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âRobin?â No, he canât actually be Robin. Robin canât be here, because if Robinâs here then Batmanâs probably not far behind and she canât face him again. It was easy to be brave when sheâd just lit a building on fire with fireworks, it was completely different facing him in, say, the streets. But Robin? Robin she can face. Her jaw clenched, hands curling into fists at her side. She knew he couldnât be the Robin that had helped throw her mom in Arkham, but he was still a Robin. He still worked for Batman.
âYour brand of vigilantism should be illegal.â The vigilantism of Superman, Wonder Woman, almost all the rest of the League she could get behind. She could believe in those heroes. Batman? Batman threw people in Arkham and then acted like that was the only thing he could do. âThrowing people into Arkham instead of helping them isnât heroism, itâs just getting away with locking people up because youâre heroes.â She spat the word out, venom dripping from her lips. She wasnât sure where this anger came from, but she wasnât going to bite it back now. Not when there was a Robin right there, not when she could defend her mom against the people whoâd kept her locked away.
Her anger seemingly engulfed her. She had been wronged, Damian knew that much and he silently berated himself for not looking further into this girl when he had the chance. Besides the most superficial information available, Calamityâs daughter, he didnât know much about the girl before him, but he knew anger. He knew the suffocating way it clawed up his throat and clouded his judgement to the point where all he wanted to do was to beat someone down to an unrecognizable, barely breathing mess. He had been cruel and he had executed before. He feared that, if left unhinged, she could easily fall into a life of crime. He had Grayson to taper him way back then, and his father as well, but he was hesitant to believe either could help her. Or maybe he just didnât want to share.
âWhat would you have us do? Kill them? They need help. Arkham Asylum is the only place fitted with the necessary staff and equipment.â Even if there were more frequent breakouts than he was happy with. One breakout was too many. His shoulders fell as he let out a long drawn breath and held out a hand. âIâm Robin.â He tried this introduction thing again. âAnd I recently worked with a girl from your school, you may know her. Mia Mizoguchi? Is she well?â
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    Silently, she stood herself behind the boy, leaning over his shoulder to take a peek at his phoneâs screen. âOh, those cats are wonderful! I quite enjoy that large one who is eating all of your food. I can see he is having a joyous time. I wish to pet him as I believe he is most likely very much soft.â
Sometimes he wished one could pet the kitties, maybe they would make little purring noises as the screen was caressed or bat at the player when petting had concluded. She was right, however, Tubbs did look very soft. She was also annoyingly hovering. âMust you?âÂ
He closed the app and pocketed his phone. âAs riveting as your company is, alien, donât you have other Robins to bother? Former Robins.â
âNow thereâs the condescending Damian I know.â
Damian is wearing a reinvented Robin suit, separate from the one he stole from Tim in the attempt to prove that he is able to be under Batmanâs guidance. Last he heard, Damian is has been working hard at the task; perhaps Barbara is right, time is relative in this city. Dick didnât think this situation could get any weirder. This meeting is firm proof that his assumptions are usually wrong.
The harsh leer causes Dick to raise his hands in surrender, âEasy there, Damian, I was justââ
âWhat were you doing, Dick?â
He wanted to go home, and to him Alfred has always been home. Alfred had been more of a father than Bruce has ever been. Alfred fed him, clothed him, hugged him, scolded him, and tucked him in at night. The butler will never know how much Dick loved him.
âYeah, yeah youâre right, he doesnât deserve this, huh?â he looks away, rubbing the back of his neck, wishing he had never brought up Alfred. âNot long. Youâve been here longer than I have, do you have any information that would prove useful on our escape?â
Damian cringed, his fists clenched at his sides from under his cape and his jaw tightened. Slowly, inadvertently, Grayson was angering him. Why did he keep refusing him âRobinâ when it was the original Boy Wonder that had assured the younger that the R was firmly on his chest. Robin was his. He is Robin! âMust you continue to belittle me in such a manner? I have stated the obvious. I stand before you in a suit of my own! I have circumnavigated under the name Robin and fought alongside you!â
Yet he kept calling him by his name, even risking their very lives so recklessly. What was Grayson thinking? Was he thinking? A cold realization fell before Damian. Had he been so excited to see the man that he had failed to note the small but glaring differences?Â
âI had been here for months, I had gone home, to my death, to my resurrection and back here again. For months. Just Gordon and I. There is no way out.â He narrowed his eyes at the horrible circumstance before him. âDick.â
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    So she knew there were other superheroes in the city already. Sheâd even met Steve Rogers of all people. But this was a little different. Not only did he look middle eastern, which sheâd honestly never thought sheâd see outside of herself, but he wasâŚjust a kid.
