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He’s—as careful as he knows how to be. Not killing someone is, comparatively, easy to track. How can Damian know he’s not manipulating someone unless his actions are as cold, as flatly featureless as they possibly can be? How many times did Talia trick him into staying his hand by feigning pain? How many times did she redirect him away from his wandering wants by showing hurt at his potential rejection? Displays are a bid for control whether he means them to be or not. (Emotions are a weapon, and he leaves his weapons sheathed until they’re absolutely necessary these days.)
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I love themmmm
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AUGH this is so good. Such a great take on Damian as a character and such a vivid, wonderful piece in general. It's got those sweet sweet pining vibes...
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WAILING this damian is everything to me and i need to give him a hug immediately
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(Simple. Predictable. Familiar. There really is only one choice, in the end.) “Listen to me,” Damian says quietly.
Jon looks at him. And looks at him. And frowns. “I… am?”
Idiot. Robin rolls his eyes and gets up. “No, you aren’t,” he says, crossing over until he’s close enough to take Jon’s hand. He didn’t think to take his gauntlets off (poor planning; stupid). His armor is thicker over the sternum (he’s only going to get run through once in his life if he can help it). As much as it makes him tense up to have someone else’s hand on his throat, he doesn’t have too many options left that don’t involve words; so he guides Jon’s fingers up to the side of his neck like a mirror of what he’d done earlier. (Except Kent doesn’t squeeze. He just stares blankly into Robin’s eyes like he’s some impossibly complex puzzle.)
“ Listen to me,” Damian repeats.
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“It wouldn’t be a good idea.”“Well, no,” Jon says patiently. “I have a girlfriend.”
Robin narrows his eyes at him. “It wouldn’t be a good idea ever, Jon.”
“You can’t just throw that out there and not tell me why.”
“I have my reasons.”
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He changes even more when it’s someone he knows, someone he’s attached to, has discussed it with; Damian has observed that gentle attention from a distance, pinned it down and cataloged it and come to the conclusion that it’s never been turned on him. Which is good. Which is excellent.)