[ Damian goes limp, and Dick waits until he's sure his little brother isn't going to make a break for it, then shifts up onto his hip, taking Damian by the arm and pulling him up, too, until they're both sitting on the rug here in the empty hallway.
So much of trying to be Batman had been so hard. He'd very nearly hated it, but he'd done it, because someone had to, and he was the best option. But taking on the cowl and the mystique and the rogue's gallery weren't the only times he had to try to be Bruce, to be better than Bruce, if he could manage it.
It was in moments like this, too. Saying things that have always come so much more naturally to him than they ever did to Bruce. Trying to be the best version of himself for the boy who fought him every inch of the way, just like he did again now. ]
Damian, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I did that to you.
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So much of trying to be Batman had been so hard. He'd very nearly hated it, but he'd done it, because someone had to, and he was the best option. But taking on the cowl and the mystique and the rogue's gallery weren't the only times he had to try to be Bruce, to be better than Bruce, if he could manage it.
It was in moments like this, too. Saying things that have always come so much more naturally to him than they ever did to Bruce. Trying to be the best version of himself for the boy who fought him every inch of the way, just like he did again now. ]
Damian, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I did that to you.