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[demon_brat]

Does it not occur to you that it may be for the better? I would prove beyond the shadow of a doubt what I chose and what matters to me, and there won't be anyone who can undo it. No more questions.

Just... peace.

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[bodilesswarrior]

No, you're probably the prize player. You just don't know it. [A dry, hard smile.] He pulls that shit, sometimes.

[demon_brat]

Any play I make is against his express orders. Which I already broke once only to hear that, then he reinforced them.

[Translation: I don't believe in him anymore.]

[bodilesswarrior]

I wish I could tell you what he's playing at. But whatever it is - it does not mean you're destined for destruction. You're a hero, Damian, you have been for a long time.

[demon_brat]

[HOW does she know the things to say that. Scrape right on the sore spots? His mouth is dry, because he wants to be reassured by that, but what he's heard twice now, the first time right before he got tossed down from the penthouse of the Wayne Tower, just echo in his mind all that more loudly. His voice is barely above a whisper as he repeats them.]

Or maybe merely a pawn sent by my Mother to tear everything he's worked for apart.

[bodilesswarrior]

The thing about pawns, Damian, if they makes the right moves, they can be kings. [A true smile, this time.] Or queens.

[demon_brat]

No, thank you. I already turned that down.

[A new Alexander, walking proud to tame the world. His mother's dream for him. The one he's not going back to.]