[Damian Wayne || Nightmare/a dash of audio || Sixteenth Swing] //warning

[thebat_brat]

[Warning: violence against children, abuse, death.]

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[notasidedick]

Where. Are. You?

Do not avoid this question Damian. I am in no mood to have you skirt this question.

[notasidedick]

It still survived though.

[The fact that Jason and Dick haven't scuffled or killed each other. Now that's a feat considering how small this enclosed space really is.]

Nat-whoops. That's not something you get to know. [Because he knows if you found out who he fought with, you'd also find out how much damage he took in because of it.]

[thebat_brat]

Thus why it should end now.

[Terrible save.]

Nat-whoops? Nat-whom?

[notasidedick]

Good luck with that.

[Going to browse the books now. He's going to be stubborn.]

Nat-I'm not telling you. Why do you want to know? [It's this again.]

[thebat_brat]

[Fine with the brat. He aint talking.]

You expect me to be unable to find a facility-rat, whose name starts with Nat, when there's only roughly 200 people here?

You think little of me.

[notasidedick]

It isn't that big of a deal. It happened weeks ago, and nothing serious happened other the a small tussle.

[You can probably tell when Dick is lying. He's a terrible liar really.

And going momentarily blind for a few days and having a broken arm is more then just a tussle in the first place.]

[thebat_brat]

And-- you didn't mention this to me...?

[notasidedick]

I didn't mention this to anyone.

[Tim doesn't count because he got the information from Natsuo.] If anything, no one would have really known but I guess I kind of got ratted out. [To Tim, the hugest mother hen ever.]

[thebat_brat]

But-- it did come out. And no one clued me in?

I thought we were 'partners.'

[Suddenly this discussion ISN'T ABOUT HIM.]

[notasidedick]

If you got clued in, you would have killed the other person.

[He probably didn't mean to say it that way, because now it's implying that this just wasn't some tiny fist fight or anything.] To be honest, I didn't really hear from you that week either.

[thebat_brat]

[It's implying both that, and that Damian's just as homicidal as he always was, which might be true. He stiffens.]

I would have 'killed him?' [You also told him it was a boy. Also watch as he ignores that last part. ]

[notasidedick]

Fuck. [He didn't even mean that. This week really is getting to him.

He just sinks down to a sitting position rubbing his temples. good job Grayson. Ruining everything as usual.] That's not what I meant. I-this was a terrible idea.

[thebat_brat]

[Damian is also being an ass.]

Talking to me was a terrible idea?

[Yeah. He's being an asshole.]

[notasidedick]

[Oh yes. Because he needs your sass right now Damian.]

You don't think it was? You seemed intent on trying to get me off your back.

[Why was he even bothering Damian? Because he was worried? God, Damian had it together better then he did right now. He's just forcing himself onto the other at this point.]

[thebat_brat]

Just trying to be sure I understand your objectives, Grayson. Or lack thereof.

[He takes a book off the self with just a little too much force. Not exactly Dick, but he's dealt with these dreams for going on three months.]

[notasidedick]

Maybe I just wanted your company for once. Maybe I could be worried about you. Hell, maybe I'm just a mess.

[All three are correct if you were wondering.

Although to be honest, the only knew nightmare is him dying. All the rest have been accumulations over the years of working his job.]