( behind them, dick does whatever he can to keep martha away from him. the sound of things falling, rattling against the floor as theyโre knocked over can be heard despite the way damian covers his ears with his hands, but. aside from that, all he sees is damian there above him. weight pressing down on him. eyes staring down into his own through the mask thatโs been slashed. yelling at him. demanding his focus and attention.
his mind is all over the place. his body aches in certain spots, blood beneath his shoulder there on the ground from the batarang injury. yet damian holds tight. remains unfazed by whatโs going on around them, never mind his own injury to his face and, again, demands bruceโs focus as he threatens him with a bad time. part of him knows what damian is doing. knows heโs doing whatever he can and whatever it takes to keep him from falling for the words his mother- this hollowed out version of his mother whispers to him - words heโs thought himself a number of times. part of him knows itโs a trick, a ploy to get him close to her and yetโฆ she isnโt wrong and he knows that. he hates that he knows that. yet here damian is, like he says. trying to keep him right here. beneath him. in this very moment where he is alive.
but his words are drowned out by the sounds and shrieks that come from martha and bruce twists his head enough to catch whatโs happening. to catch the way she begins toโฆ unravel. the way blood pours out from her wound with handfuls of thread in dickโs fist and he stares. horrified at the sight of his mother bleeding out like she is. at the way she seems to be coming undone before his eyes.
she catches sight of him, despite the end sheโs approaching, and she smiles. everyone you love dies, bruce. they always will.
thereโs a sudden jerk from bruce beneath damian. a pained sound that leaves him as blue eyes become glassy with tears that donโt yet fall. and he stares. watches the way she comes undone at dickโs hand. )
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his mind is all over the place. his body aches in certain spots, blood beneath his shoulder there on the ground from the batarang injury. yet damian holds tight. remains unfazed by whatโs going on around them, never mind his own injury to his face and, again, demands bruceโs focus as he threatens him with a bad time. part of him knows what damian is doing. knows heโs doing whatever he can and whatever it takes to keep him from falling for the words his mother- this hollowed out version of his mother whispers to him - words heโs thought himself a number of times. part of him knows itโs a trick, a ploy to get him close to her and yetโฆ she isnโt wrong and he knows that. he hates that he knows that. yet here damian is, like he says. trying to keep him right here. beneath him. in this very moment where he is alive.
but his words are drowned out by the sounds and shrieks that come from martha and bruce twists his head enough to catch whatโs happening. to catch the way she begins toโฆ unravel. the way blood pours out from her wound with handfuls of thread in dickโs fist and he stares. horrified at the sight of his mother bleeding out like she is. at the way she seems to be coming undone before his eyes.
she catches sight of him, despite the end sheโs approaching, and she smiles. everyone you love dies, bruce. they always will.
thereโs a sudden jerk from bruce beneath damian. a pained sound that leaves him as blue eyes become glassy with tears that donโt yet fall. and he stares. watches the way she comes undone at dickโs hand. )