( There was a truth to Richard's words that Damian couldn't deny. He wasn't a shining beacon of hope by any means, and he never wanted to be. But there was still something less menacing about a younger face behind a mask and contrasting Batman with lighter colors that some people saw as something to welcome rather than fear. He would always be more agile and quick-footed than his father, an assassin just out of reach of a kill, even if the rest of the world never saw that.
Reading everything Richard has set him was reassuring in a way he hadn't expected, gave him a subtle approval he'd never realized he needed. And he was grateful for that, even if he didn't voice it or express it in text. A part of him felt he should, and for a split second, he almost did.
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Reading everything Richard has set him was reassuring in a way he hadn't expected,
gave him a subtle approval he'd never realized he needed. And he was grateful for that, even if he didn't voice it or express it in text. A part of him felt he should,
and for a split second, he almost did.
Instead, his only response was: )
You didn't answer my question, Richard.