayson’s response. Of course it was never a question. It was both a trait he admired and dreaded of his older brother’s. Sometimes older bother. “I can’t imagine Father needs to be stitched up often nowadays.” Far too experienced. He watched Dick’s hand work on the wound, patching it up. “I’d like to learn.” He declared. He wanted to help. It felt useless being sidelined when someone else was wounded. If Dick didn’t teach him how to patch, then Damian would find another way to learn. Now that the thought was planted he’d be relentless until he learned the skill perfectly. “Yes, I ‘got the bad guy’,” He quoted him. “Left him at the NYPD, if they can’t manage it from there it’ll become concerning.” More so than his usual concern, which was already quite vapid.
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Eldoris Curry.
Dory shrugged. It’s quite busy here and people throw garbage everywhere. I have been cleaning the beach area almost every day I find something!” she huffed frustrated. Truthfully she was dragging her feet going back to Atlantis trying to prolong her stay on land to be with her friends and teammates.
“People are...” Idiots, fools, utter trash themselves. “People.” Derogatory. "Perhaps something could be done.” Signs only did so much, Damian wished there was something that could be done to make them LISTEN. “Maybe if they saw a sign of a bloody animal instead of a ‘don’t litter’ sign they’d see what they’re truly doing.” He grimaced. If anyone understood his passion on the topic it was Dory herself.
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Bruce Wayne.
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Bruce knew that Damian wasn’t used to praising growing up but he was trying to establish a better and stronger relationship with his son. He wanted to know outside of training and fighting that he was appreciated and loved for who he was. “It is, you know you can draw more often around the house, Alfred would even put one on the fridge if you let him” He replied to his son before thinking for a moment “I do enjoy cars, working on projects building things with my hands, I haven’t partaken in either of those hobbies in the longest time though. I was never able to draw as well as this though, I could do simple architectural doodles but nothing to show off.” He explained before nodding his head “Why not? I’m back in town and I’d like to spend time with you doing things you enjoy.” He replied, looking at the other smiling softly.
“Absolutely not,” He didn’t typically speak such way to Father, more often to one of his brothers but the idea of Alred putting his artwork on the fridge of all places was far too gone for him not to refute. “Any artwork would need to be framed, no one should have anything unless it is perfect.” Anything else was unacceptable, Damian would frown at the sight of not fully finished art. “I support that stands to reason,” Who else would have built the Batmobile if not father himself? “Do you miss them?” He asked curiously. The idea of Batman, Bruce Wayne, his father having hobbies was something he never thought of and yet it made all too much sense. He was a jack of all trades after all. “Oh...” It was a foolish feeling, so childish and yet his father’s praise made Damian feel elated. “Thank you.” He said it quietly opposed to his usual pride of other skills. “Mother allowed my artwork because it was a useful skill, able to identify my enemies and targets if need be.” He couldn’t help himself, he smiled. “That’s... adequate.” I’d like that too.
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Peter Gordon.
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Peter blinked over at Damian as he spoke, a little frown touching his lips. “I was just doing my job,” he said. “Like you were doing yours. We’re supposed to work together, aren’t we?” His dad had always worked closely with Batman and the Robins, and Peter assumed that went for the rest of the police force, too. He brightened a little when Damian actually thanked him, especially knowing as he did – or as he…would…time travel was weird – that it was very rare that Damian thanked anyone. “Well, you’re welcome,” he said, flashing him a bright smile. “I’m glad I could help.” Even if he’d ended up getting hurt in the process.
There was something awfully familiar about the young rookie cop. Though perhaps calling him a rookie was too hasty. Maybe it was the blonde hair, made him thinking of Detective Gordon. “What are you called?” He asked him with narrowed eyes. Were they? Batman tried to encourage it but it was hardly Damian’s favorite thing, working with the police. They were usually inferior. (Not always though, just often enough to be ANNOYING). The man did seem earnest, Damian would give him that much. He almost reminded of Jon in how jolly he appeared. “Yes, just try not to get injured next time. For both our sakes.”
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Jon Kent.
