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Introduction 🪶
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Damian Al Ghul Wayne
He/Him Pronouns.
Bat Hawk.
The vigilante Robin, heir to Batman.
// cw: this blog will most likely feature canon typical abuse, violence, torture, death, child abuse, ritualistic abuse, suicide and self harm, etc
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OCC/BG INFO:
scruff
hes ALMOST 3 apples tall
NO YOU CAN'T LOOK THROUGH HIS BOOKSHELF. AND THERE'S NOTHING EVEN INTERESTING IN IT OK. SO STOP ASKING
Little comic I did on this drawing :)
Shoutout to the al Ghuls (and honorary Jason)
*It had been a while since Damian had broken into Jason's apartment and Jason came back from the mission and found him. After convincing him to stay with Jason he had mostly been getting the groceries to restock all his food after his mission and also to make as much food from home to stuff the kid with since he hasnt even eaten much since he broke in and while Alfred is a good food he still doesnt know how to make the kind from the League.
Jason also bought some food for Alfred the Cat and some food bowls, all approved by Damian but he could tell the kid was missing the rest of his pets.
He checked in with the bats after he came back to see how things were since Damian was missing and safe to say it was.. bad. He spied on Bruce and Dick arguing which without Damian around to keep Dick civil with Bruce (which apparently didnt matter when Jason was a kid) the fight was bad and clearly not their first one.
Bruce is obviously livid and even called Talia to see if she knew were the kid was, thinking he ran off to the league. Dick is angry at Bruce and concerned out of his mind about how the kid is. He even managed to get Tim wrapped in who may have not been as close with the kid as Dick but was clearly concerned as well, helping him try find him and making theories. It was bad.
He's more concerned about what to do with school and while he would happily keep Damian with him the kid has friends and a life with news articles already covering where the youngest Wayne son is. Alfred has clearly given some kind of excuse for school at least to explain his absence.
Currently, however. Jason thankfully doesnt have to think about that because hes just asleep in bed, curled up with his wings covering him. He would honestly prefer to sleep on the floor but Damian is sleeping in his nest right now. He offered the spare room Jason has but he knows he keeps sneaking into the nest during the night.*
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*Damian is...doing fine he supposes. Things have been less stressful living with Jason, but part of him has begun to...miss everyone, has begun to feel like he's just taking up room and making things harder for Jason.
He doesn't have much with him besides his drawing stuff and Alfred the cat, and some clothes. Though besides Jason's hoodie most of it is uncomfortable dress shirts and pants and his school uniform, considering Father never bought him anything besides stuff he needed to wear to go out of the house.
He sleeps in Jason's extra room some nights but then he gets...nightmares, or just- becomes scared of being alone for whatever pathetic reason it is, so he sneaks into Jason's nest, hiding in his wings. Jason never mentions it or has told him to refrain from the unruly behavior so he...hasn't stopped.
He's even begun doing it on instinct instead of when he feels like he needs it, getting up in the middle of the night to lay next to Jason. He knows Jason wakes up when he does it, but he never tells him to leave. So Damian just curls up beside him.
Tonight is one of those nights, he's brought Alfred with him as well, placing the kitten in the nest and curling up next to Jason, using his wings almost like a blanket as he drifts off again...
There are flashes of pain behind his eyes, of men screaming and yelling, of blood splattering against the ground, laughs of adults as they drink and eat like there isn't a rotting corpse laid on the floor beside Damian. He grips his sword and fights back but he's done something wrong again- and Mother is abandoning him and Father is yelling, and saying he's horrible and selfish and he will never be good, never know empathy. Damian searches for hours for a pearl, one from his grandmother's necklace, for Father. Only to be called incapable of ever caring for another beside himself.
There's pain spreading on his back and against his wings and he bites his lip so he doesn't scream as he's whipped and punished. He's not sure for what reason, but all he knows is he's wrong and he deserves it- and then he's learning from a new tutor, a woman, Jason isn't around, other duties, probably ones of a general. The woman takes Damian to a river, far away from home.
He messes things up, some small mistake. He's seven years old.
She tries to drown him under the water and he kicks and screams, his head is beneath water and she's holding her hands over his throat and he shouts before picking up some large stone from the water and hitting her in the face, continuously slamming it into her head as he chokes on the lasting water in his lungs- he screams and-
His eyes fly open with a choked shout, wings going to hide him closely as he backs away, grabbing at his arms and breathing harshly, because there's water in his lungs and he can't breathe and Jason isn't here to help him, and he shrinks back against the wall, grabbing at himself as he wheezes almost.*
Alright...
*Damian mumbles, before going to pick up Alfred again, his shoes tied now. He picks up the cat and puts him on the windowsill of the apartment to look out the window. It's a day where it isn't raining in Gotham, but of course it's sad and dreary out still, clouded and gray. Though there are some activities that pass by their window that Alfred seems to be interested in, air and foot traffic mostly, and Damian enjoys watching the people in the city do as they please.
