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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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[He's not even sure how to deal with this, emotionally. It's been a long past few months. He has felt both here and there, he has gaps in his memories from losses, and he's been trusting someone he shouldn't have trusted in the slightest. All of it for nothing, he didn't even get a dad out of it, no matter how crummy of a dad he was.]

I said I'm tired of this. [grit teeth. He's hurting so bad, and keeping himself angry is the easiest way to stave it off] Forget all of it. Forget being Robin. There's no point in any of this if it's never going to work right.

So move. I'm leaving.

[Pulling on the heartstrings, kiddo. He really screwed up, and this could be a really big mess if Hush is able to get people on his side, but Damian didn't deserve to be put in this position or to feel like this.

She'd heard him say similar things before, and she had tried to assure him that things would get better. Generally? Things were sort of very bad right now.]

C'mere. [She says that, but she's the one moving forward, hoping he won't bust her ribs or kick her when she goes to pull him into a hug.]

[He lets her, even if he's angry. Angry that there's been more lecturing than retribution. More talking than fighting. More emotional exertion than physical exertion. Angry that she's still blocking the door when he just wants to go to Uru's and curl up on her couch and hide for a bit.

He leans his head against her chest and holds onto her arm with one hand, quietly, closing his eyes.]

Why can't it really be him, just once?

Because this place sucks.

[It's the only thing she can come up with. She hugs him tightly, glad that she's able to do so without a fight. Ultimately, she thinks it's better to have no Bruce at all than to have that thing that looked like Bruce but really wasn't. The last Bruce, at least, was reliable despite not being theirs.]

I'm so sorry, Damian. I really am.

[He scowls and peers up at her at that.]

Then stop yelling at me.

I didn't yell, thank you very much.

[Don't... ruin... the... moment...]

[grumble.]

Fine. Lectured.

I'm still going to stay with Uru.

[That hurts a little, but whatever. No big deal.

Except it is. She doesn't want Damian sneaking off to have some more fun with Hush.]

Then I'm going with you.

[He slips out of her arms. He wasn't planning that, anyway.]

Fine. Get your things, let's go.

[She ruffles his hair as she goes to grab a bag and stuff her PJs into it.

... when she opens her dresser, she tucks the gun in there. She'll deal with that later.]

[He watches her do that, but he doesn't say shit.]

[She grabs her toothbrush and whatnot, then she's good to go.]

Let's go get your stuff.

[He nods and opens the door.]

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