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“And they’re not until they are.” Jon argued, wanting Damian to try and see life in a different life. He understood that there were things that his best friend would never be able to see or get out of life because of the way he viewed it, but he wanted to try and help him. Not everyone is an assassin out to get you or a contract you have to hunt down because they did something your grandpa didn’t like. There are just normal people out there who live life and don’t do anything bad. “Others lives do depend on me though.” He was good. His father was good. The League was good. Why couldn’t Damian see that? Why did he think that everyone was out to get him and if not now than later. Was their friendship even really a friendship or was Damian just waiting on the edge of his seat ready for Jon to turn on him? The thought poisoned his mind, planting the seed of doubt. A frown tugged down on the edge of his lips. “Do you think I’m out to get you?”
“Not everyone has a choice.” He argued. Not just being groomed into darkness, there was also mind control and evil influences. The very worst didn’t always happen, but if it did, the only difference one could make is if they were prepared or not. He sighed. “I do understand your ideals Jon, I just can’t abide them myself.” He couldn’t risk it. Jon could perhaps afford to see the goodness, Damian simply was too poor in that area. “No,” Damian answered without a second thought. “I don’t believe you’re out to get me.” It’d be convenient to blame it on Jon’s intelligence or lack of forethought but neither of those things were true. Jon was intelligent, as much as Damian might berate him for whatever he could find. It was Jon’s goodness that made the idea of him as an enemy preposterous. If anything, Damian himself was more likely to be the villain in a world where he fought Jon. "I trust you.” He admitted, knowing he shouldn’t be ashamed and yet itching at the word.
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Alfred Pennyworth.
☆ﾟ*·ﾟMUSIC BLASTED THROUGH speakers and Alfred, well, he was having the time of his life. He couldn’t tell you what the name of this song was, but he didn’t care, because he was having the absolute time of his life. Could he tell you how he ended up in this situation either, in a white shirt, without his blazer and tie, dancing around like a kid? No, he couldn’t, at all. As his hands went up in the air, looking somewhat like disco, Alfred didn’t even notice anyone else walk into the area. He was far too invested in his dancing to even think about it.
@brokcnblade
The manner was supposed to be empty sans Pennyworth. If Damian’s info was correct (as in, everyone kept to their word and hadn’t lied about their whereabouts) then it should just be the most reliable member of their family on his own. Damian himself had finished volunteering earlier than expected. It was rare it happened so fast, but Damian was a pushy volunteer when it came to advocating for the dogs. Though it helped he used his own means to keep an eye on the dog owners after the fact and make sure they treated the dogs well. Father probably wouldn’t approve but that was okay, he’d never know. Brown lied. It must have been Stephanie, who else would be blasting this music to such a degree and-- wait. “Pennyworth?” If he didn’t see the butler before his own eyes Damian would have thought there was a home invasion.
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Dick Grayson.
‘ PATCH. ‘ - [ my / your ] muse starts to heal / bandage [ mine / yours. ] / Damian
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“Let me help you with that.” It was less of a request and more of a demand. He knew that his younger brother was able to bandage his own wounds and that he might even insist. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try to help him. Kneeling down to his brother who was seated on the ground, he opened up the first aid kit and started getting out everything he’d need. The cut didn’t look deep enough for stitches, but it was long and would need a lot of bandaging. “Rough night as Robin?” He asked, flashing him a quick smile.
“That didn’t sound like a question.” He stated, though it was more an observation than a rejection of Grayson’s help. The man was too caring for his own good, and far too stubborn. Especially when it came to helping people. It wasn’t heroic, it was careless and yet--- it was also endearing in it’s strange quizzical manner. “It was adequate.” He answered curtly. The idea of telling Grayson how he got injured made him hesitant. It wasn’t information he actually asked for but it was clear he was fishing for it. Best skip to the point, no? “I left myself open.” He said. “It was my own fault.” He’d been hurdling civilians out of the way at the time, turned his back to the villains thought defeated and--- and he messed up. Damian could have gotten them killed. The thought made his fist clench.
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Colin Wilkes.
in that moment damian was the hardest to read. colin wondered what he wanted colin to say. he needed to know if being honest ruins what they have. “would that be bad?” he finally asked, knowing that he couldn’t back up from his statements. “i mean…” he cleared his throat, “i know i don’t have a lot, but, i wouldn’t let you doubt how i feel.”