He stays there, simply observing as Alfred places his paws against the glass every now and again and meowing. Damian perks up and looks over when Jason comes back finally, glancing at Alfred for a moment before huffing and taking the cat and basically tossing the animal onto the couch, who seems entirely unbothered by this.*
Let us go then?
*Jason ties his laces before watching Damian, noting the paw prints on the window which he finds cute before watching as Damian practically chucks the cat onto the couch. He guesses cats do really land on their feet. He laughs at the situation, bringing a clawed hand over his face before quickly composing himself when Damian speaks*
Lets..
*He says with a small chuckle, opening the door and relocking everything behind the two of them before walking down the steps, finding his motorcycle in the alley he hid it in and taking it out.
After some consideration he decides to just pick Damian up and plop him on the bike despite knowing very well he could get on himself, ruffling the kids hair before following after and putting on his helmet. Its made to fit his face wings obviously similar to the Red Hood helmet so its not too uncomfortable*
Ready, Dami?
*Damian follows him, looking around a little but staying close by Jason for the most part. He yelps a little when Jason picks him up and puts him down on the bike but doesn't protest, instead simply allowing it and putting his head up after Jason ruffles his hair, rolling his eyes.*
Ready...
*He mumbles, letting Jason start the bike and go where they're intending to go.*
*Jason snorts at the reaction, bringing Damians hands around him so the kid doesnt fall*
Tuck your wings and lets go then
*He grins in the helmet though the tilt of his head and tone of his voice give it away without even seeing his face. After hes sure Damian is secure he starts the motorcycle and speeds off, making sure not to be as fast as he usually would since Damian and the extra weight is there but taking some safe short cuts till they arrive at the large shopping centre.*
*Damian huffs but does as he's told, covering his head with his hood for now and staying still for the ride until they get to the shopping centre. He makes a small face at the building but only huffs and gets off of the bike, looking towards Jason a bit curiously if anything.*
Do we have a list of things we need?
*He questions, brows furrowed a little. The sound might be bad inside, which vaguely worries him, but he's not weak. He can handle some loud noises.*
Of course, I'm not an animal.
*Jason rolls a bit before looking between Damian and the building. Hes never really likes shopping, hes never wanted much other than stability and all the price tags overwhelmed him. Its better now that he knows he can afford basically anything but he still finds himself wanting a good deal for quality. He really doesnt see the appeal but grabs his bag and enters the mall anyways.*
First we'll get you some clothes, hm?
*Damian makes a small face at that but nods, following after Jason as much as he can, trying to meet Jason's longer stride. He glances around a bit, sticking to Jason's side mostly.*
Why do I need more clothing?
*He questions, tilting his head a bit. Sure he doesn't have entire wardrobe with him, but he has enough that he only needs to wash his clothing once a week so far, and he doesn't change into anything to sleep so that makes for less clothing to wash. He had pajamas at the manor, but they weren't exactly things he was pleased to wear, he wasn't a fan of silk, it didn't feel comfortable if anything. He tended to avoid wearing them, which seemed to translate into what he decided to pack when he ran away.*
*Jason makes sure to slow his pace, not noticeable but taking smaller steps so he seems to be walking as fast but doesnt reach the same distance as he normally would. He tilts his head to Damian at the question, smiling a bit*
Well, proper pants are probably needed.. also shoes otherwise its up to you if you wanna get anything else.
*He knows Damian is someone who tries to live on the bare minimum, not taking too much space or too much at all. Jason was too but that was more circumstance.
They need to get at least that, maybe some headphones or earmuffs somewhere?*
I see...I thought these were proper. The shoes are still functional, Father did not give me any other pairs so I thought that was all you needed?
*Damian says, he winces a bit at some noises around them but hides the action by going to adjust his hood a little and walk a little closer to Jason, almost as if he wants to hold onto Jason's hand but he doesn't. He looks almost suspiciously at their surroundings, like something in the mall could attack him.*
*Jason brings a wing around Damian, not blocking his sight but around his back sort of like a side hug as they walk. The noises from all the people hear are probably overwhelming him but the store should be better.
Birds are the most common and majority of people are some species of them with bats being something extremely rare with only the Waynes really being known for them.*
Yeah but those are school clothes, you wouldnt wear your pyjamas outside, now would you? Similar with your uniform.
*He explains, leading Damian over to the clothes shop. Jason makes sure to explain everything to Damian or at least as much as and in a way he can tell the kid. He deserves to be treated like a person.*
Right...but my pants are not for school. They are for other things. The shoes I suppose I understand...can I...get sneakers? Like the ones Jonathan has?
*He says with a slight tilt to his head, he almost seems nervous at the idea, putting his hands in his hoodie pocket and looking up at Jason with a slight purse to his lips.
