( He sits there and listens as Damian talks β lets him say what he needs or wants to say, like always. Still picking at the skin of a finger, he keeps his gaze cast down, occasionally lifting it only to keep an eye on their surroundings. Not that there's much to worry about out here, but. Still a protective habit of his he's fallen into when around Damian.
Taking a moment for himself β mulling over a couple things there in his head, he licks over his lips then and looks ahead, keeping shoulder to shoulder with him. )
Gotham will always be angry and scarred like us. Those scars... even after they heal, can still hurt us. Destroy us, even. But we can be more than that. You are more than that. You're hope. It's what people need. To know someone is out there for them.
( Things he's been thinking about as of late.
A beat, his gaze drops β grows distant almost before he's glancing over to Damian there out of the corner of his eye and, when he speaks, his words are soft and careful. )
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Taking a moment for himself β mulling over a couple things there in his head, he licks over his lips then and looks ahead, keeping shoulder to shoulder with him. )
Gotham will always be angry and scarred like us. Those scars... even after they heal, can still hurt us. Destroy us, even. But we can be more than that. You are more than that. You're hope. It's what people need. To know someone is out there for them.
( Things he's been thinking about as of late.
A beat, his gaze drops β grows distant almost before he's glancing over to Damian there out of the corner of his eye and, when he speaks, his words are soft and careful. )
Who did you lose?