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( damian says wait and, unlike the last time, he doesn't. instead, steps are slow and heavy as he continues his way towards the exit of the cave. he doesn't trust going back to the apartments — hasn't exactly bothered to stay there much since his arrival here. but he figures there's first-aid supplies around the manor somewhere and, if not, he'll find some elsewhere. he's had worse, he knows, it's just... different. )

You've done enough.

( is all he says as he slowly leaves in search of something to patch himself up with. )

( it's well-deserved. damian had hurt him even if it hadn't been his intention. he dug the blades of his gauntlet into this younger version of his father, just to prove a point. he's done worse plenty of times before, but he's also done better and he should have known better.

damian doesn't follow.

just waits until bruce is out of sight to drop his face into his hands. he was given a chance to redo things, and yet here he is, still making a mess of it. )

( he doesn't trust the hospital even if it would be the logical place to acquire medical supplies from. but with his being wayne manor — regardless of version — he knows there has to be a few medical kits or one relatively large one laying around the place. at least, that's what he would do.

it's one of the bathrooms he finds himself in, seated on the edge of the tub with the medical supplies he'd been able to find laid out on the toilet cover. the armored part of his suit has been removed, the suit underneath pulled down which leaves his chest bare and exposed, scars and bruises that are both fresh and still in the process of healing littered across his chest and arms, as well as his back.

he ignores the nick on his cheek — opts to address the actual stab wound near his collar bone and grabs an antiseptic wipe from the kit, hissing through his teeth as he presses it to the fresh wound. from the looks of it, he won't need any stitches — it's not deep enough, but. still needs to be cleaned and dressed. alfred would surely have words with him if he didn't, after all. so he does that. keeps the wipe pressed there to the wound and, when he pulls it away, he stares at it. stares at the blood. the very same one which is so similar to damian's and just... sighs. )

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( a few moments of silence, before damian calls goliath back down and wraps his arms as far around the massive dragon bat's neck as he can. calls him a stupid bat while burying his face into him, because goliath understands. always has. he feels awful, which - he figures is only right. damian did prove his point, but at the same time, he did push it a little too far. this isn't his father. this is a batman who has never had a robin. who doesn't understand.

with a squeeze around goliath, he releases his friend. removes the tunic, then the rest of his uniform. partially so he can wash it, partially because he doesn't want to be robin for a moment. damian has spare clothes; a large dark hoodie and a pair of dark slacks. comfortable enough, especially considering he's not planning on leaving the manor. but he does go looking for bruce.

stops in front of the bathroom doorway when he sees him, but doesn't pass the threshold. )

I'm sorry. ( he repeats himself, voice quiet. ) I hadn't meant to hurt you. ( there's no room for bruce to respond. damian is making sure to speak quickly enough to avoid giving him gaps to interrupt. ) My upbringing was not traditional. Which I am not using as an excuse, because it does not excuse my actions, but more as an explanation.

( and now there's--a brief pause. eyes lowering before they raise to meet bruce's. )

Would you please let me assist you?

( he notices the change of clothes damian's made. glances back down as he fishes through the first-aid kit, bloodied wipe left there on the toilet cover. listens to what he has to say in silence, strands of dark hair falling in front of his face. pulling out a few band-aids and another antiseptic wipe, he looks up to damian then. just for a moment. glancing back with a slight tilt of his head.

i'm fine, he wants to say — like he would to alfred, but. alfred's a grown man. not a kid— not his kid like damian here apparently is. )

Run a cloth under some water.

( he says that with a flick of his gaze up to him. a nod of his head to the washcloths there by the sink before he goes looking back to the contents of the first-aid kit. not necessarily to see if it has what he needs. but more to see what it all has and what else might be needed in the future. )

( his initial response is don't tell me what to do except he realizes that bruce is letting him help, and even if damian could find much better things to do than wet cloth, he's. listening.

walks into the bathroom finally, and makes his way over to the washcloths. he turns on the sink, letting the water run cool before putting it under the faucet and drenching the washcloth through. squeezes it out, then turns back towards bruce. )

Can I check the wound on your back?

( asking, not telling.

this isn't his father. he isn't used to having a child, let alone a robin. )

( he makes a mental note of a few things needing to be stocked in the kit while damian wets a cloth. when he goes and asks to check the wound, he lifts his gaze up to him. it's on the tip of his tongue there asking if he even knows what to look for, but. he refrains. having seen what he was capable of earlier, he'd like to think he knows a thing or two. especially if... some version of him had been the one to teach him.

since, you know. damian isn't talking about his mother or anything. )

Yeah.

