[Damian flips gracefully out of the hit and lands on his feet, crouching and glaring at Drake.]
Pass. No one wants to hear the opinions of a dead man anyway. [Damian snarls out at him but feels that annoying nag of something in his stomach when he remembers this isn't the Drake of his world. That Tim Drake was dead, a casket buried in the Wayne graves even if he had been a Drake he was still--He grits his teeth and looks away.
What is he doing? He's angry at Father. He's angry at Thomas. He isn't angry at this poor copy of Drake. His words just touched an insecurity that he never quite shook off. That after 3 years, he still truly doesn't understand what it means to be Robin.]
Whatever. You're just a multiverse mistake anyway. [He flips the teen off before turning to leave. He'll make his own fire upstairs or freeze. Either one is preferable to sharing a room with any kind of Tim Drake.]
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Pass. No one wants to hear the opinions of a dead man anyway. [Damian snarls out at him but feels that annoying nag of something in his stomach when he remembers this isn't the Drake of his world. That Tim Drake was dead, a casket buried in the Wayne graves even if he had been a Drake he was still--He grits his teeth and looks away.
What is he doing? He's angry at Father. He's angry at Thomas. He isn't angry at this poor copy of Drake. His words just touched an insecurity that he never quite shook off. That after 3 years, he still truly doesn't understand what it means to be Robin.]
Whatever. You're just a multiverse mistake anyway. [He flips the teen off before turning to leave. He'll make his own fire upstairs or freeze. Either one is preferable to sharing a room with any kind of Tim Drake.]