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paradisalost2011-12-04 11:35 pm
batfail.livejournal.com) wrote in paradisalost2011-12-04 11:35 pm
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[The walk to Steph's room had been quiet. She didn't say anything, just kept a hand on Damian in case he decided to bolt. She wanted to believe he wouldn't do that, but she wanted to believe a lot of things about him. One being that he wouldn't take a gun and try to kill someone. Even if that someone was a terrible person.
She's not sure what to do with him. She's still stinging over the fact that they had been fooled for so long by Hush, pretending to be Bruce. And now this. Just when she thought they had hit the bottom...]
Sit down, Damian.
[Her voice is oddly firm as they enter her room. She has to be the adult, make sure Damian realizes what he did--almost did--and how much shit he could be in now.]
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Then stop yelling at me.
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[Don't... ruin... the... moment...]
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Fine. Lectured.
I'm still going to stay with Uru.
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Except it is. She doesn't want Damian sneaking off to have some more fun with Hush.]
Then I'm going with you.
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Fine. Get your things, let's go.
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... when she opens her dresser, she tucks the gun in there. She'll deal with that later.]
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Let's go get your stuff.
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