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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[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.