W2, Thursday night

[bittybat]

[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.

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[impulsiveness]

Oooookay. Thanks for the random and cryptic advice. [MAKING A WEIRD FACE BACK??? Who raised this child, holy shit.] Not that I don't appreciate it, but even if we do end up retaining our memories of this place — what good is that going to do for me? I'm dead, remember? I don't know how you could have met an older me at all, but I can't exactly crawl out of my grave to say hi to Bruce and Alfred.

[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?

[bittybat]

[Ra's and Talia al Ghul did.

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!!]

[impulsiveness]

Well, excuse me for not getting all the facts right. I was, y'know, too busy being dead to double check. [The last thing he remembers is staring down at a bomb. Kind of hard not to expect the worst.] Maybe I would already know this stuff if you weren't so tightlipped about it.

[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?

[bittybat]

Yes. [He looks back at Jason, lips a line.] I'll talk with you later.

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.

[impulsiveness]

Yeah, yeah. I'll try not to croak.

[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.