( As Damian watched Richard moved, the motions seemed to flow in slow motion. The grace and precision were undeniable. It fascinated Damian in its own way, how different Richard had always been compared to the Robins that followed him. The more he watched him, the more he was reminded of why he preferred Richard to so many others. There was something about the way he moved, how he carried himself - friendly but confident. Powerful enough in character and stature to wear his father's cowl.
When he finally landed, started to speak, Damian pulled himself from his thoughts to level the man with an even stare. It felt like he was watching a memory, the way Richard's hand moved before he dropped it. A high five that he would rarely, if ever, return. The Richard he was used to wouldn't have bothered with that sort of gesture when they'd moved past that.
This was a man whose arms he'd literally jumped into after finding out Richard had never died. They were beyond high fives and distant grins. )
What's wrong with you? ( There was a sharpness to his tone, a way that said he wasn't interested in idle chit chat. He wanted an explanation, a hint of an understanding of why he hadn't been greeted properly. )
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When he finally landed, started to speak, Damian pulled himself from his thoughts to level the man with an even stare. It felt like he was watching a memory, the way Richard's hand moved before he dropped it. A high five that he would rarely, if ever, return. The Richard he was used to wouldn't have bothered with that sort of gesture when they'd moved past that.
This was a man whose arms he'd literally jumped into after finding out Richard had never died. They were beyond high fives and distant grins. )
What's wrong with you? ( There was a sharpness to his tone, a way that said he wasn't interested in idle chit chat. He wanted an explanation, a hint of an understanding of why he hadn't been greeted properly. )