( the word is soft and he looks back down to the first-aid kit, looking for the right size band-aid for the larger wound what with his cheek not really needing much. )

( the washcloth gets set down beside bruce's hands, as damian circles around him to get to where his claws had dug into flesh. he hadn't put much pressure behind it, it's a flesh wound at best, but one of the blades had dragged enough to leave a cut long and deep enough to warrant a couple butterfly bandages. )

My blades were clean, so I doubt it'll get infected unless you're rolling around in grime. ( which bruce is also apt to do. ) I'll need a couple butterfly bandages, as well as a larger bandage to cover them. Antiseptic if the kit has any in it, or I'll rinse it with water.

( an exact description of what he's doing, so bruce isn't left surprised. )

( well. hm. he appreciates the rundown of what he's planning to do, but. certainly lines up with his having figured damian has at least some sort of idea of what he's doing.

he glances back to him. blue eyes peering through the smeared greasepaint that now runs down his cheeks some. he really does look like a raccoon like this. that's what happens when he ends up in a scuffle with a version of a kid he didn't even know he was to have.

poking through the first-aid kit, he pulls out the things damian mentioned. sets them down within reach. )

Those tasers have dropped guys bigger than you.

( just. you know. trying to make conversation and all since he has to there. )

( bruce sets items down within reach, and damian gets to work. sprays the antiseptic onto the cuts after lightly pressing gauze to the wounds to pick up any excess blood, then presses gauze around the wound once more to ensure his skin's dry - it'd be a waste to apply the butterfly bandaids while it's still wet.

the large bandaid goes over it last. for most people, he'd have left the cuts to breathe. his father isn't most people. )

I was raised to tolerate worse, but it'll still be sore for a while.

( that's... mildly concerning to hear. gaze dropping, he wonders too many things all at once before he lets himself look over to damian there. quiet. contemplative. blue eyes growing soft despite the weariness they hold within them. )

You did pretty good. For what it's worth.

( he looks down then, dark strands of hair falling in front of his face again. taking the wet washcloth in hand, he presses it to his face then. slowly begins to work on rubbing away the greasepaint he has all over him. )

I know. As I said, you were dead thrice over. ( at minimum, with damian going easy on him. bruce may not want to harm someone of damian's stature, but not everyone damian's size agrees. granted, he also knows many of his father's weaknesses and how to press them. such as - bruce wouldn't let damian ruin his ankle merely to keep a good grip on him. once the wound is cleaned and bandaged, damian pulls himself back up to his feet and moves to the bathroom counter. presses a palm down against it so he can push himself up to sit on the edge.

lets bruce clean himself up. )

My father had nothing to do with my upbringing, as stated before. You don't need to concern yourself with what I've learned to handle. We were introduced roughly three years ago, and in those years, he and the rest of our family showed me I could be more.

( right. humble is not a thing he is, looks like.

bruce takes the time to wash the black off his face with the damp cloth. slow. listens to what damian as to say as he goes about making himself comfortable there on the edge of the counter. when he pulls the cloth away to look at it, it's covered in black. touches of red from the mark on his cheek, but. it's the black he really looks to. the colour holding such a significance — such a meaning for him in so many intimate ways. most of them painful.

a slow glance up, he stares to damian. quiet. then eases himself up. winces, but shrugs it off like always. three steps or so to the counter where damian sits, he washes out the black from the cloth in the sink there. still quiet. still mulling over everything that he's told. )

I'm sure Alfred must be happy.

( it's said softly, more to himself. )

Pennyworth enjoys a full house.

( an agreeance, because it's not wrong: alfred and damian may have gotten off on the wrong foot, but as damian learned how to communicate and interact with those in bruce's inner circle, they had grown significantly more--comfortable with each other. even if he does earn the occasional "this is why i chose not to have children" comment. he knows it's not given with any ire, that they have an understanding.

damian raises a hand, the one closest to bruce. but he's coordinating the movement, careful to keep from surprising him any. the intention is to press his palm against bruce's cheek, gently. his words are solemn, dejected. )

You're not him.

( he dislikes it, not necessarily because this means this man isn't quite his father. but because it makes them enemies. rivals. they were both brought here for a purpose, and that purpose might lead to destroying one another. this bruce is young, too young to face damian and win. )

( the touch is something he's so unfamiliar with. even with selina, when she'd reached out to touch him, he hadn't known how to react. it's just... been a long time. a very long time. since he's let anyone get close to him in any sort of way. there's alfred, but. even then. he keeps the man at arms length emotionally. or at least... he does his best to. right now he's currently regretting that with how everything is back in his gotham.

a slow look over to damian there, he stares to him. eyes soft. )

No. I'm not.

