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OMFG THAT’S WHAT ROSIE SAID TOO

They wake up and Alfred is just like, carrying in one hundred cases of soup

Damian: I hate this disgusting flavor! Are they insulting me by sending me more?! Did those fools not read my letter?! 

Damian sending a letter to the soup company that creates the soup Tim made for him. The letter consists of the following: “Your soup is foul!”  “Your noodles are pathetic wastes of flour!”  “No citizen pays for soup that is 82.54% sodium!” “And you advertise falsely as healthy!”

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Damian sending a letter to the soup company that creates the soup Tim made for him. The letter consists of the following: “Your soup is foul!”  “Your noodles are pathetic wastes of flour!”  “No citizen pays for soup that is 82.54% sodium!” “And you advertise falsely as healthy!”

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“You are making a prejudiced assumption that I require help due to my size. I will have you know that I am more than capable of defending myself.” Helplessness had been long beaten out of him with master after master. His current family didn’t keep a gentle regimen either, which meant Damian was often beyond expectations--normal ones at least.

Still, when the goggles were pushed up, he squinted behind his own lenses. He didn’t recognize the face but there was something quite off about the whole thing. Damian pursed his lips.

“And have you ever considered that maybe, I have no intention of returning home?”

Jason leans away from the snapping fingers, the frown on his face quickly pulling in to a scowl. What is this kid’s problem? He’s just trying to help, and all he’s getting is attitude. 

“Look, if you’re running from something, I can help you.” He takes a risk, pushes his goggles up out of the way, showing his face. Sometimes, it’s more intimidating if he’s hiding behind them, and Jason wants to make the kid feel safe, not freak him out. 

He’s not Batman. He doesn’t hide behind fear. 

“I don’t need your home address. I can get you to a bus stop, pay your way, or the subway. Being out here, dressed like Robin, it’s not safe. You have no idea the kind of bad people that’ll see that and hurt you, even though they know you aren’t the real Robin. They won’t care.”

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⎡If that is meant to be a     nice gesture, allow me     to point out how I do not     care.⎦

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“Some of us actually understand the need to verbalize against inappropriate decisions.” The rest of the soup, now cold, is quietly swallowed before Damian shoved the bowl and the spoon at Tim--daring him to say anything. 

“Take out. Now.” 

“You are a hindrance to proper meals, Drake. I hope you take pride in it.” A sniff and then Damian finally began to drink the soup. His expressions, however, were completely unfiltered.

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⎡The added weight to the couch has Damian     scrambling to resettle himself into the previous     comfort he had before Dick joined him.⎦

   Grayson!        What are you doing?

        ❛ Hey. Sometimes old stuff can be good.           Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it —– ❜

  And he can TELL Damian wants to try it. Poor   kid can’t even give himself enough slack to   watch a damn cartoon. So Dick drops down   by his side and tries to FORCE him to.

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   My point duly proven. If you watched this in    your youth, what use is it for children now?    It’s ancient. 

⎡Never mind the fact that Damian keeps glancing    at it from the corners of his eyes.⎦

    The next cartoon that pops on the screen from Damian’s      irritated channel change is FAMILIAR, and Dick makes      a soft noise in its defense.

❛ Oh, no, THIS one? I used to watch this. ❜  

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                          ❝What do we look like, homicidal maniacs?❞ 

                            ⎡ Don’t patronize me ⎦                                                                        ↖︎ Or ↘︎                                                                                    « I’ll ❮break❯ your face »

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“You are a hindrance to proper meals, Drake. I hope you take pride in it.” A sniff and then Damian finally began to drink the soup. His expressions, however, were completely unfiltered.

A sneer nearly made its way out when Damian got a returning jab. He grunted, eyes narrowing immediately, and began to brandish his spoon at Tim. “Between your lack of proper diet and Grayson’s obsession with cereal, I wouldn’t be surprised if the restrictions we had on things were because of the two of you!”

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        As if Father would ever allow you to do so.  

