Damian has been of two minds about Bruce's return ever since he learned of its possibility, even back home. Here is no different. There's no other Robins to take his place instead, no one more deserving of the title than he, but still there is the fear that he'll be robbed of what he feels belongs to him and him alone.
"Robin," he says. A correction, and a deliberate one. He jumps down to land in front of Batman, his movements economical. (He doesn't need to show off. He knows he's good.) Carefully, he notes all the differences between his father's cowl and Grayson's. The weight of the cape, the set of his shoulders, the grim line of his mouth. He's taller than Grayson, and broader. This is not a man who smiles easily.
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Date: 2011-11-09 09:18 am (UTC)"Robin," he says. A correction, and a deliberate one. He jumps down to land in front of Batman, his movements economical. (He doesn't need to show off. He knows he's good.) Carefully, he notes all the differences between his father's cowl and Grayson's. The weight of the cape, the set of his shoulders, the grim line of his mouth. He's taller than Grayson, and broader. This is not a man who smiles easily.
(Like father, like son.)
"They say there's no way out of here."