    âHey, so youâre actually a superhero? I canât say Iâve actually ever seen or heard of you. But, hi, Iâm Ms. Marvel!â She extended a hand toward him in a friendly gesture. She figured it might be good to make friends with the other heroes here.
He stared at the offered hand for a moment, hesitant to take it. It wasnât often that he would meet other young heroes and end up getting along with them, but his odds were ever increasing with those independent from the Justice League or his brothersâ own pasts. Even if they did start off somewhat rocky. After a moment of internal debate, he finally succumbed and accepted her hand. âRobin.â He locked eyes with her, narrowing them and watching for any ill intent as he held her hand steady, grip almost iron-like.
âI find it curious that I have not yet heard of you, Ms. Marvel.â He all but snarled. This city had gathered all different kinds of people from all different kinds of worlds, so it wasnât such a far-fetched idea that he had fallen short of recognizing someone. There was just no way there was a Ms. Marvel file stored somewhere on the batcomputer. Damian would have found it. This girl was from elsewhere, he just had to figure out her intentions as they went along. Â âIâll be vigilant of your every move, remember that.â He sought her reaction, even this early, it could be a sign.

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The bright colors of the costume caught her attention, drawing her eyes away from the store window sheâd been looking into and to the boy behind her. Her lips pressed into a thin line, jaw clenching. The kid was dressed up like Robin. While most of her hatred went to Batman, Robin had earned some of it too. After all, it had been the first Robin whoâd helped throw her mom into Arkham.
She crossed her arms over her chest, staring at the boy. âDressing up as Robin is illegal.â Not here, but she was going to ignore that. She was also going to ignore how his costume was way better made than the costumes of the We Are Robin movement kids. There was no way this could be the real Robin, because if the real Robin was here then there was a big chance that Batman was too.
 Just when he was about to call it a night, Damian spotted the all too familiar Gotham Academy uniform. During his brief visit to the institute, he had met one of the students there ( had been stuck to was a more fitting description ) and they had even solved a case together, but ever since then he hadnât really been in Gotham, let alone had time to check on his... friend... He was sure this girl and Mizoguchi were acquaintances at least, and had thought to ask her about the girl, maybe escort her home if needed while she filled him in. After all, this city wasnât for children to be wandering about all alone at night, but before he could speak, she did. Damian scoffed at her silly statement.
âYou speak as if vigilantism had ever been legal.â Maybe it was Gotham, but he doubted many criminals were invited onto cases by the commissioner himself. It was still illegal, however âI am Robin, child, it would do you well to check your facts before you decide to speak again.â
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There was one person from his so called âfamilyâ that he could tolerate the most in that city, and he didnât get the chance to properly see him. They had a brief chat the first time he ended up there, but Jason wasnât known to be sociable. Besides, with Bruce there, apparently, he doubted that he could bump into the kid without seeing Bruce as well.
And yet he did, one of the nights that he was out for his normal patrols, he saw the younger Bat family member on one of the âbusyâ rooftops, looking down a dark alley. Seriously, all of them were too predictable, it was so easy to figure out where they would patrol next.
He approached him, not really the one to greet him and ask how he was doing.
âHey, kidâ, he called, getting his attention. âIâm getting pizzaâ, he continued, not actually making the offer to come with him but hinting on it.
Damian asked few questions, which was why Jason found it way easier to deal with. Then again, Jason himself didnât want to be asked anything about his time with Talia; it would have made all conversation sound awkward from that point onwards.
It had already been a long enough night. Being in the city for this long had made him somewhat independent, even with his father in town, Damian still had his own accommodations, and although he had been eager to return to the Batman and Robin dynamic, he doubted it would ever be the same. Even before being brought here, Damian had been doing his own thing. And now... He heard him, quiet but distinct. Todd.
âMust have a good reason to approach me, Todd.â He let his voice hang bored and flat, but somewhat oddly inviting, if one knew what to look for. Part of him was glad to see the Red Hood again, he doubted he could talk to his father or any of the other bat family like he could with Todd, ask what he needed to know. A large part of him felt glad to see him back, if only for this purpose, but an even bigger part of him felt guilty for reasons he had previously tormented the man about. All these months and Damian had no way of getting home.
The manâs pizza announcement however, brought a hint of smile to the kidâs face. He leaped from his perch, stuck the landing, and rushed after him. Had he been here long? What was his angle? Damian eyed him from from his peripheral. âWell?â
To: The Littlest Wayne From: Babs
[txt] and there we finally have the true reason
[txt] fine iâll get dressed and go over
[txt] to eat sushiâŚ
[txt] at like 3 in the morningâŚ
[txt] but you know you owe me now right
[txt] also shut up ive had plenty of sushi before damian
[txt] its waaaay too early for your classist snobbery
To: Gordon, B From: The Blood Son
[txt] I did not realize you would be so easily susceptible to suggestion at 3 in the morning. [txt] Or is it just sleep deprivation in general?