Jonathan definitely seems to dress differently, and he has pointed this out before, but Damian had thought it was because Jonathan was allowed to have more colorful and comfortable items whereas Damian is not. He was able to accept that, but he still...wishes somewhat that maybe Jason will allow at least the want for sneakers.
They aren't exactly comfortable but they've always looked cool...and Damian enjoys the laced look on his costume, it's why he chose them over the boots most of the others wear with their costumes. He was given freedom to design what he wanted by Grayson, so he...indulged.*
*Jason smiles fondly at that, humming.*
Yeah, you'll have to pick your clothes out, I've been told I have no fashion taste anyways. Go look
*He sighs dramatically at the last part, leading Damian into the store. He phrases it as once again Jasons fault and Damian helping him out by choosing for himself so the kid wont feel too much pressure to buy what Jason deems ok even though he doesnt mind as long as the kid is comfortable and happy.
Its hopefully less loud in here at least and he greets the man at the counter. They seem to be some breed of pigeon but Jason doesnt mind, folding up his wings and tell him that he and his brother are just going to look around before walking back over to Damian. He can tell the man is suspicious of Jason due to him being a vulture but ignores it, bringing a wing around Damians back to protect him from the man eyeing Jason's gaze.*
*Damian snickers a little at that, following Jason inside the store and glaring a bit at the man at the counter, huffing and grabbing Jason's hand to drag him inside and away from him. He's not sure what he's looking for or what he's allowed to get, but he looks around a little idly in the boy's section, frowning a little and staying close to Jason if anything.
He decides the shoes would be easier and tugs on Jason's sleeve a little to bring him to the shoes section. He looks around at the different sneakers and things for a bit, not speaking but seeming to be in deep thought and contemplation about the options if anything. He ends up finding some green sneakers that look nice, and looks up at Jason.*
I don't know my size.
*He says a little quietly, looking anxious...or well, he looks angry, but Jason can tell the underlying emotion there, considering the boy tends to look angry.*
*Jason is surprised when Damian grabs his hand and basically drags him along, laughing a bit and using his other hand to hide his face before composing himself and following. Hes not really interested and just wants Damian to buy whatever.
He nods when his sleeve is pulled, continuing to follow Damian into the shoes section and letting him hold on to Jason if he wishes. He hums when Damian speaks, glancing at the shoes but honestly not caring much.*
Well, are the shoes you have on right now comfortable? We can go up or down a size if not.
*Damian frowns, looking down at his feet with an almost determined look.*
I suppose they're a little small now.
*He mumbles. The shoes were the ones he had gotten when he first stopped homeschooling about a year ago, replacing his older dress shoes that he thinks were donated or thrown out. He's fairly certain Pennyworth had measured his feet beforehand.*
I don't know the size of these. Pennyworth bought them somewhere without my knowledge before I started attending school. Some sort of custom made thing I believe.
*That seems to be a strange steady theme with Damian's things, they are high quality and expensive, but theres always some lack to them. High quality and expensive button up shirts and pants, yet nothing comfortable. Shoes that are expensive and custom made yet they're the only shoes he has, and he hasn't gotten new ones in a while.*
Ah.. That makes sense. Well, then we'll have to do it the trial and error way.
*He hums, looking at the different shoes and trying to calculate which ones would best fit Damians feet and claws. After some consideration he picks out some, they have a good enough amount of claw space and should be around his size though he doubts it will work the first try.*
Wear these, walk around in them a bit and see. Make sure to tell me if they are too big or small or if you need more claw space.
*Jason says, handing the shoes to Damian and waiting for him to try them on. The employee from before is still there and eyeing him, probably thinking he might grab the shoes and fly off but he ignores it, focusing on Damian.*
*Damian nods, moving to put the shoes on and huffs when he notices the eyes on them, he glares again at the employee, tugging on his hood a little before moving to walk around and move with the shoes on.
His claws feel more comfortable in these ones compared to the scuffed up dress shoes, and he fiddles with the laces a little, they seem to be a bit too short which is annoying, considering he likes the shoes.*
These feel okay...
*He says softly, twisting his lips a little as he seems to think.*
Do they have different shoe laces?
*Jason watches as Damian puts on the shoes, noticing Damian glaring at the employee and looking back at them, giving a small smile before pressing his lips together and just continuing to watch as Damian walks around in him. He doesnt really want to scare them or anything especially since they'll have to check out and pay and he doesnt exactly want to get kicked out like he sometimes does.*
We can always take the laces out and buy new ones or use your old ones if you'd like?
*He hums, tilting his head and looking at the shoes. Jason would ask but he doesnt think that will really help the intimidation part.*
Hm...I'd like ones that are white to match the shoe better.
*Damian mumbles, looking shy or nervous at the admission, he fiddles with his hoodie strings a bit, looking down at the shoes a bit. He doesn't want to bother Jason or make him buy more than he needs to. He huffs.*
I can just deal with the old ones if needed.
