"I filled out all the paperwork," he mutters with a roll of his eyes, tugging off each of his gauntlets in turn, and shoving them under one arm as he stalks towards the sofa his father's made his perch. Staring at the empty spot for a moment, Damian scoffs.
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Date: 2011-11-23 06:05 am (UTC)"And I built that sofa."