The TV’s low hum seeps into the quiet of the living room, its pale glow reflecting the last few minutes of an unfinished movie over the boy’s motionless form. Head bent forward at an awkwardly rigid angle, chin pressed to his chest, and hands tucked deep into his jacket pockets, Damian sleeps.

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"Fire, Water, Earth, Air... I mean... I can technically control them all but... some better than others certainly. You can't just instantly be a master in all four. It takes time... and effort."

-tt-. Grandfather. I trust your constitution hasn’t completely been affected these days.

A tilt of his head. “With all due respect, if your ego took a beating just because of a few quips, then I’m definitely not the one lacking here.”

Pleasantry is earned. The least you’ve already gotten is acknowledgement.

Don’t patronize me.

-tt-. Child’s play.

What if we lock him inside.

@the-carer.bsky.social Get. Him. Out.

That is Titus’ room now. No one else’s.

Oh, THAT is making you tear up?

/ psa this damian is probably going to be maybe a few months or a year in after talia dropped him off with bruce ok thank u

What? Is what he and Luthor doing now enlightening you on how much of a 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦 you turned out to be?

Delete this.

“𝘎𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘱,” he ordered. “And fight me.” When Jack doesn’t budge, Damian reaches out, grabbing a fistful of his shirt collar as he practically forces him up to eye level. “You may have made a fool out of Batman, but you don’t fool me or 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 else here.”

They must’ve skipped the part about prioritizing actual emergencies in your military training. Or is age finally catching up with your sense of timing. You can be honest.

There are more pressing matters to attend to. Like having a clown of a trespasser twirling around in the kitchen.

Touching grass, Pennyworth?

Just trying to get you down to my level. He twists his torso, quick as a whip as his leg makes a sweeping arc for his knees—

I’ll sneak my fist in your face! RRAAAAAAH! 𝘓𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴 at him.

(Do a little dance, Grayson. He’s still talking.)

PTTTOOO—! PAH! PFFTWAH! 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘦.

Stop fooling yourself. This is what got him inside in the first place.

Gives him the middle finger.

Perhaps we should have love fix your face back permanently.

You distract him. I’ll aim for the knees.

Father. Explain.

A convenient excuse for a coward. Suddenly taking off all that paint makes you a changed man? Congratulations. You almost made me chuckle.

He is far too close. This could be our opening.

Cut the crap, 𝘑𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘳. You think playing house makes you less of a clown? Who even allowed you in here?