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W2, Thursday night
[Sorry ur in the stocks, buddy.
Damian comes sometime before lockdown when no one is around. His voice is a whisper:] It's for show. There's not a valid reason you're here.
Damian comes sometime before lockdown when no one is around. His voice is a whisper:] It's for show. There's not a valid reason you're here.
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Something to that effect. They asked why I'm here. Told them there's no reason for it. [He would shrug if he could.] It's not like this whole shindig isn't happening for the hell of it, after all.
[It's a "game." They can't ever forget that.
And another thing they can't forget:]
... You didn't answer my question, by the way. Don't think I didn't notice.
[Don't ignore his concern. Dumb.]
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STOP BEING CONCERNED FOR HIM, JASON TODD??? You act nothing like the fuCKING JASON HE KNOWS. Who is this boy??? What did you do with Jason??
Damian has a somewhat strange expression on his face.] If Father could have traded places with you, he would have. [It sounds cryptic only because, duh, Damian, no one can read your fucking thoughts.] When we go back, our memories of all of this could be wiped. But they also may not be.
If that's the case, don't be an idiot, and remember: what happened to you made a mess of my father. Grayson told me everything. It doesn't matter what you think you see, what you think you know. Father doesn't want anyone to see what he doesn't want them to see.
[A pause.] I'm fine. I've had splinters before.
We need to keep your shoulder from getting infected when the Sheriff takes you out of here, or you'll be useless. [GOTTA, YOU KNOW... not seem so caring and shit!!]
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[A beat, and he's making a sound that's totally supposed to be a laugh? Totally. Haaaaah.]
If I have a grave, anyway. You know how I went out. Maybe I'm just extra chunky salsa in the middle of nowhere. Not enough left to scoop up and shove into a casket.
[Consider this: Not running your mouth off and then quickly backtracking with terrible humor every time you feel A Thing. Just consider it.
Either way, he wiggles his fingers from his position. It's probably meant to be a vague hand gesture, but................... Thanks, Hal.]
Assuming I don't get my brains blown out overnight, we'll take care of that in the morning. Right now you need to worry about yourself. [Embrace the caring and shit, you little ass!!] "Fine" or not fine, that means not doing anything stupid. Got it?
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Also Bruce. ALSO BRUCE.] Your sense of humor is the worst thing I've ever heard in my entire life. Worse than Grayson's. [And, GOD, Grayson has the worst sense of fucking humor EVER!!!] Stop joking lightly about your death like a moron.
[YIKES.] You didn't explode into pieces, Todd-- [He clamps his mouth shut before he rants, as usual, in an effort to be right. He's afraid if he divulges too much information to Jason, the timelines will get fucked up and change--maybe for the worst.] I never do anything stupid.
[His head jerks around at some noise. It's probably the girls who will inadvertently fuck tHE WITNESSING UP!!]
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[Ah. There he goes, sounding petulant in front of a 10-year-old. But he shakes his head as well as he can in his current position, rolling his eyes.]
Yeah. Of course you never do. And I'm Mary, Queen of Scots. [LET THE GIRLS LIVE, OKAY.] Is that your cue to get the hell out of Dodge?
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Try not to be dead by the morning. You can still use your legs, so at least try to fight instead of rolling over for whoever is wandering around as a killer.
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[THANKS...FOR THE ENCOURAGEMENT??? Gosh dang it, Damian Wayne.]
Now, shoo. Abscond. Begone. You're gonna be stuck sneaking in through the windows if you stay out here.