I suppose there's no harm in picking up a new sport.
( how hard can baseball be, really. grayson fixes his shirt, and damian reaches for his overshirt to shove his arms back into it. buttons it up after, pulling at the bottom hem to help straighten the wrinkles. )
The best cure for boredom is to pick up some new interests.
[ Who knows if that's true, but-- he knows Damian needs things to do, skills to perfect. And baseball's... normal, right? It's not like he's played much himself, but he has perfectly clear memories of the other guys in college playing catch and playing a game of pick-up here and there. ]
And, look, Damian...
[ I'm sorry for keeping my distance. I'm sorry for dying. I'm sorry this is all landing on your shoulders. I want to help. ]
You're right, I am getting a little rusty. So why don't I come train with you in the Batcave? Daily sparring, just like old times.
( it's the pause that gives damian all the information he needs. he almost tells dick no, that he doesn't need to be babied, but he understands that dick is - reaching out, he's trying.
so instead, he just - looks up to dick. scrunches up his nose. )
It'll reflect badly on me if someone manages to take you out too easily. The Batcave will do. ( and - ) I have. . . a friend, of whom I intend to train, too. She heals quickly but I suspect she relies on that too heavily.
Her name is Laura. I believe she's a couple years younger than me. And I wouldn't say she's like us. She's like me.
( you were taught how to hurt people, too had been a statement laura had thrown at him not long into their first interaction. she'd called herself a bad thing after accidentally hurting him. )
Someone raised her to be a weapon. But she is trying to be better.
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( how hard can baseball be, really. grayson fixes his shirt, and damian reaches for his overshirt to shove his arms back into it. buttons it up after, pulling at the bottom hem to help straighten the wrinkles. )
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[ Who knows if that's true, but-- he knows Damian needs things to do, skills to perfect. And baseball's... normal, right? It's not like he's played much himself, but he has perfectly clear memories of the other guys in college playing catch and playing a game of pick-up here and there. ]
And, look, Damian...
[ I'm sorry for keeping my distance. I'm sorry for dying. I'm sorry this is all landing on your shoulders. I want to help. ]
You're right, I am getting a little rusty. So why don't I come train with you in the Batcave? Daily sparring, just like old times.
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so instead, he just - looks up to dick. scrunches up his nose. )
It'll reflect badly on me if someone manages to take you out too easily. The Batcave will do. ( and - ) I have. . . a friend, of whom I intend to train, too. She heals quickly but I suspect she relies on that too heavily.
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[ His surprise might be a little insulting, but he doesn't mean it to be. No; he's delighted. ]
What's her name? Is she like us?
[ (An animal-themed masked vigilante, Dick??? ]
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( you were taught how to hurt people, too had been a statement laura had thrown at him not long into their first interaction. she'd called herself a bad thing after accidentally hurting him. )
Someone raised her to be a weapon. But she is trying to be better.
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[ If she's like Damian... and Damian a few years ago... well, he has a fair amount of experience with semi-feral children raised to be weapons. ]
Bring her along, we'll all train together.
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( it's not as if damian was just talking about it or anything. )
Just don't be obnoxiously you.
( don't steal his friends, richard. )