“i don’t know,” it wasn’t something damian admitted with haste, even the multiple times it was very true. he wasn’t outward when he had a gap in his knowledge, but usually he kept his cool. now? he felt panicked. “i don’t- i’ve never...” no one’s ever looked at him like that. even having his first friend in jon and then colin had been mind boggling. he felt overwhelmed with the emotions, possibilities, fears. swallowing, damian spoke. “i need you to say it.” he needed to know exactly how colin felt, to hear the words and dissect them. maybe understanding colin’s feelings would help him understand his own.
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Eldroris Curry.
“I didn’t think Jon was going to come back and that happened in an instant. Things happen so fast and sometimes it’s hard to understand why.” she explained. Bad things happened in an instant and it always worried Dory what would happen next.
Damian nodded, complete understanding of the suddenish in which she felt. Dory had reunited with the man she loved, and Damian with his best friend. Different feelings but he understood where those feelings came from. “It is,” Damian agreed with a grimace. “Sometimes good, sometimes not.” It was never the same, that much is true. “How are you adjusting to New York?” He asked her.
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Colin Wilkes.
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the words… they had just came out - it was like his mouth and heart were in sync but his brain was not. deep down colin knew he loved damian. damian was the only one that ever saw him as a person. it was either a monster or a orphan. damian was the first to see colin as colin. he just never expected to actually say it.
what if he ruined them? their bond? and if he took it back damian was going to take it as something bad. after all the shit that that damian been through he never wants damian to doubt his love. romantic or platonic.
“dam,” he spoke quietly - rubbing the back of his neck, “can you not look at me when i open my heart out like that?” he teased, or at least tried to. he didn’t want it to be super serious if damian was scared to take it that way.
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“your--- your heart?” confusion squalled at his heart, flurried in his chest, emotion he had never encountered before flowed through him. damian didn’t know what to make of it, had never known it before. was this-- was that-- ?? he didn’t know what to make of it, how to feel. “colin,” he said, blinking and trying to keep his emotions at bay (he NEEDED to stay calm, despite how his heart was racing and his blood was pulsing and everything was so loud and so bright). “do you have feelings for me?” he felt a swallow in his chest, like someone was squeezing his very heart, burning it with their touch. “... romantic feelings?”
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Pamela Isley.
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A faint smile touched Pam’s lips, though she kept her eyes closed. “Ah, so Batman’s littlest Robin is coming to the ecoterrorist for help,” she said. She draped her arm across her eyes as though to block out the light. “I know about that,” she said. “What makes you think I wasn’t already going to do something about it?” She lifted her arm to glance at him, another smile touching her lips. “And what makes you think that I could possibly benefit from working with you? Believe it or not, I know what I’m doing, and my plans certainly don’t involve a reject for the broodiest boy band member.”
“Calling yourself an environmentalist is a far superior title then the inclusion of terrorist,” Damian didn’t see her as one, at least when the causes she was fighting for were ‘just’. It also depended on the casualty count, though he was a bit numb to the loss of not-so-good men. Death was probably more casual to him then it should have been, but alas. “I see, so my efforts weren’t needed.” He spoke simply though inwardly he felt relief for the fact she’d already been planning to interfere. “None.” Damian was a prideful young man but he knew in what area’s he was outclasses, this being one of them. He squinted his eyes at her insult, unplaused but not enjoying it nonetheless. “But I wanted something done about it. If not you...” He would have done something, he had no reason to interfere if Pam was on it already.
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@allmyarsenal asked:
“When I say I love you, it’s not because I want you, or because I can’t have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are. What you do. How you try.“
“Colin...” The words echoed in his head, his heart, trying to process what his friend was saying. Damian didn’t have normal experience, he never had a normal life, and in this moment he didn’t know if he was reading far too into things and changing their friendship in a way that it didn’t need to be changed or if Colin was saying--- was Colin saying that he--? “I-..” Damian was hardly someone lost for this words, but in this moment there was none. Only his eyes staring at his friend, trying to understand, trying not to RUIN them. If he assumed and Colin hadn’t meant it like that- then what? “I don’t know what to say.” He admitted, the truth.
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@allmyarsenal asked:
“I’ve seen your kindness, and your strength. I’ve seen the best and the worst of you, and I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are.”
