( bruce shoves him off, which is the expected outcome here. there had been a reason why damian had called for grayson; he can take out martha wayne, without any issue. he's fairly certain that he could take out this version of his father, too, without much difficulty. he's young, inexperienced, and damian laps him in combat expertise. he's also emotionally compromised, enough that he thought pushing damian away from him would be effective.
despite him not losing his balance one bit when pushed. he goes with the force of the push instead, then immediately swivels forward and into bruce. he's not tall enough to drop him forward without it really hurting, so he opts to drop bruce onto his back instead. because he's nice like that. it's impossibly quick: damian grabs onto bruce's arm, the injured one, with the arm furthest from bruce and yanks on it; either he'll compensate and throw his weight back some, or go forward with the hit, and both options work just fine for damian - because the hand he has closest to bruce raises between them, roughly shoving his hand in against the underside of the cowl, his thumb on one side of his jawline and the rest of his fingers on the other. damian's leg presses in close under bruce's knee as he twists with his hips and forces bruce's body along with it. damian's body follows along with him after he's down, knee to his sternum with most of his weight behind it. it's not a particularly smart move, the way he leans forward over bruce, elbows pressing to his collar so damian can press gloved hands over his ears to (hopefully) muffle out the sounds as best as he can, but it's what he does anyway.
yells loudly directly in bruce's face too, even though he knows well enough bruce can read lips, and it's not going to be hard given how close damian is. )
Ignore it, focus on me. Just me, I'm right here.
( his voice lowers to less of a yell, but it's still loud enough to carry. enough to muffle 'martha's' words. )
I'm sorry I hit you, it was an accident. I'm sorry I hurt you last time I saw you, but I had to do it. You're emotionally compromised, and I am tired of watching everyone I care about die and hurt themselves! Fight me off, I dare you! I know three dozen methods I could have you pinned, painfully but not enough to cause significant damage, and it would take you at least eleven hours to get out of them. I will leave you down here with Drake to babysit you, with instructions to tell you all the most boring, ridiculous details of his latest excursion and you'll be so bored you'll wish you were dead!
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despite him not losing his balance one bit when pushed. he goes with the force of the push instead, then immediately swivels forward and into bruce. he's not tall enough to drop him forward without it really hurting, so he opts to drop bruce onto his back instead. because he's nice like that. it's impossibly quick: damian grabs onto bruce's arm, the injured one, with the arm furthest from bruce and yanks on it; either he'll compensate and throw his weight back some, or go forward with the hit, and both options work just fine for damian - because the hand he has closest to bruce raises between them, roughly shoving his hand in against the underside of the cowl, his thumb on one side of his jawline and the rest of his fingers on the other. damian's leg presses in close under bruce's knee as he twists with his hips and forces bruce's body along with it. damian's body follows along with him after he's down, knee to his sternum with most of his weight behind it. it's not a particularly smart move, the way he leans forward over bruce, elbows pressing to his collar so damian can press gloved hands over his ears to (hopefully) muffle out the sounds as best as he can, but it's what he does anyway.
yells loudly directly in bruce's face too, even though he knows well enough bruce can read lips, and it's not going to be hard given how close damian is. )
Ignore it, focus on me. Just me, I'm right here.
( his voice lowers to less of a yell, but it's still loud enough to carry. enough to muffle 'martha's' words. )
I'm sorry I hit you, it was an accident. I'm sorry I hurt you last time I saw you, but I had to do it. You're emotionally compromised, and I am tired of watching everyone I care about die and hurt themselves! Fight me off, I dare you! I know three dozen methods I could have you pinned, painfully but not enough to cause significant damage, and it would take you at least eleven hours to get out of them. I will leave you down here with Drake to babysit you, with instructions to tell you all the most boring, ridiculous details of his latest excursion and you'll be so bored you'll wish you were dead!