⏾⋆.˚ —— 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐀𝐍.

𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝟏𝟎𝟎% 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.ᐟ

𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧.ᐟ.ᐟ

ﾒ𝟶ﾒ𝟶 ~ 𝓗𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓮𝔂 𝓠𝓾𝓲𝓷𝓷

♡/⟳

I'll forgive your ignorance.

My situation is unique to this world, I wouldn't expect you to understand that being as you're not my Diana.

And these days, I'm debating if that's a good thing.

That's to say they're family is any universe.

"Are you a fucking child? Get over yourself, this is the real world. If you can't handle something as basic as that then you reek of incompetence and naivety."

"I want nothing to do with you."

"Great. Now fuck off."

"Who the fuck are you?"

I will not face the Bat.

This world is not mine. That "family" is not mine.

"Family...barely carries its meaning anymore."

"While the rest make merry and stuff their faces, I have a job to do.."

"But you're paying. Not like I'd be able to anyway."

He still found it difficult to look his brother in the eyes, a flash of images flooding his mind -- Dick's lifeless body lying still on the ground.

He tried to shake them, drawing in a breath in urgency to settle nerves.

"Fine..." ++

"That day...with .. with Dick. I could see it in his eyes, all his anger, his grief. That I was just everything he feared I would be..."

"He gave up on me. My father hated me..." He turned his gaze back towards Jon.

"I never hated him..I still don't. Only myself.."

"...When I looked at my father I could see it in his eyes..the fear, the worry that I was beyond his teachings. He wanted to show me compassion..to -- to live. He wanted me to learn to live and.."

"I thought maybe I had--" ++

"Like you were everything. One look at someone he didn't even know and he took you for his son.. He still doesn't look at me like that." He added in, softer, the realization crossing his features where his brows knit together, concentrating on a single spot on the wall.

"It never was like that."++

A flinch at first, a instinctual reaction where his body readied itself for combat just from the mere touch.

Yet he eased, tension faltering & Damian -- remaining still now would speak.

"You came to me world this -- stranger. Bearing Superman's name, his symbol and he looked at you like.." ++

// I like to log on to this account, hurt myself, and then go say awful things on my other accounts to feel better 🙂‍↕️

"If I had means to stay...Would you have still allowed me to follow at your side after all I've done?

"....Would you still?"

"Can you even bear to look me in the eyes and call me son? Did you mean to lose us both that day?"

......Wipe your -- Ugh.

[ He's pulling a tissue from the pack, using it to wipe the boy's nose for him. ]

....من سيجاك

"Being Nightwing..to honor the brother I killed. To carry on his work, his legacy...But I don't come close."

Tugging off his gloves to look at rough, scarred hands, palms turned upwards.

"The blood on these hands....Was it righteous or an excuse..?"

"I don't like who I am. Who I've turned into..." He'd finally blurt out, fists balling in his lap.

"Some pawn of Superman, of the regime's... I don't - I don't know what I'm even fighting for anymore.. For justice? Or for a means to hurt my father like he hurt me?" ++

There was clear apprehension from Damian in the way he hesitated to answer, teeth grit together while he'd look anywhere but at Jon.

How could someone so easily express the way he'd been feeling? To let those walla down & be honest about all that's haunted him. ++

// ragebaited spooky and god punished me by making me throw up

Despite everything -- There were some things that remained the same...

He's busy reading...

// it will be me 🙂‍↕️