*He says, going to take the shoes off and change back into his other shoes again.*
*Jason hums, agreeing before looking over to the employee and sighing. Hopefully having a kid with him will make this interaction more civil*
We're already here anyways let me just see.. you look for some pants?
*He crouches down to pick up the discarded shoes, tilting his head to the pants section for Damian to go to while he handles this. He just needs to go up to the counter and ask for different coloured shoelaces and hopefully that wont be a big deal.*
*Damian frowns a little, watching Jason leave and looking around anxiously. He didn't want him to leave him alone, but he doesn't protest and walks to the pants section, pulling a little on his hoodie strings and looking at the different pants in the clothing isle.
He chews on his lip a bit, not really considering any of the options in front of him and mostly just staring forward until Jason comes back, every so often scanning his surroundings. He can hear everyone else in the store and also the mumble of conversation that he recognizes as Jason and someone else, as well as a few others in the store, and the activity outside of the store, as well as music playing over an intercom, and it just...feels like a lot. Too much, really. He tugs on his hood as if it could muffle the noise somehow.*
*Jason walks over to the guy, trying to look a bit friendly or really anything that'll make him not look at him with that mix of fear, disgust and like hes somehow an inferior wild animal but ignores it anyways to just do this quickly.
Thankfully, despite their customer service not being the friendliest he quickly gets the new, white and longer laces and puts them on the shoes before letting Jason pay (while eyeing his money like he robbed a bank which to be fair he got it from other illegal means). The speed was probably just because they wanted Jason out as soon as possible but unluckily for them Jason walks over to Damian, noting him just,, staring at the selection.*
Habibi.. do you like anything?
*Damian looks over to him and sighs a bit, moving to hide behind him a little and stare at the clothing with a vengeance. He shrugs a bit and keep his shoulders up a bit near his ears, glancing around a little and grabbing onto Jason's jacket a bit, his hold light as he does.*
I don't know.
*He mumbles it, soft enough you could almost miss it with the other noises, though Damian feels like he's almost yelling, anxiously messing with his hood a bit more.*
*Jason is surprised by the movement but brings a wing around Damian’s back, resting a clawed hand gently on his shoulder*
That’s OK.. how about we start with sweatpants, just something for when you’re at home? Nice and comfy.
*He says slowly and softly, crouching down so he’s at around eye level with Damian. He doesn’t want to overwhelm him with choices and honestly he thought being out of the league would help Damian with that but he thinks the manor and just everything made it worse.*
Okay...that sounds good.
*Damian mumbles, not looking at Jason and instead staring at his feet a little. He's only worn sweatpants once and it was because he had to borrow some of Jonathan's pajamas while spending the night because he had embarrassingly forgotten pajamas. They were...comfortable though, he liked them better than the silk pajamas.*
Father never...is it okay?
*He asks, feeling anxious and looking around as if Father could randomly appear and reprimand him for even thinking about doing something like this. Father had never explicitly said he wasn't allowed to have clothes like this, but he also never bought them for him...even though Drake and Thomas seemed to have them. He was certain it was a rule specific to him and was the type he should know already and that one isn't supposed to question.*
*Jason presses his lips together at that comment looking away for a moment seeming mad before his face quickly corrects himself.*
Well, I’m not B. You don’t have to follow their rules while you’re with me, ok?
*He says softly, pressing their foreheads together for a second to show he’s not mad, not at Damian anyways. Of course Bruce would do something like that. He doesn’t think he would make it an outright rule though then again maybe Bruce has been getting worse not better. He made Damian promise to tell Jason if Bruce laid a hand on him and he hoped Damian has kept that because if not..*
*Damian looks up at Jason a bit curiously before seeming to relax a little and resting his head against Jason's back, a little below and to the side of his wings, still holding onto the fabric of his jacket.*
Alright...thank you, Akhi.
*He says quietly, moving to pull the sleeves of his hoodie over his hands a bit and looking over at the different pants selections now that he's not too panicked or anything. They look fine. most seem to be jeans which Damian has always despised. The texture of denim seems torturous. He's not sure what they are looking for so he doesn't move much, only peaking out from behind Jason.*
*Jason smiles softly down at Damian, putting a clawed hand softly on his shoulder and bringing his wing around Damians back*
No problem, Habibi. You want to go to a different section?
*He hums, noticing Damian doesnt seem interested in anything. He recalls the kid complaining about the texture of jeans one time so none of this will probably be something he'd feel comfortable in. They can go to a different store or just keep looking here. The former might be better considering the fact he can still feel eyes on him occasionally.*
I...would like something less...denim, yes
*He jokes quietly, rolling his eyes but staying close to Jason still. He looks around some more but most of the clothes they can see from this area seem to be boys shorts, jeans or khakis. Which is...not what Damian wants in the slightest really.*
I don't think they have any sweatpants...or- lounge wear I suppose.
