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[Damian opens his mouth and then closes it, an uncharacteristic expression of something almost sheepish on his face.
While the name had of course been derived from Mary Grayson as he had learned here in Haven, Grayson had mentioned Robin Hood as a childhood hero and although not responsible for the Robin title, it was certainly a connection that had been appreciated by Grayson as a boy.
Damian had done an embarrassing amount of research on the legend of Robin Hood upon learning that piece of Robin history. Eventually he nods, keeping his eyes on the cat.]
[Because that wouldn't be mortifying at all given his title. He rolls his eyes.]
You are presuming that she doesn't simply keep what she steals for herself. [Which she does. Mostly anyway. (The problem is of course, that whatever grudge Damian holds against Catwoman, it has nothing to do with her being a thief no matter what he claims, and everything to do with her being the sometimes recipient of his father's affection.
Of course since that is not a thought that he is even comfortable admitting to himself, it's hardly one that he can properly voice. It isn't that he expects his parents to get back together. He isn't that foolish. (It's just that it would be nice if the possibility remained, well, possible.)
Elizabeth chooses that moment to poke her head out of the blanket and take a swat at his hand, clearly feeling as though she has been ignored for too long. Damian indulges her with a few pets, all the while keeping his focus on Barnes.]
His eyes go back to the kitten and his lips curl in a smile before he's even aware.]
She has made herself quite comfortable, as befitting her royal status. [He kneels then, bringing his chin down so that for a moment he stares at eye level with the Queen Elizabeth. It is a very childish gesture, but he hardly notices given that his attention is elsewhere.
After a moment, he straightens again, expression still soft.]
What do you think happened to her mother? [Beat.] She is far too young to be on her own.
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While the name had of course been derived from Mary Grayson as he had learned here in Haven, Grayson had mentioned Robin Hood as a childhood hero and although not responsible for the Robin title, it was certainly a connection that had been appreciated by Grayson as a boy.
Damian had done an embarrassing amount of research on the legend of Robin Hood upon learning that piece of Robin history. Eventually he nods, keeping his eyes on the cat.]
Of course I have, Barnes.
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[ Just saying. The world's not as black and white as Damian thinks and if he's so determined to help people, he needs to know the shades of grey. ]
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You are presuming that she doesn't simply keep what she steals for herself. [Which she does. Mostly anyway. (The problem is of course, that whatever grudge Damian holds against Catwoman, it has nothing to do with her being a thief no matter what he claims, and everything to do with her being the sometimes recipient of his father's affection.
Of course since that is not a thought that he is even comfortable admitting to himself, it's hardly one that he can properly voice. It isn't that he expects his parents to get back together. He isn't that foolish. (It's just that it would be nice if the possibility remained, well, possible.)
Elizabeth chooses that moment to poke her head out of the blanket and take a swat at his hand, clearly feeling as though she has been ignored for too long. Damian indulges her with a few pets, all the while keeping his focus on Barnes.]
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[ Because there's a difference, and Gotham is a hard town with a demanding War of its own. ]
Anyway. How's she doin'? Settling in to her new blanket kingdom?
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His eyes go back to the kitten and his lips curl in a smile before he's even aware.]
She has made herself quite comfortable, as befitting her royal status. [He kneels then, bringing his chin down so that for a moment he stares at eye level with the Queen Elizabeth. It is a very childish gesture, but he hardly notices given that his attention is elsewhere.
After a moment, he straightens again, expression still soft.]
What do you think happened to her mother? [Beat.] She is far too young to be on her own.