dear_mun | I apologize to Discedo now...

*yep. It's called burning up your energy until the rage calms down a bit, because, let's face it, neither of them knows how to deal with proper Damian emotions. Such as asking Dick not to die. And... all before that. The discussion of Bruce. All of that. At least this way he can... get used to the fact that they can happen and no bad things result? Or something.*

Well, yeah. Sometimes, you're even in the right.

[That's probably Damian's biggest problem right there-- he's got too much energy. You know, beyond the whole socially retarded and emotionally constipated thing.]

Does that mean that you think it should be called Robin and Batman, then? [Pulling out a few more batarangs and throwing them at the trunk of a tree, then using the embedded batarangs to leap from perch to perch until he can reach one of the high hanging limbs, not so much climbing the tree as jumping up it.]

*yeah, at least it's not a very great problem where Dick is concerned. Working each other out until they were functioning at acceptable levels probably is part of why they started getting a long in the first place? And they'll work on the other two*

That's not my judgment call. Nice move! *yes, he caught that over his shoulder, and yes, he knows that it's giving Damian the high ground, because some of those branches just won't take his own weight. But that's all right, he's still the one who's flying between the trees, and that feels... good, man..*

[That and Dick is apparently very very patient.]

But you could help me sell it to dad. [Just... casually leaping from limb to limb as he says something so ridiculous.]

*you wouldn't tell to look on him.

However, that makes him land in a crouch just so he can throw his head back and... laugh*

You do realize that he, uh, fired me as Robin, right? Said I couldn't be Robin anymore - though it was me who came up with Robin in the first place - and then took in Jason and made him Robin.

How much weight do you think my opinion would have with him, huh?

[Perhaps it only took the right nightmare child to bring it out in Dick.]

[Said matter-of-factly, hanging upside down from a branch by his knees with his arms crossed over his chest.] You're his favorite, he'd listen to you.

He probably told you to leave in one of his stupid self-sacrificing guilt trips. Or thought you were ready to be more than just a sidekick. [Wrinkling his nose.] Or maybe he just thought you were getting too old to still be running around in underwear and pixie boots.

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*... possible. Scarily possible.*

I'm the one he's used to the most and knows best. That's different. *Damian, please don't start the 'his favorite' and 'golden boy' stuff that's driven Jason out of it.*

Maybe. *And Dick actually objects less to being made to feel sheepish for not. Considering all of these back then.* So I upgraded to Elvis and now to pajamas. Perfect gradation, right?

...

Elvis?

What, you haven't seen the first Nightwing suit yet? *not that Dick is ashamed of it - it was based on his father's costume, a Flying Grayson indeed. But... well, it was rather Elvis* Remind me when we get back in the cave. I'm sure there's plenty of footage.

[Shaking his head, still upside down.] No, I've seen it. But who's Elvis?

*... baby bro, you did not just ask that. Actually, you did just ask that. Welcome to a month of constant Elvis records sounding in the Batcave and half the Manor when there are no guests*

Oh... a singer. He put on a good show.

[They'll all be lucky if Damian only breaks one record player.]

Is that why you decided to emulate him?

*what record player? It's all digital, man. From all the speakers. Everywhere.*

Oh, I wasn't emulating him. The first suit was based off posters with my parents' performing costumes.

I can... just see the semblance in retrospect.

[Then Dick can be the one to explain to Bruce why Damian rewired the whole Batcave in a rage.]

[Damian is quiet for a moment at the mention of Dick's parents, swinging idly.] Did Elvis have finger stripes too?

[He wiggles his fingers a bit in example.]

*And that's provided Bruce doesn't do it himself.*

Nah. *it's all right, Dick brought them up himself. And he's coming up a tree - sans batarangs, thank you - a different tree, and up to lower than Damian, but still. Mmm delicious high ground, and delicious adrenaline, to boot* He had a lot of bling on, though. And sequins. And tassels and fringes. Man had to leave an impression.

The finger stripes are from later. After I lowered the collar.

[Dick better pray the two don't team up to get revenge on him for it or he's DOOMED.]

Tt. If he was such a good singer as you seem to want me to believe, he wouldn't need all that extra to make an impression.

*perfect time to get lost in some Titans business, the kind with black holes and alternate universes, hmm?*

Oh, he was a decent singer. He was a good showman. That's a bit different.

[Coward.]

... is that the reason we dress in those ridiculous costumes instead of something more practical? [Because he's never really understood, he just goes along with it because it's his father's legacy.]

*shh, saving the multiverse is not cowardice. Plus, it's WORTH it. A. More Elvis. B. Bruce and Damian working together. Win-win.*

Elvis? No. His suit... well. It's the Batman. Robin's... was an homage. To the home that I missed. It wasn't my idea for anyone else to put it on - that's all on him - but... well, it made sense to me at the time. Then it became a thing, so why change something that's working fine, right?

[True. Anything to help those two along after all...]

It's too colorful. It's like roaming the city at night with a brightly painted target on your back. And you chose that?

*... Elvis it is. VIVA LAS VEGAS!*

Hey, I've been relying on people being overconfident and underestimating me for a long time. You'd be surprised how few ever figured out that I did it because I was good enough to stay ahead of them.

Plus, it worked to keep the attention on me and away from what He was doing.

*it really worked less well for others, but, again, It wasn't Dick's idea for others to wear it in the first place. Or the name his mother first called him with.*

[The weirdest family therapy tool ever.]

So you were cannon fodder then. [Said in a blank, analytical tone of voice.]

*... could be worse. Considering the Batfamily, it could be a lot worse*

Nope. *grins up at him* But the idea was to make those we came up against that I was. Not cannon fodder if you're expected to come out of the mess in one piece.

[Like getting a pet for someone with violent tendencies? Yeah, Bruce, real great idea there.]

Tt. [Damian grabs hold of a branch above his head and uses it like a parallel bar to swing up to land on it with a crouch.]

That's the optimism speaking, Grayson.

*that may pay off... in the long run? Possibly? Oh wait. There is no longer a run.

... nah, Dick'll fly a little more.*

It worked for me.

*until a branch snaps, and he gets to fall a bit before catching himself again and swinging down to the ground a short way off from Damian, setting off running again. Yes, the fall made him laugh*

But I would not recommend it for a solo act. *as his later costume demonstrates* Also, it's a good thing to be aware of. Well done, little D.

*yep. Running again. Although he did mean the praise*

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