[txt] What time did you fall asleep? [txt] Will your trip out fare favorably? [txt] I wouldnât advice you come out if you are sleep depriveted or drunk, Gordon. [txt] Your father is a cop, he raised you better. I assume.
Damian is quick to halt his velocity, adjusting his posture to settle the kinetic energy. It seems to him that heâs been honing his skills. Heâs now curious on how well the young lad could handle himself in a fight, or go blindfolded on speeding train.
âAdd Two-Face and itâll be like home.â
The cozy sensation dissipates soon as Damian comes charging at him. He lifts his brows and instinctively adjusts his legs to prepare to hold the boyâs weight. Damian throwing himself into his arms is the last thing heâd expect to happen in his life time. Regardless, he accepts the hug and latches his arms around him as well.Â
âDonât tell me this city broke you.â
âWho are you and what have you done with the real Damian.â
Dick only allows the embrace to go on for so long. Heâs fully aware the other male isnât one to give affection often and sooner rather than later deny the affection. He releases Damian from his grasp and settles him down onto the ground.Â
"Kept you waiting, huh?â as if it was his plan to get stuck in here, âplease tell me Alfredâs here too, Iâve been craving his mini sandwiches.â
After all these months, it was good to see his brother, nevermind that he didnât quiet match up with what he had looked like last time Damian saw him. That didnât matter at all, he gripped him close as if heâd disappear as soon as he let him go, but the time to release him came, and Damian hid his disappointment as best he could.
âAs always, you cannot comprehend the situation and have defaulted to inane accusations. I am Robin.â  He scoffed. âNice slip up, by the way, havenât you been doing this long enough to curb that tongue?â Regardless, it was nice to see him, to stand next to him again, even if he couldnât help but spout some nonsense now and again.Â
At Alfred mention, he narrowed his eyes. âI wouldnât say things like that.â He whispered in a menacing hush. Countless times, Damian had silently asked to see his father or brothers again, any of them, and now, like some dark God had thought it hilarious, they all began appearing, one after the last. âI wouldnât wish this on him. How long have you been here, anyway?â
Her eyes widened at the stance- she knew it, pearl was one to stick it to the books- looking left and right before following his eyes to the target. Was it her? A little wave of panic engulfed her as he began to run towards her. She didnât know how to use this sword, and it certainly wasnât going to help her now.
So she just hopped over him, heel kicking off of his back in an attempt to push him away.
âWhat was that for?!â She exclaimed once sheâd reached the ground. That was awfully rude, but she really couldnât say that she didnât see it coming.
It was good that she was able to recognize his form, it meant her training wasnât as lacking as he had initially thought, but evasion could only serve its purpose for so long. Damian crouched low, spun and held his sword steady, aiming for her ankles, and stopping just short of the strike. How his mother would have been disappointed in him.
âYou have to be ready to defend yourself. I have been witness to some of the most deplorable acts within this city.â He slowly stood back up. âThere are those that would see you injured. Donât allow it.â He twirled his sword again before sheathing it.Â

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âYou help people. Thatâs who you are.â
MARVELâS JESSICA JONES sentence meme
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âI only do what I need to make up for past mistakes. Itâs about redemption, Gordon, years of bloodshed and pain that I will never be able to distance myself from any more than I can detach the Al Ghul lineage from my own genotype.â
âYou help people. Thatâs who you are.â
âOf course I help people. Regardless of their irritating habits of getting into their own trouble, I- We are here to make sure they get home safe.â
MARVELâS JESSICA JONES sentence meme. or, send  Ⳡ for a random sentence that my muse will say to yours.Â
âI usually like a little more romancing.â
âWould you put day drinking under âExperienceâ or âSpecial Skillsâ?â
âIâm scared for you.â
âIâve been asking the impossible of you, I see that now.â
âNow, that sounded like flirting to me.â
âDonât⌠have feelings, okay?â
âHey, last night was fun, but that doesnât mean I want your opinion.â
âAgain, I donât flirt, I just say what I want.â
âYes, you are a paragon of mental health.â
âIâm tired of missing you.â
âYou think you can take your shit and dump it one me? You donât get to do that. So you take your goddamned pain, and you live with it, asshole!â
âKnowing itâs real means youâve got to make a decision. One, keep denying it. Or two, do something about it.â
âWe get it, youâre a real gift to humanity.â
âYou still get points for doing good.â
âI want you to know, I forgive you for everything. Iâll say it every day. For as long as you need to hear it.â
âIf this is a booty call, I like your chances.â
âGod damn you. Just had to be a hero, didnât you?â
âYou are a hard-drinking, short-fused, mess of a person. But you are not a piece of shit.â
âWhen you wake up, I wonât be around to screw up your life anymore.â