*He mumbles, seeming a little more comfortable now that he's holding onto Jason but still slightly like he'd rather just run away and hide.*
*Jason snorts, bringing his hand up to rake through Damians hair a bit. It seems like Damian is basically hiding behind Jason to protect himself from the clothes which is cute but a bit sad.*
How about we go somewhere else? I already paid for the shoes.
*He hums, picking up the bag for the shoes in question which he left on the seat and looking back down at Damian, tilting his head in question*
Okay...I don't care.
*He rolls his eyes a little and looks down with a small huff. He holds onto Jason a bit tighter when he moves, like he might let go of him and leave him there. He doesn't look him in the eyes though, glaring a little at his feet and grits his teeth.*
He just wants to get the stuff and go already. He doesn't know why he thought this would be nice, or that leaving the house would be a good idea, now he just feels overwhelmed and doesn't want to do any of this.*
*Jason sees his discomfort, sighing a bit before picking Damian up and ruffling his hair, making a small coo and nuzzling his face before taking the bag and leaving the store, making sure to keep a wing between Damian and the shop owner. Maybe a break would be good.*
Is it loud?
*He whispers softly, hanging the bag on his arm so he can brush the hair out of Damians face and put his hands over his ears while cupping it. Earmuffs might make the rest of the trip more bearable*
*Damian at first tenses at the movement but he leans into it, hiding his face in Jason's shoulder a little as he does. He chirps back but it's a little weak and is able to show his discomfort more. He's not good at controlling the tone of the noises considering he's mainly been taught never to make them.
He's thankful when Jason puts his hands over his ears, making a soft whimpering sound almost as he does and not looking at him. He nods in response however, squeezing onto Jason a bit more.*
*Jason frowns, heart aching a bit at the baby bird's discomfort, continuing to cover his ears and making his way over to a nearby store for accessories, he greets the owner who looks more confused than anything before walking over to the changing room, entering one of them and placing Damian down on the stoll, still hugging him close.
Its much quieter here so hopefully it gives Damian a chance to calm down a bit. Instead of talking Jason lets out a small coo after a while to see if Damian will respond.*
*Damian hugs Jason only opening his eyes at the change of setting and the sound of Jason speaking to someone. He looks around the changing room a bit but stays in Jasons wings. He takes a few breathes and tries to not lose it. He's usually better with the noise but it's been worse lately, and he doesn't know why. He still feels like he's somehow becoming weaker and he doesn't know why.
After a second or two he squeaks a bit, clicking as his wings twitch a little. He sighs a little and leans on Jason.*
Sorry.
*He whispers.*
*Jason just holds him close and in his wings, clicking back softly when Damian does and brushing his hair back, working his way through it before turning to preen a few feathers that were ready to come out.*
Its fine.
*He coos softly, nuzzling Damians face. Hopefully he feels more calm now that its quiet. Jason definitely needs to get those earmuffs for him. At home its quiet so being overwhelmed by all the noise outside probably caused this.*
*Damian's breathing seems to calm but he stays in Jason's hold, not making any sign of moving really. It's nicer in here and he doesn't have to deal with all the noise...he's ruined the shopping trip, he probably shouldn't have come along in the first place if anything. He doesn't voice this, just sighing a little and hiding his face a bit.
The hold and touch are comforting and the noise is somewhat muffled in here, but it's still not great and he moves to cover his ears after a few moments, his hood down now that Jason is messing with his hair and all. He doesn't move to stop him or anything though, leaning into it almost.*
*Jason eventually moves to sit down instead with Damian in his lap, still stable in his hold and wings. He just continues to preen Damians wings or at least as much as they need since they didnt in the morning, letting out a few small coos as he does so. He brings one hand over Damians when he covers his ears, making sure not to make any noises himself and instead nuzzling him every now and again.*
*Eventually Damian takes his hands away slowly, looking up at Jason with a face that looks...like he's contemplating if anything. He frowns a bit., still seeming uncomfortable but not as intensely as before.*
I didn't...mean to disrupt the shopping trip.
*He looks away, speaking softly and looking almost anxious, shifting his legs so they're up by his chest, his wings moving a little to cover himself.*
We can keep going.
*He mumbles it, face hidden a little. He's still against Jason however and makes no effort to move away.*
*Jason cups his face, pressing their foreheads together before letting Damian have some space, a small smile on his face as he looks at him. He makes sure his wings are around Damian at the very least, looking at the little bird.*
Ok.. How about we get you earmuffs or some noise cancelling headphones, hm?
*He says softly, miming them for emphasis. It will make this trip all the more bearable and just in general whenever Damian feels overwhelmed.*
*He makes a small face, but looks at Jason and sighs.*
Okay...if that's alright with you.
*Damian mumbles. He seems to be more compliant when he's uncomfortable, given that it's easier than making things worse by angering whoever he's with. He knows he can be annoying and bratty, it's best if he just shuts up sometimes.