( currently, anyways. whether or not that's to change in the future— his future, he doesn't know.

he keeps his gaze there on damian. still soft. looks for himself— for the boy, bruce wayne, who died so many years ago in crime alley along with his parents. )

Family isn't just always blood. ( alfred isn't blood related to him and he's been the only sort of father figure he's had since his own father died. he has been, for so many years, his only family. ) It's the people you trust. That you care about. That you want to have in your life. That you'd do anything for.

( there are many languages people have used to communicate, touch being one of them. he and his father have spent countless nights training, learning how each other moves, training themselves to recognize movements that mean something is wrong. but touch like this is different. it's something damian has grown more accustomed to - the way bruce will reach out to him and place his hand against damian's cheek when he wants to make sure damian is looking at him, when he needs to ensure he hears him.

bruce's expression is one damian has grown familiar with, and it makes his own soften in return. this isn't his father, but it isn't one of the awful, nefarious other batmen he's spotted either. )

I know. ( voice soft, quiet. like it's a secret spoken just between them and not the walls of their empty house. ) My father showed me. I may not have siblings by blood, but I have many whom I would refer to as my family.

( he can't necessarily relate to that himself when it comes to siblings, but. they at least both have an understanding, it seems. how family extends beyond just blood.

where does that leave the two of them? their blood is similar enough, as far as the tests show, that it does make them family by blood. yet they don't know each other beyond the two interactions they've had with each other thus far. names exchanged, little bits here and there offered. beyond that, they're truly strangers to one another and while damian may have experienced something like this already with his own version of his father, bruce hasn't. at all. much as he hasn't experienced any of this otherworldly game of chess they've supposedly been dropped into here. he's... still trying to figure it out. trying to figure so much out on his own.

a glance downwards, he takes a moment before he's looking back to damian there. )

I'm not him and I have no intention of replacing him. But I'm still here. Much as I can be.

( because even he has the self-awareness of how easily it is for him to become lost in the batman. lost in his own vengeance. )

I know.

( that he's here. that even if he truly wanted to replace bruce, he's incapable of it. damian's relationship with his father is different, because of what they've been through together. there is no replicating it. if his father were to forget everything (again) and they needed to restart, it wouldn't be the same either.

damian drops his hand back down onto the counter. keeps his eyes focused on bruce's. )

I'm one of several who have been Robin. One of two who currently carry the name. The other is also here. We wear similar regalia and answer to the same name. Despite how often I have considered eradicating him from the playing field, the other Robin is my brother. My family. ( a warning as much as it is a statement. he won't introduce tim to bruce, nor will he mention jason. they all have complex relationships with batman, damian is not one to overinform nor go into it. but given the combination of different universes, he feels ensuring bruce knows the other robin is already accounted for is important. )

And I'm still Robin, the blood son of Batman. I will need to--recalibrate some, but I'll be here, to watch your back. To remind you of who you are.

( he takes into consideration what damian says. what he tells him. how he... feels, in a sense. things bruce doesn't often discuss himself, even with alfred. because of course he'd simply push it all down. ignore it. pretend it doesn't exist as it simply gets in the way of doing what he needs to do. being who he needs to be.

still, he watches as damian's hand drops down. looks to himself in the mirror. then pulls back some, reaching for a hand towel to pat his face dry with. )

You should stay here. ( not the apartments, he means. ) It's your home. Also has more than enough space for your friend.

( goliath. )

( bruce pulls back, and damian scoots himself off the edge of the counter so he's back up on his feet. hesitates for a moment, before he's leaning in and - wrapping his arms around bruce. tightly, but he lets go quickly. bruce will understand the gesture, which is the important bit. )

I'll stay where I want regardless of your opinion on the matter.

( he hasn't settled in yet, but his room in the manor still exists. his cot is still there. damian doesn't have intentions of moving elsewhere. )

You're not alone. Don't forget that.

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( the embrace is unexpected. genuinely catches him off guard and he stands there. hand raising some. too slow to press his palm against damian's shoulder blade, but. it brushes past it, nonetheless, when he goes and pulls away from him.

quiet, he stares to him. tries to digest the thought of not being alone here when he very much is. it's not as if alfred's here after all. though he gets what it is damian's trying to tell him. )

I'm sure you'll remind me if I do.

( a nod of his head is all damian offers before he takes a step back and heads out of the bathroom.

they're both going to need time. to adjust, to recalibrate as damian put it earlier. there's a lot at stake, and he doesn't - damian knows his way of handling others is different, that it took time after he'd first shown up. damian turned his back on everything he had known, rejected his mother's hand, to follow in bruce's footsteps, and yet he had still doubted damian's intentions.

he's older now. knows himself better. knows bruce better. damian will figure it out. for now, he'll just - give them both a little space. )

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