âI donât get asked on a lot of second dates.â
âI canât risk you.â
âYouâve been keeping tabs on me?â
âYou shoot at me, Iâll pull the bullet out of my ruined jacket and shove it up your ass with my pinky finger, and who do you think thatâs going to hurt more?â
âDonât apologize. I donât want that from you.â
âI was never the hero that you wanted me to be.â
âYouâre exactly the hero I wanted you to be.â
âI donât give a bag of dicks about what kinky shit youâre into, just be into it quietly.â
âItâs people like you that give people like you a bad name.â
âI let you fight my battles for too long.â
âThe way I see it, most people go both good and bad going on. Just depends on which part wins that day.â
âThey say that talking about a trauma⌠that it helps.â
âYou help people. Thatâs who you are.â
âI thought about you. I knew it wouldnât happen. I couldnât help it. Picturing us.â
âYouâre the first person I ever pictured a future with.â
âThey say everyoneâs born a hero. But if you let it, life will push you over the line until youâre the villain.â
âIâm life threatening. Steer clear of me. Please.â
âYouâve never loved anyone. Youâre not even capable of it.â
âI hate feeling this way, I donât know how you handle it.â
âDo what youâve got to do.â
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âRobin?â
The quick glimpse of the black and yellow fluttering cape above head rouses his attention. There is zero hesitation as Nightwing scurries to chase after the figure. His limitless knowledge of acrobatics made it simple for him to climb up the crevice of two buildings and on to the roofs. From this distance he sees the âboy wonderâ and for a moment, Dick feels his heart skip a beat. However, judging by the hair style, shoulder length, and height, Dick knew it wasnât Tim.
His legs pump furiously, eliminating the distance between he and the Robin at a surprisingly rate.
âBe proud, Wally.â
It takes a few seconds to gain the momentum to be at an ear distance.Â
âRobin!â he shouts, his voice expressing his excitement. The pause in between each cry exhibits his hesitance with the other Robin, although. âTrying to outmatch the Flash? Put on the brakes for a second, letâs talk!â
Battle worn boots hit rooftops as Damian runs through the cool night. He didn't have any particular destination, nor did he plan for any particular encounter. In fact, Damian felt like moving more than engaging in battle. He needed to fully stretch, to exhaust his muscles in a way he hadn't in a long time. He ignored the burning in his legs as ran further into the surrounding darkness.
He broke out of his thoughts then, sure he had heard. That was impossible, wasn't it? Just a trick of the wind and his own lonely imagination. Then he heard it again, clearer this time, and distinctively Grayson.
It could be a trick. He stopped regardless and turned to face the origin of what could potentially be a nasty trap. He had a few choice words, meant to shake up whoever was planning this, but his voice caught as he saw him. There was no mistaking him, and there were things that were so inherently Grayson that no one could ever emulate.
âGray-â He bit his tongue, the word almost choking him as he darted back on jellied legs and burning lungs. âNightwing!â He leaped back over an alleyway, a combination of euphoria and exhaustion costing him his form as he tumbled onto the rooftop, regained his footing and throw his arms around the man.

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She listened intently, taking note of all that he said for future reference, though she knew that sheâd have to consult a book or ask further to really get it into her head. Watching him, Connie placed a hand on her chin in thought, humming as she did so.
âIâve only learned with blunt metal and then moved on to the real thing, so I didnât know. I always have one with me, so I didnât really feel the need to analyze a wodden sword.â She responded, nose scrunching together as her ears caught the word âsimpleâ, unsure if he was mocking her.
"Consider yourself lucky, if ill prepared. There are not many that would initiate a student with blunt metal." Damian rolled his wrist and spun his sword around his hand, clearly showing off, before gripping it again and dropping into a stance. He held the sword out in front to of himself and pointed it at the girl in definite challenge. "Combat is similar, but the weapon weight has obviously altered as you too must alter your balance."
"Your enemies will not hesitate to end you, remember that." There was no further warning. Damian rushed forward, sword already in motion and aimed at her diaphragm.
   Bright colours were what first caught her attention, although it wasnât long before she noted the behaviour of the person wearing them. Surely this was a trick of her mindâthe sight of one vaguely familiar bird boy performing his usual tricks on rooftops.
Still, she felt inclined to say hello to the sidekick. âIsnât PARKOUR out of style by now?â
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âYouâre talking about style?â Damian scoffed and crossed his arms. He wasn't surprised to find the likes of her here, he knew the ways of the city's scientists meant that anyone could show up. Regardless, he remained on the rooftop, preferring to maintain the advantage higher ground offers. " I had initially mistaken you for a pile of mulch."