Damian hides his face again. Headphones or something would be nice to get the noise to stop being so much...but he doesn't want to be some kind of bother or nuisance. He honestly just wishes he never came here.*
*He sighs a bit but is still smiling, ruffling Damians hair a bit*
Of course. You wanna wait a bit longer in here or.. I could bring the headphones to you?
*Jason offers, thinking of a way that would be the best and most comfortable for Damian. He knows he might start shutting down and being compliant which he can already see the signs of and gives him options to hopefully coax him out of that without overwhelming Damian too much.*
*Damian frowns, not knowing what to say. He'd probably be more of a nuisance if he makes Jason drag him along with him, and it'll take longer if he does. But staying in here feels pathetic and cowardly almost, and part of him worries if that's just how he is now...and regardless of all of that being away from Jason almost feels like being stabbed for some reason and he worries he might freak out.
Damian decides staying will be better and less bothersome, even if it might make him anxious. He's not particularly happy with either choice but he has to say something, and he seems to be just staring down for a while, not answering but looking like he's thinking over the choices with a fervor.*
I...I can stay here.
*He can't even find the nerve in him to make some joke about ordering Jason around like a monarch, like he usually does to get rid of the ill feeling that comes with the worry of being denied. He just hides his face a bit and pulls his hood over his head once again. He feels weak.*
*Jason waits patiently for Damian to think it through, still holding his arms and keeping Damian in his wings. He doesnt want to leave him but he doesnt want Damian to be too overwhelmed either but its Damians choice and he chooses to stay. Jason can respect that at least.*
Ok. Make sure to keep the door closed but not locked, I dont wanna break it.
*He smiles a bit, still speaking softly and trying to lighten the mood a smidge. Jason stands up, picking up the preened feathers and putting them in Damians lap.*
Take care of these for me, kay?
*Damian eyes him a bit, lamenting at the loss of the touch but nods, staying curled up and moving a bit to the corner of the changing room. He pauses and huffs a soft laugh at the feathers.*
Sure...
*He mumbles, furrowing his brow at Jason a little but taking the feathers in hand as Jason leaves. He huffs, staying hunched in on himself as he waits, staring down at the feathers he's holding. He doesn't like being alone, and not in a place like this really, and eventually he finds himself curling up more and covering his ears with his hands again to muffle the noise in the store and the music playing over the intercoms.
He just wants to go home and not have to deal with any of this stuff anymore, but Jason needs to get the food and everything so he's not going to complain or say anything, it would be stupid of him.*
*Jason gives Damian a small smile before leaving the room, quickly finding some earmuffs and noise cancelling headphones for him to try. The employee there thankfully doesnt seem to mind him all that much though she does eye his wings a bit but he ignores it.
Coming back in he has the earmuffs and headphones in his hands, handing them over to Damian before pressing their foreheads together and putting his wings back around him again.*
Try these? Its OK if they arent the best, I can get something else.
*He reassures, brushing some of Damians hair back and looking at his ears. They are mostly normal but some bat features do come through with them looking more pointed and the skin texture being different among other things.*
*Damian sits up quickly at the sound of footsteps and the door being opened, he looks a little alarmed before relaxing at the sight of Jason. He accepts the touch immediately, leaning into him and squeaking a little before looking over curiously at the headphones and earmuffs. He frowns a bit but takes off his hood and moves to put the earmuffs over his ears but the fabric is a bit of a weird texture and it makes the sensitive skin on his ears feel weird. They block out a good amount of sound but it feels akin to if he was just putting his hands over his ears.
He takes them off pretty quickly and takes the headphones instead, placing them on. They feel better, giving enough room for his ears to stay in and the head wings to not get in the way. The noise cancelling is better and actually feels like it's doing something besides just muffling the noise via pressure. He seems pretty okay with them but doesn't say anything, instead just not taking them off and handing the earmuffs back to Jason.*
*Jason pulls back a bit so Damian can try on both of the accessories, paying close attention to his body language and actions. If Damian doesnt feel like or doesnt want to talk thats ok, Jason can understand him just fine like this.
He seems to not like the earmuffs, preferring the headphones and keeping them on his head which is a big yes in words. Jason happily takes the earmuffs, gesturing to the door to say hes putting them back. When he returns in the room he sits down next to Damian again, bringing his wing back around him.*
*Damian frowns a bit when Jason leaves again but perks up when he's back, head wings flapping a bit as Jason goes to put his wing around him again. Damian moves over to hug Jason, not saying anything and just hiding his face in his side. He sighs a bit.
