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[Damian follows him in, setting Elizabeth down on the table once they're inside and continuing to run his fingers down her coat.]
I'll need to find a bed for her. I'm sure I can find the blankets and pillows necessary in Haven North. [It's too bad there likely won't be any satin or silk available.]
[A harlot is more like. But estranged or not, Mother would never abide by him using such language to describe a woman and there are some parts of his upbringing that have stuck with him.]
I have never bothered to ask how she came to have that name. [And there's distaste in the way he says 'she' because Damian has never bothered to conceal his feelings about Selina Kyle. (Who is most certainly not and never will be his step-mother. >|
Even if she had great taste in animals.]
She is a thief. [Beat.] But she also makes it a point to rescue abandoned cats and provide homes for them. [Whatever, she gets a point for that he guesses.]
[He snorts.] Who said anything about a front? She is exactly who she appears to be. She has made a career out of stealing and fencing things that don't belong to her. She's a criminal. [Pause.] And she is obnoxious.
[Elizabeth takes a playful swat at Damian's hand as if in disagreement and Damian snorts. Not you too. In spite of her terrible opinions, Damian is careful to tuck the blanket around her and she burrows happily into the new source of warmth.]
[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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I'll need to find a bed for her. I'm sure I can find the blankets and pillows necessary in Haven North. [It's too bad there likely won't be any satin or silk available.]
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[ He finds an empty bowl, and no water. Bucky pours some out for her from his own canteen, and places it squarely in front of Elizabeth. ]
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I suppose she could. Have you ever had a cat, Barnes?
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No. Have you?
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Yes.]I wasn't allowed. Too much of a distraction. [And that is proving to be pretty accurate as he can not take his eyes off of the ball of fluff.]
Did I ever tell you that there is a Catwoman from Gotham? Far inferior to Batman of course.
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I have never bothered to ask how she came to have that name. [And there's distaste in the way he says 'she' because Damian has never bothered to conceal his feelings about Selina Kyle. (Who is most certainly not and never will be his step-mother. >|
Even if she had great taste in animals.]
She is a thief. [Beat.] But she also makes it a point to rescue abandoned cats and provide homes for them. [Whatever, she gets a point for that he guesses.]
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So people ain't the front they put up for others.
[ There's amusement in his voice as he returns to where they are with warm blankets for the cat. ]
Sound familiar?
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[Elizabeth takes a playful swat at Damian's hand as if in disagreement and Damian snorts. Not you too. In spite of her terrible opinions, Damian is careful to tuck the blanket around her and she burrows happily into the new source of warmth.]
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Ever read about Robin Hood?
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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.