I'll forgive your ignorance. My situation is unique to this world, I wouldn't expect you to understand that being as you're not my Diana. And these days, I'm debating if that's a good thing.

That's to say they're family is any universe.

I will not face the Bat. This world is not mine. That "family" is not mine.

"Family...barely carries its meaning anymore." "While the rest make merry and stuff their faces, I have a job to do.."

He still found it difficult to look his brother in the eyes, a flash of images flooding his mind -- Dick's lifeless body lying still on the ground. He tried to shake them, drawing in a breath in urgency to settle nerves. "Fine..." ++

A flinch at first, a instinctual reaction where his body readied itself for combat just from the mere touch. Yet he eased, tension faltering & Damian -- remaining still now would speak. "You came to me world this -- stranger. Bearing Superman's name, his symbol and he looked at you like.." ++

// I like to log on to this account, hurt myself, and then go say awful things on my other accounts to feel better 🙂‍↕️

"If I had means to stay...Would you have still allowed me to follow at your side after all I've done? "....Would you still?" "Can you even bear to look me in the eyes and call me son? Did you mean to lose us both that day?"

......Wipe your -- Ugh. [ He's pulling a tissue from the pack, using it to wipe the boy's nose for him. ] ....من سيجاك

There was clear apprehension from Damian in the way he hesitated to answer, teeth grit together while he'd look anywhere but at Jon. How could someone so easily express the way he'd been feeling? To let those walla down & be honest about all that's haunted him. ++

// ragebaited spooky and god punished me by making me throw up

Despite everything -- There were some things that remained the same... He's busy reading...

// it will be me 🙂‍↕️

Damian would pull back from the hug, his arm swiping away his tears while he'd sniffle. "Damn it, Grayson..." He muttered between a wavering voice, attempting to ease himself & prevent further tears. "I hate this...I hate feeling like this. Like everything I've done has been...wrong." ++

[ Slaps a pack of tissues on his head. ] tt...

Perching himself atop a building, overlooking the city of Gotham -- still teeming with life even throughout the night. He'd watch the busy streets, his breath visible in the night's cool air. "What am I doing anymore...?"

Damian instantly crumbled within his brother's embrace, letting out that built up grief he's held within him for years in a mess of wailing sobs. Fingers clenching tight at Dick's back, grasping onto him as though he'd vanish if he were to let him go. ++

"Fuck.."

Damian wasn't heartless, nor were he cruel. He was not solely some demon who carried the blood of Ra's al Ghul-- he was a boy once, now many years ago. A boy who had lost & been lost, now desperate to find his place in a world where everything was against him. ++

"I wish you would have.." The word left his lips far too quick for him to think about, almost holding his breath in the hope Jon didn't hear. But he knew there was no way a Kryptonian wouldn't pick up on it -- causing Damian to curse beneath his breath. ++

"Why?" He spoke, a hint of anger to his voice as he'd demand an answer from the man -- from his brother. He still wasn't able to lift his head to look at him, feeling that he was undeserving of that privilege. "I'm not your Damian.." ++

"I'm not going to make you stupid promises.." His uttered, his voice just barely above a whisper opting to ignore the fruit snacks, but he took the water into his hand carefully. Giving it a sniff & a taste test -- his trust not fully there yet, but after his assessment, he'd take a sip. ++

To look into the eyes of his brother, knowing the guilt he carried with him throughout the years, it felt like a sin to even consider. Shifting his body away, his sights averting from the man no matter how desperate he had been to see him if only once more. The real Dick Grayson. ++

Sitting up too fast had his head rushing, his palm pressed to one side to stable himself. "Why did you bring me here..?" He groaned out through his pain, hazy vision focusing on the other until he were steady in his view. "....tt." ++

He didn't dare look from where he sat, his eyes trained solely on the ground at his feet. The mere sound of his voice alone made his heart sink to the pit of his stomach, swallowing down the lump in his throat. "There's nothing to talk about." He said plainly, shifting away from him. ++

The surge of power was quick to remder him unconscious, all his anger fizzling out as the world around him turned dark -- the last thing he saw, the blurred face of the hero. There he would lie still in his arms as he carried off to the farmhouse. ++

𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘎𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘱. 𝘍𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨? The words echoed in his mind, scruitinizing his every move; sloppy & pathetic as though he'd never fought a day in his life & suffering the coming blows of his chosen opponent. Jon, the boy he never got to know. ++

Damian came crashing into a building's side the moment Jon had thrown him with practiced ease, leaving him coated in debris. Yet, he'd persist, emerging from the rubble to find his footing. "I want you to fight me like a damn man. Quit pussying out, Kent!"

// wonder which muse wont survive for christmas Besides Roy.

"Let's talk? Talk about what? That we're best friends and you know me so damn well?" Damian glanced towards his fist, bloodied from the impact of the blow, & full of newfound power. His better judgment was clouded by grief & years of accumulated hurt, finding no other outlet for release. ++

// I love that writing with me means 2 things Either you're gonna be scarred by me saying some CRAZY STUFF Or im gonna hurt you

// I love tearing friendships apart Only Dami never even got to have that friendship to start Oops

"Don't get smart with me, Kent. You came to my world first! I didn't ask for any of it. I didn't ask for you to try to save me, either." He spat in bitter defense, having no issue getting up close & personal with the Kryptonian. Teeth gnashed where he'd clench fists tighter. ++

Countless months in trying to get to this specific world & Damian could only think perhaps his actions bad been one huge mistake. "You think you have any right to keep telling me what to do? You've done it since I met you and you claimed to be my best friend." ++

"You're not my dad, don't start." Displeased crossed over his face, arms folding against his chest as he stood, looking over the other. "For the most part, doesn't mean much. You guys still let criminals on the loose here.."

"Tt...Figures you'd be late to show. You have any idea how long I've been trying to find you??" "Coming to your broken world.."

// 🧍

"Damn it, Kent. Where are you?"

// Damian is free from being white now 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ thansk to Spooky <3 he is cured