[ Its never not a little startling to see his own signature there in someone else. But it's there in this boy. In his sharp grace and confidence. He sees Bruce too, eery shades of him, and he remembers the name Jason had given him. Damian Wayne.
But the boy is also himself. There's a style there all his own; a sureness that suggests a whole lot more experience than he would have assumed given... everything else he was told. Which is nothing, he's starting to realize, with an odd, sinking sensation. He knows nothing.
The kid's also left him an opening he's going to lose in a second. Dick breaks his reverie and swings back up towards the sky.
His style is close, so close to the other Dick Grayson's that differences only really show as shadows. But the years longer he'd had as Robin were years he hadn't had with the circus, and for this Dick Grayson those years had begun in childhood. The shades of Bruce run deeper, and there's a sharp precision to the way he dispatches the blow that knocks the final monster off its trajectory. It crashes into the fire escape with Dick still latched to his back, and this time he dives with an elaborate flip that's all Grayson. He lands with ease close to Damian, grinning now in spite of himself. The kid knows how to take point, alright. ]
Yes! Double play. [ For a moment his gloved hand comes out in a gesture that's almost a high five, before he abruptly thinks better of it and let's it drop.
After a moment: ]
...I was wondering if you'd see where I was going with that.
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But the boy is also himself. There's a style there all his own; a sureness that suggests a whole lot more experience than he would have assumed given... everything else he was told. Which is nothing, he's starting to realize, with an odd, sinking sensation. He knows nothing.
The kid's also left him an opening he's going to lose in a second. Dick breaks his reverie and swings back up towards the sky.
His style is close, so close to the other Dick Grayson's that differences only really show as shadows. But the years longer he'd had as Robin were years he hadn't had with the circus, and for this Dick Grayson those years had begun in childhood. The shades of Bruce run deeper, and there's a sharp precision to the way he dispatches the blow that knocks the final monster off its trajectory. It crashes into the fire escape with Dick still latched to his back, and this time he dives with an elaborate flip that's all Grayson. He lands with ease close to Damian, grinning now in spite of himself. The kid knows how to take point, alright. ]
Yes! Double play. [ For a moment his gloved hand comes out in a gesture that's almost a high five, before he abruptly thinks better of it and let's it drop.
After a moment: ]
...I was wondering if you'd see where I was going with that.