The headphones make it easier, he should be able to do the rest of the trip, even though part of him just wants to go back home. He looks over to the bag with his shoes in it and looks at Jason curiously. He points at it, asking silently if he could put them on, considering they'd already bought them. He likes the shoes, and he's happy he gets to have them even though he feels overwhelmed by everything.*
*Jason smiles at him, bringing an arm around his shoulders and hugging him back, just letting the two of them stay here while he cards through Damians hair gently with his claws. He perks up when Damian looks up at him and points to the bag, leaning over to grab it and handing it over to Damian, giving him some space but still keeping a wing around him while he tries it on.*
*Damian takes it and bows his head in thanks, not feeling like talking right now. Jason doesn't usually mind when he gets like that so he lets it be, moving to take out the sneakers. He puts them on, taking off the old scuffed school shoes and putting them in the box instead. He ties the new laces and kicks his feet a bit, looking down at them.
He's happy with them. He wants them to be able to get the shopping trip done with, really, so he packs his old shoes away in the box and places them in the bag. He uses his talons to cut the tags off of the shoes and stands. His head wings flap for a second, still getting used to the feeling of the headphones being over where they tend to fold against, but it's not uncomfortable, just different. Damian glances at Jason a bit, tugging at the sleeves of his hoodie so they go over his hands.*
*Jason smiles, watching as Damian tries on the shoes, happy seeing that he seems to like them before tilting his head in confusion when Damian gets up and puts them away. He takes a second but realises hes ready to leave, standing up as well and just putting the feathers in the bag.
Jason holds on to Damians shoulder, unlocking and opening the door and leaving the room, walking back over and putting the earmuffs back before talking to the lady at the counter, putting a hand on the headphones to tell Damian hes going to take them off before doing so and quickly letting the lady scan them and paying, putting them back on after a walking out the door.*
You want to get clothes or just groceries?
*Damian walks with him, looking around a little and frowning a bit but letting Jason take the headphones to scan, chirping a little unintentionally when he gets them back.
He moves to hold onto Jason's hand, looking around the place a bit. He looks up at him and shrugs, looking down. He doesn't really want to choose right now, if anything. He'd like some clothes but he's not sure, he just wants Jason to choose whats easier because he's not sure what the right answer is and he doesn't want to make anymore choices. He hides his face a bit in Jason's side.*
*Jason gladly holds Damian’s hand, smiling down at him a bit sadly when he doesn’t choose anything and instead just hides himself in Jason’s side. They can get clothes another time, it’ll probably overwhelm Damian since they’ll have to go to another store and try out a bunch of stuff with so many different choices.*
You still wanna eat out?
*He offers, still wanting to give Damian some choice. Jason doesn’t mind either way honestly so really it depends on if Damian wants to go home as soon as possible.*
*Damian pauses briefly before nodding yes insistently. He'd still like to get some food, that was really the only reason why he wanted to come along besides just being able to get out of the apartment for once. He seems to perk up a bit more at that.
He hasn't really gone to any restaurants in a long while, and the headphones are helping with the noise. He can do that, if anything.*
*Jasons smile widens a bit, nuzzling his hair before continuing to walk over to the grocery store, taking out a shopping cart and letting go of Damians hand to do so. After thinking for a bit he takes out his phone, opening the list of groceries and making sure to cut out any notes he'd rather no one sees before handing it to Damian.*
I need your help, Habibi. You tell me what we have to get, kay?
*He says firmly like its an order but mostly as a game, a soft smile on his face. Jason has memorised most of the list anyways but might as well make it fun and so he doesnt have to hold both the cart and his phone. If Damian wants he can also add whatever he'd like to the list and Jason might conveniently not notice.*
*Damian raises his eyebrow but takes the phone in his hands and looks the list over intently. It's mostly food items, some are things Damian's never really heard of, but he doesn't really know how to cook anything, so he supposes that's probably why. He looks to Jason.*
I don't know where anything is...are we simply going down the list?
*He says a little quietly, though enough for Jason to hear him. The headphones make it sound weird when he speaks, but it's better than just dealing with the noises of the store and everything else. He looks around the store a bit curiously, the lights are too bright and annoying to his eyes, but he's fairly used to the fluorescents of Gotham Academy so it's not that much of an issue, and it's not too bad when he looks down.*
Yep. You just have to say them.
*Jason hums, letting his voice reach its normal volume since Damian anyways has the headphones on. Its honestly a bit of an adjustment since hes used to speaking ever lower and softer than usual all the time since hes conscious of hurting Damians ears. He brings a hand to Damians shoulder, moving to enter the store and putting the hand back to steer the cart, gesturing for Damian to follow.*
*Damian hums in response, walking with Jason and glancing a bit more around. He's never really been in a grocery store before...which feels pretentious, but he never really had to, and the place is strange looking, people everywhere with their shopping carts going about, soft and muffled music, the dinging from the registers, the echoing all around. It's as if he's plugging his ears very firmly without any of the pain, it's nice.
