( Damian knew enough about Richard's life before he joined his father. He'd never asked for details but had done his own research instead. But being give the information now filled in pieces Damian had never had in his puzzle about Richard. Feelings and sentiments he never knew how to ask about.
But what it all came down to, it felt like, was the outfit was a trophy of sorts. A dedication to what once was. The same as all the things he collected as proof of his past victories. )
I understand.
( Richard's explanation brought certain memories to the front of his mind the longer he stared at the words.
Almost a handful of years ago, he'd collect 365 trophies as proof of his legacy. A show of his strength and an act to instill fear in his name. His vault was a reminder of everything he had been, everything he could have been.
Returning all those pieces to their proper place was meant to be the only way he could erase those memories, get rid of that part of himself.
It was the exact opposite of what Richard wanted to do with his old Robin uniform. )
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But what it all came down to, it felt like, was the outfit was a trophy of sorts. A dedication to what once was. The same as all the things he collected as proof of his past victories. )
I understand.
( Richard's explanation brought certain memories to the front of his mind the longer he stared at the words.
Almost a handful of years ago, he'd collect 365 trophies as proof of his legacy. A show of his strength and an act to instill fear in his name. His vault was a reminder of everything he had been, everything he could have been.
Returning all those pieces to their proper place was meant to be the only way he could erase those memories, get rid of that part of himself.
It was the exact opposite of what Richard wanted to do with his old Robin uniform. )
Did you pick the name "Robin"?