Guess who just found out about the spoilers for Batman Inc. #8?

[therealrobin]

No.

No.

I don't care about that. I don't. But you are not going to use it as an excuse to shuck me off to some cesspit.

I refuse.










You do know I know ways to kill you that are undetectable, correct?

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[morticia_addams]

So good to see young people enjoying the classics; do you prefer exotic venom or lethal gas?

[therealrobin]

Exotic toxins.

I also know a thing or two about disguising... mishaps as accidents.

[morticia_addams]

[She is clearly delighted by this.]

I remember my first poisoning, foxglove in Uncle Tormencio's tea. Oh the wake we had, one of the best family reunions in decades.

Accidents lead to acquittals! On those rare occasions that any blame is called at any rate.

[flyingg]

Little D...

[therealrobin]

I don't care, Grayson. I knew what would happen. I knew my destiny.

[Of course, he had thought "immortality" would be included in there somewhere, but his life with Grayson and with Father has taught him that no one can expect immortality. There are some people, like Damian's grandfather, who shouldn't have it at all.]

But the thought that this sniveling trollop might use it as an excuse to make things worse? Unacceptable.

[And it of course has nothing to do with Damian worrying about what will happen to him. Will he come back, like Jason did? Will it be a fluke? Will he be gone for days or for decades?]

[flyingg]

Hey, hey.

[Dick crouches in front of Damian, eyes level (or maybe a little below, Dick never was all that tall) with the boy's.]

I care. And so does B, actually. And I don't think they'll go through with it, the writers, I mean. We'll go flying again, you and I.

[the_flying_grayson]

My typist refuses to even consider this. It's ridiculous, even for that writer it's unconscionable.

[You were going to get a hug, Damian. Just accept the concerned, big brother hugs and move on with it.] I'm sure...their doing this is just some immature acting out and protest to what they're saying they're gonna do with you.

Dare I ask what your typist is planning?

[therealrobin]

As if he hadn't done enough damage already. And if I have to go through it all looking like I have a piece of grapefruit for a head?

I don't understand why we can't kill at least some people.

[... A hug? Damian stiffens. He'll... accept it. But that doesn't mean he'll like it. And if it were anyone but Grayson, the person would be unconscious on the ground right now.]

She wants to send me to this group, but they have age limits. Which means she'd have to age me up to eighteen. I-

[He hangs his head. He is not going to whine. He is a Wayne and a Robin. He will not whine.]

But she can't make me go. She can't make me do that.

[the_flying_grayson]

You know the other me will probably do something drastic like hunting down one of Ra's Lazarus Pits just to bring you back.

[Dick was a tactile person to begin with and this was DAMIAN talking about DYING. Of course he was going to hug him. And the more the younger man stiffened, the harder his brother would hug him. It as as though he could magically convince his ex-partner that no matter what, things would get better.]

Oh no, D. Not one of those sex games?

[One callused and scarred hand would rise to ever so lightly rest against Damian's head when it hung miserably. Hearing the defeat in Robin's voice gutted him on a visceral level.]

[wing_of_night]

My mun has been kind of out of the loop here lately. ...Do I want to know what's going on?

[therealrobin]

It's only the latest in a long line of tragedies.

Rumor is another bird will be joining Todd in the afterlife. I can understand Todd dying. He was expendable. But the other bird? The better Robin? The infinitely-superior Robin?

[Behold, Damian's secret-keeping ability. What can he say? He's better protecting Batman's secret than his own.]

[wing_of_night]

[Considering how well death stuck to Jason, who is running around the cosmos with his ex-fiancee... well, let's just say he's not on the best of terms with Jason. Still, this troubles him. He's going to keep his voice as calm as possible, slipping into his own Batman-persona.]

Who, Damian? There have been five Robins. I'm going to need a bit more to go on.

[trainedbythebat]

Damian...

(Not even Tim would wish this upon Damian, despite their shared loathing dislike of each other. He's smart enough not to say 'I'm sorry,' either.)

[therealrobin]

[Oh, wonderful. And now the hated pity train is rolling into the station.]

[Damian's demeanor drops by several degrees.]

Drake.

[trainedbythebat]

(No hugs, at least not from Tim; he might end up missing his arms or a few fingers afterward. Instead, hand to shoulder? Seems safe enough.)

It won't be forever. You know that, right?

[crownprinceofpavement]

Well. That's a fucking tough break, little D.

[therealrobin]

[Damian glowers at Todd. This is not the person he wanted to see. The boy who had died only to come back to murder people - and get away with it - even though Father was against killing. And then to masquerade as an ally. Tt.]

At least I'll die as a hero rather than the Joker's prop, Todd.

[jungle_cat]

We can threaten them? I wasn't aware of this.

[therealrobin]

You can threaten them, sure.

Though whether you're clever enough to get away with it, I obviously can't say.

[ichoosefight]

Can I hug you without getting stabbed?

[ Please? You know she's not going to get another chance in canon. ]

[therealrobin]

Tt.

[Damon side-eyes her. As much as he likes Stephanie (which isn't saying much, since that basically means he doesn't loathe her and can stand to be around her without feeling like killing her), he also has his pride.]

I'm not supposed to kill people anymore.

[That should be enough of a warning, he thinks. He'd hate to be mistaken for cuddly.]

[evenrobin]

Fuck, not you too.

[therealrobin]

So it appears.

Though it's likely that I won't be dead as long as you were.

[Neener neener neeeeeener...]

[dorkwonder]

[What does he even say? He's probably one of the last people Damian wants to talk to, but he has to say something. Things had slowly been getting better between the two of them, they managed to fight against prime together without attempting to throttle the other.]

There are some decent places out there. Where is your mun thinking of sending you to?

[therealrobin]

[Drake isn't entirely correct about him being the last person Damian wants to talk to. The Joker is still alive, after all. Otherwise...]

[On the other hand, it seems that Drake might actually make himself useful this time around.]

A community called cape_kore. She would have to age me up, though. [And Damian doesn't want to be a ten-year-old in an eighteen-year-old's body.]

These "decent places" you know about. What are they? [Damian's tone is still petulant, almost accusing. If Drake wants Damian to believe him, he'll have to cough up the goods.]