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[damianfuckingstark]

[He couldn't help a raise of his brows, the grin still in place, though it was slowly changing into something else--still playful, but in a different sense.]

A kitten? Am I? Ah, if that's the case, then I must admit, you're quite skilled at making this kitten purr.

They are. Though are they as good as me?

[He leaned close, a playful grin on his lips.]

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They are. Though are they as good as me?

[He leaned close, a playful grin on his lips.]

They certainly do.  They’re good cats.

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[He almost made a smartass comment, but he kept it to himself.]

Yes well, you love them and they love you.

What can I say? Sometimes I forget, in the heat of the moment.

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You didn't.

[damianfuckingstark]

Come into my ask box and tell me what sort of lover you think my muse is.

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[When Dick turned away, there was a moment when Damian's guard dropped and a genuinely affectionate look crossed his face. However, it disappeared as quickly as it appeared, covered instead by the smug expression.]

You have to make sure you can take what you deal out. One of Father's many lessons, remember?

[He didn’t retaliate at the push, smirking instead as he stumbled back a step.]

Ah, not so pleasant when the tables are turned, hm?

[damianfuckingstark]

What can I say? Sometimes I forget, in the heat of the moment.

Next time remember to shut the door.

[damianfuckingstark]

[He didn't retaliate at the push, smirking instead as he stumbled back a step.]

Ah, not so pleasant when the tables are turned, hm?

[And a little part of the boy-scout-in-an-adult-man’s-body dies a little. He pushes Damian in surprise, nudging his head.]

    —Heyheyhey, nooo. No.

Inappropriate.

[damianfuckingstark]

There is nothing creepier than looking up in the middle and having a pair of glowing cat eyes watching from the dresser.

Well Persephone will have to find a new perch. As for your work, well, I’ll do my best not to wrinkle the pages too badly.

[damianfuckingstark]

[Oh. Is that how it's going to be? His eyes narrowed at that, leaning in close to whisper--]

I've had my hand in Jonathan's hair as I watched him suck me off.

[You might be bark and no bite Dick, but we all know that isn't true of Damian, and he certainly doesn't hold his punches.]

Ah, never fails to disappoint me.

Still, you concede defeat. Now as for Todd…

[damianfuckingstark]

Well Persephone will have to find a new perch. As for your work, well, I'll do my best not to wrinkle the pages too badly.

Oh? Perhaps I should join you. I do so love your office.

Your desk in particular.

[damianfuckingstark]

[He held his hands up]

Okay, this just went into disturbing territory.

And probably sag, like some sad old shopping bag.

[damianfuckingstark]

Ah, never fails to disappoint me.

Still, you concede defeat. Now as for Todd...

Cowaaaaard.

[damianfuckingstark]

And probably sag, like some sad old shopping bag.

More like they’ll be let down.

Oh. Oh god, yeah, that was bile. Bile rising, can’t stop it. [gags]

[damianfuckingstark]

Oh? Perhaps I should join you. I do so love your office.

Your desk in particular.

What? I just wanted my sweet, sweet revenge. I haven’t even gotten to the good parts yet.

[damianfuckingstark]

More like they'll be let down.

Oh. Oh god, yeah, that was bile. Bile rising, can't stop it. [gags]

Flattering yourself in that department lends credit to my belief that there is, indeed, nothing there for you.

I didn’t want to anyway.

[damianfuckingstark]

Cowaaaaard.