[ The baby keeps crying, Dick keeps wincing, Damian keeps storming off, which means Dick won't even get the fun of telling him to go to his room. ]
What's your problem, Damian?
[ Except he knows what part of the problem is, right? They've been through this before, in hypotheticals. But it's not like this robot baby is actually his kid. ]
( he's still going down the hall, but luckily, the walls in these cookie cutter houses aren't the best, so when damian yells, it carries, )
I am going to my room! Where you were going to tell me to go. And I'll be leaving Titus to guard the door, with instructions to remove anyone who tries to so much as touch the door!
The problem here, of course, is that it would be easier to talk to Damian without a squalling baby in his arms, but if he puts the baby down and leaves it, there's no chance it'll stop crying.
One thing at a time. He breathes in through his nose, tight and annoyed, and settles back into the rocking chair, rubbing his hand over the baby's back until its sobs peter out into tired whimpers. It's maybe twenty minutes before he manages to get the baby back to sleep, but once it is, he deposits it carefully in the crib and catfoots it down the hall to lean against the wall by Damian's door. ]
I know you're still awake.
[ Stand down, Titus; he hasn't touched the door. ]
( titus is stationed outside his door, as promised, but he doesn't look like he has any interest in whatever dick is doing outside the door. he's trained to guard and protect, but this generally doesn't apply to other robins, and especially not grayson.
and damian is still awake. he's waiting for the window to clear up, for the sun to shine through so he can open it and let himself out. so he hears the thump of dick's back hitting the wall next to his door, eyes flicking over to watch the door knob closely from where he sits on the edge of the bed. )
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What's your problem, Damian?
[ Except he knows what part of the problem is, right? They've been through this before, in hypotheticals. But it's not like this robot baby is actually his kid. ]
Are you seriously getting jealous of a doll?
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I am going to my room! Where you were going to tell me to go. And I'll be leaving Titus to guard the door, with instructions to remove anyone who tries to so much as touch the door!
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The problem here, of course, is that it would be easier to talk to Damian without a squalling baby in his arms, but if he puts the baby down and leaves it, there's no chance it'll stop crying.
One thing at a time. He breathes in through his nose, tight and annoyed, and settles back into the rocking chair, rubbing his hand over the baby's back until its sobs peter out into tired whimpers. It's maybe twenty minutes before he manages to get the baby back to sleep, but once it is, he deposits it carefully in the crib and catfoots it down the hall to lean against the wall by Damian's door. ]
I know you're still awake.
[ Stand down, Titus; he hasn't touched the door. ]
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and damian is still awake. he's waiting for the window to clear up, for the sun to shine through so he can open it and let himself out. so he hears the thump of dick's back hitting the wall next to his door, eyes flicking over to watch the door knob closely from where he sits on the edge of the bed. )
I'm not jealous.