Compassion is no Substitute for Justice

“You don’t understand… Damian Wayne will always become batman. ”

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when he is painted

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when were you going to tell me?

you can’t keep doing this to yourself.

that’s…a lot of blood.

can you walk?

please don’t lie to me.

you were supposed to leave.

i’m not going anywhere without you.

shh, it’s okay. it was just a dream.

there was nothing more you could have done.

it wasn’t your fault.

this is all my fault.

you aren’t acting like yourself.

i’m never going to let [her/him/them] hurt you again.

you’re hurting me.

don’t ever do that again.

go to hell.

please don’t cry.

you have to stay awake.

i wish i could take the pain away.

you could have died.

hey – stay with me.

it’ll be over soon.

did you ever love me?

i’m sorry. i can’t do this anymore.

things won’t always hurt this bad.

you passed out.

how much have you had?

i’m okay. it’s all fine.

it’s not okay! you’re not fine!

let me get you something for the pain.

it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise.

it’s clearly not nothing.

have you been to the doctor?

i didn’t mean the things i said.

i thought we meant something.

people who are okay don’t act like this.

you don’t have to go through this by yourself.

i don’t want you to be alone.

please don’t regret me.

i heard you crying.

you need to get some rest.

when was the last time you ate something?

i’m worried about you.

did you have another nightmare?

[name], there’s nobody there.

i want to be happy but i don’t think i deserve it.

please talk to me.

why are you mad at me?

alcohol isn’t going to solve your problems.

don’t leave me.

did you do this to yourself?

it’s breaking my heart to see you like this.

tell me what’s wrong.

tell me how to make it better.

why don’t you care?

get the hell away from me.

please don’t do this.

i can’t believe that you lied to me.

just…stay for the night.

you obviously can’t be trusted to take care of yourself, so let me do it for you.

you can’t die. i won’t let you.

just hang on, okay?

hold my hand if you need to.

i’m sorry.

why do you have a gun?

don’t panic.

just breathe.

you’re bleeding.

i’m trying to stop the bleeding.

you’ve been crying, i can tell.

you should have told me sooner.

i wanted to tell you in person.

a phone call would’ve been nice.

i hate you.

> >     irey’s eyes snapped over, face partially obstructed by the shirt she was wiping it with. she’d just finished a bout with other heroes and sweat had accumulated on her forehead. if it weren’t for the boys in their tower, she would’ve taken the whole shirt off hours ago and enjoyed the air conditioning, sprawled on the couch in her sports bra.

     “hmm,” she vocalized, exhaling and peeking over at him as her damp shirt was released, falling back over her stomach. “lemme guess, your dad wanted you to show up with a date this time? and i’m the only one who can put up with you?”

     she had a shit eating grin on, her voice dripping with teasing undertones. she came over to him, draping herself over the couch. palms faced up in a sign of peace, to prove she meant no malice.

“Actually Alfred suggested my evening may benefit from more like-minded company, as he does every time we host an event.” He admitted, clearing his throat awkwardly, “He did make a good point though. I may have an easier time dissuading the ravenous hoards of socialites that frequent these events if I already have an attractive companion.”

He did not comment on her being the only one who would put up with him, though she was probably right. Lian was likely the only other who would have agreed to go, but would have quickly abandoned him for the campaign pyramid and the aforementioned herd of pretty girls.