⎡Not only did they barely have good standings, Damian had no doubts that he would be the final straw to break that particular camel’s back. If Dick wanted a proper kick, that was what Damian was going to give him--without holding back, of course.⎦

        -Tt-!

⎡The next movement he acted out was smoother, the boy taking a deep breath to calm himself before pushing forward with his feet, the curve of his leg graceful.⎦ 

          If there’s anything that you need to do           it’s learn patience! 

[The next kick was almost there, and Dick knew he could do it– but when aggression took hold, Dick knew better than anyone that you can either do poorly and endanger yourself, or do poorly and endanger others.]

          Come one. One solid hit and we’re done.           I’ll send you right to Green Arrow to learn           this if I have to.

[Since, of course, patience was the first thing GA taught Roy when he was still a hot headed brat.]

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⎡I want a Jurassic World AU where Damian is a raptor just because--⎦

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He can’t quite tell if the man is out of his mind or simply finding Damian as the easiest source for pity for the night. A piece of Damian finds the latter option for insulting but either possibility was more than enough to ruffle his feathers. Teeth grinding, jaw clenched, the boy snaps his fingers at the side of the crouching man’s ears.

“Are you deaf? I believe I clearly stated that I am not lost. If I had been lost, any idiot with half a brain cell would go to a police station!” 

And another thing that Damian found himself considering is the man’s attitude. He purses his lips. 

“What makes you think a child would tell you their home address anyways?”

Bruce had always been the type to be overprotective in his own way. Every so often, Damian would find himself facing a rather short but intense chiding about his lack of care or finesse over the dark and dangerous; never mind the fact that Damian was far more dangerous than the many rogues they face on a daily schedule.

But like any other child, a trait he had (though he would rather chew on the edges of glass than admit) was running off to both cool down and to sulk by himself. Any place far enough from home would be good enough. The small square of a billowing chimney. The end of an alley, half hidden by dumpsters and rats. Tonight is an empty road with all the doors closed and the windows latched down with padlocks. 

It had been quiet enough, calming enough–until Damian feels a hand rest on his shoulder and looking up proves that he is indeed not alone. A scowl darkens his half hidden complexion almost immediately and the boy smacks the hand over as if the touch itself is offensive. 

“Excuse me?” He spits out the words and steps forward once, pushing into the small space between the other person and himself. “I am not lost!” 

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   . . You look adequate. 

⎡He tugged at the costume, smoothing out the wrinkles before stepping back. Their aliases and costumes would get them through the entrance and lines of bodyguards that the “meet up” usually had. Whether or not they managed to get in further enough will depend on how many people they don’t speak to and the right words said--something Damian knows is easier said than done when they were both still clearly, children.⎦

   Remember, Wilkes. We are only going to see how far we can get in and what they’re doing. If I call it off, we are leaving.  

Get in the costume? Conveniently, Colin was already in the process of doing so as it was said. He wouldn’t admit to calling this as playing dress up, but he was quite enjoying himself so far. Once completely dressed in his disguise, he’d turn to Damian, arms wide. “What do you think?”

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⎡He crunched on the chips, gloved hands    shifting as quietly as possible into the plastic    bag of cheetos.⎦

 Who is that? 

 [He pointed an red tipped finger at the screen.]   

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⎡He perched on the very edge of the rooftop,    boots crushing both the garbage littered from    higher rising buildings and broken tile pieces.⎦

   This is not necessary.                                              . . .Is it?

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(Batman Reborn) Batman and Robin #22 

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⎡To be truthful, Damian himself didn’t quite understand the     meaning of the words he uttered either. It was simply a recall     of a threat verbatim. The person, of course, was actually from     Dick who had been quite pouty at the time. 

    Then again, Damian did eat all the cereal that one time and it      had been too late to go out to buy more. ⎦

 Tt.  I’ve been told that the act of stepping on a lego is terribly painful.   If you are so unsure, why don’t you try it?