bittybat | (no subject)

Of course not. He's just sniffing around for some food.

The second cabinet from the left, on the bottom by the wood stove. There's a small sack of dog food I have for Ace if he's over. You can give him that.

Was Krypto the only thing you brought back?

Oh, thanks! I'll grab it for him.

Yeah. I figured you and I could go back for anything else we needed.

We can.

Did you tell your father about the fortress, or was the fortress his wormhole?

I got distracted being covered in dog spit and then it was gone?
So I guess that worked out well.

The fortress was gone?

Our fortress is gone.

Dad found his own too. I didn't check on that one yet.

Oh. You mean you found our headquarters? I imagine nothing was exactly left. That brat wrecked everything.

Father got the Manor. You should see where your father’s goes.

It was a little wet. But not too bad.

Dad's goes to his fortress, he showed me around.

I'll go with you to look around. [Their little waterlogged fortress, he means.] Has your father never taken you to his fortress before?

[???????]

He has, but it looks a lot different here than it did back home.
I guess it's before he redecorated or something?
You came with us that one time of course he took us to the fortress.

Amazing. You're the real Jon. [Someone still has this town's number and never trusts anything it does.] Out of all the iterations of everyone this town could have brought, it managed to get my exact partner.

I don't know whether you're blessed or cursed.

[Damian, you could already tell it was Jon. Verification, alright. WHATEVER, he's relieved.]

Of course I'm the real Jon?
Who did you think I was?

A fake Jon.

You don't know what this town can do yet if you try to go outside its boundaries.

Maybe you were a fake Damian all along.

[oh my god do NOT JONATHAN KENT HE HAS ISSUES]

I am NOT a fake Damian, and I can prove it when I kick your ass.

You'll have to catch me first!!!!!!!

Make no mistake, I can catch you, Kent. Now stop being insufferable because I was testing the authenticity of your existence. Would you have rather I been friends with a fake you?

[WAIT NOT THAT THEY'RE FRIENDS]

How would you like it if I doubted who you were?

I would commend you on not taking everything at face value for once, and then I would punch you for ever doubting I wasn't the real Damian Wayne.

That's really conflicting.

Shut up.

I didn't say a word.