His throat felt dry. It didn’t feel like praise, it was no insult, it--- it just was. And Damian didn’t know what to make of that. Grayson knew him better then Damian ever thought he could be known. He saw hope in Damian that Damian never had seen in his reflection. It was strange and something he hadn’t an idea how to feel about. Grateful? Should he thank him? What he was--- what was he? “Grayson- Dick... “ Damian didn’t let his walls down often, but Dick had a free pass that not even Father did. There were no walls that he couldn’t get past. “What... “ He was almost scared to ask. “What am I?”
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@dorycurry asked:
“No one asks for their life to change, not really, but it does.“
“Ideally for the better,” Damian responded, a distanced look in his eyes. “But... not always.” Life was far too uncertain for it to be always good, but sometimes the worst lead to the best. He wasn’t someone idealistic, but the idea of having hope in such a way. It sounded nice.
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Pamela Isley.
Pam lay on her back in the middle of the park, her hair fanned around her face, her arms folded serenely over her chest. She could feel the power of the Green around her, its rich serenity, its verdant power, and she was as close to content as she ever really was. So when a shadow fell across her face, obscuring the sensation of the sun on her skin, Pam scowled and opened her eyes. “What do you want?” she said. “It better be earth-shatteringly important.”
@assemblestarter
So. If (when?) his father found out about this, Damian would cite it as SLANDER. After all, he would never willingly help a villain further their own agenda. Never put civilian lives in danger. Even in those civilians were willfully destroying a beautiful piece disregarding all the thriving plants and animals who called it HOME. Actually, scratch that. This wasn’t slander, he would stand by this choice. If he had to be disowned then so be it. “Hammer Industries plans to destroy the Vorrey Forest. Many animals live there, as do plants and trees.” He stated like the factual statement it was. “I plan to divert their efforts. Your skills could be of us.” Will you help me?
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DAMIAN WAYNE
Best Buffy: the Vampire Slayer quotes {Sentence Starters}
“Be brave. Live. For me.”
“I love you. I don’t know if I trust you.“
“Gee, can you vague that up for me?“
“Without passion, we’d truly be dead.“
“God! What is your childhood trauma?“
“You’re not special. You’re extraordinary.”
“Alright, yeah, fine. You’re a nummy treat.“
“The hardest thing in this world… is to live in it.“
“Power. I have it. They don’t. This bothers them.“
“It looks quiet down there. It’s not. It’s deafening.”
“We do not joke about eating people in this house!“
“I’m the thing that monsters have nightmares about.“
“If you want to kill the world, well, then start with me.”
“Can we just skip it? Can you just be kissing me now?“
“But, if you’re too much of a coward for that, then burn.”
“No one asks for their life to change, not really, but it does.“
“You’re really campaigning for bitch of the year, aren’t you?”
“I laugh in the face of danger. Then I hide until it goes away.“
“I’ve seen honest faces… they usually come attached to liars.”
“I may be love’s bitch, but at least I’m man enough to admit it.”
“I think I was in heaven. And now I’m not. I was torn out of there.”
“This is the crack team that foils my every plan? I am deeply shamed.“
“I may be dead, but I’m still pretty. Which is more than I can say for you.“
“I’ve seen things you couldn’t imagine, and done things I prefer you didn’t.“
“You think you know who you are, what’s to come… you haven’t even begun.”
“You’re not friends. You’ll never be friends. You’ll be in love ’til it kills you both.“
“Love isn’t brains, children, it’s blood… blood screaming inside you to work it’s will.”
“Strong is fighting. It’s hard, and it’s painful, and it’s every day… and it’s what we have to do.”
“I’m standing on the mouth of hell, and it is going to swallow me whole… and it’ll choke on me.”
“Every single person down there is ignoring your pain, because they’re too busy with their own.”
“Everything here is hard, and bright, and violent. Everything I feel, everything I touch… This is hell.”
“It is always different! It’s always complicated. And at some point, someone has to draw the line and that is always going to be me!“
“I’ve seen your kindness, and your strength. I’ve seen the best and the worst of you, and I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are.”
“There’s just a body, and I don’t understand why she just can’t get back in it and not be dead…anymore! It’s stupid! It’s mortal and stupid!”
“When I say I love you, it’s not because I want you, or because I can’t have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are. What you do. How you try.“
“I want you to know I did save you. Not when it counted, of course, but after that. Every night after that. I’d see it all again, do something different. Faster or more clever, you know? Dozens of times, lots of different ways. Every night I’d save you.”
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