He rattles off the different list items when Jason collects things, getting dramatically annoyed when he 'goes too slow.' with it, and how absurd he finds the sorting and formatting of the shop, definitely more talkative than before, he only asks for Jason to get some more fruit from fruit salads, considering he had enjoyed what he had eaten that morning, he only goes quiet again when they're at the register, simply staring down and away as they get their groceries and all. He speaks up again as they exit the store, rolling his eyes.*
One could argue that there are easier ways to do this sort of thing.
*He says, furrowing his brow a hint.*
*Jason pushes the cart and guides Damian as he goes to get all the ingredients on the list as he says them, smiling when the kid talks more and occasionally adding his own comments or snorting a bit.
The rows of shelves is a bit annoying because he has to make sure his wings are pinned and folded back to take as little space as possible. For any normal avian it would be fairly easy but since Jason is one of the rarer vulture species with some of the largest wings its not the best.
He manages without complaint though, getting all the groceries and paying, handing his cash to the teenage cashier who seems to done with being here to really care about anything but scanning the groceries.*
Well, some people just order all their groceries online and get them to their door.
*He chuckles a bit, continuing to push the trolley as they are still in the same building.*
That feels like there is room for mistake. Especially considering how ordering specific fruits and other items can become difficult when you do not have a visual example in front of you. I believe they would do well with an easier layout and less violent lighting among other things. The shelving is despicable.
*He follows while rolling his eyes and messing with the sleeves of his hoodie, he sticks close to Jason, but not as much as before, seeming more relaxed. Not fully, considering they're in public, but he seems less like he might be a step away from a panic attack.*
Where are we going now?
Well, we could go to Walmart? They don't sell food though.
*Jason laughs a bit. When Ra's literally bought him Walmart Jason of course brought Damian along as well as Ra's, Talia and all those shareholders who would come. It was probably a security risk but it was also a fun family outing he supposes. Closest thing he has to a family. Bruce and Ra's really should battle for being the worst head of the two of them, he would pay to watch that.*
You wanted to eat out so we'll do that.
*Damian scoffs with an eyeroll at the memory of them all going to a Walmart of all places, it was a strange and almost embarrassing effort done by Grandfather, but it was enjoyable for what it was.*
It's not your birthday yet, you will have to wait until we do any more Walmart excursions. Perhaps we can buy more of Walmart this year.
*Damian jokes, looking at Jason curiously at the last bit.*
I would like that yes...but if you do not wish to, we don't have to.
*He looks down at his feet at that with a small shrug that's a little sad and awkward compared to his demeanor prior.*
*Jason barks a laugh at that, bringing one of his hands over his face to hide it and his fangs before humming and putting his hand back on the cart.*
Of course. You'll have ta pick where we go, though. I cannot make this decision without you, my liege
*He says with a small smirk, tilting his head down to look at Damian. Before when he was braindead and also adjusting after the pit he really didnt have much free will, just trained to have instincts to fight and follow orders.
Some orders more... some orders not related to a mission. Damian of course doesnt know about that part but the only free will he had was protecting Damian. They said they dont even know why but in his braindead mind something connect Damian with someone to protect. He would go against any orders and act out of his own will or as much of it as he had just to protect and comfort the kid and everyone at the league just decided to leave it alone considering he would kill them without hesitation if they intervened, regardless of his orders.*
Right...well I don't know any restaurants, so I can't make any suggestions.
*Damian says with a small shrug. He's happy to be back with Jason, one of the only people who's ever really let him feel safe. He's known him the longest, and regardless of his bonds with some of the others, Jason has always been the strongest. Richard- Grayson, was different than the others, closer because he was all he had for a good while when Father was missing and presumed dead, even though he's betrayed him now.
But Jason was even more than that. He was safety, closeness and warmth. Whereas he and Grayson used to constantly be at each other's throats at the beginning, Jason was never that...Jason seemed to always understand. That wasn't a feeling Damian was used to having.*
Hm.. Well, we'll look around in the food court and we can check out anything that catches your eye.
*Jason hums, tilting his head and glancing up a bit in thought before looking back down at Damian and proposing the idea. He usually cooks for himself, eats whatever carcasses he can find or just doesnt eat so he doesnt know any places either other than those restaurants he mentioned earlier.*
*Damian hums a bit at that, moving a little closer to Jason but looking around a bit.*
I don't mind anything I suppose. I only do not want any meat...
*He mumbles the last bit, making a face and huffing. He's not sure if he likes malls really, he's only every been twice, now with Jason and once he had gone with Jonathan, Maya and Colin, considering Colin and Jonathan had been horrified at the fact Damian and Maya hadn't been before. They are noisy and strange, and Damian wasn't fond of the crowds.*
Of course, lets just look around, I'm not the best at picking
*Jason responds, pushing the cart along so they are at the food court, looking around and watching Damians reaction to see if hes interested in anything. He's honestly not even that hungry but if he doesnt eat Damian wont either.*
*Damian looks around at the different places in the court, most are fast food that look unappetizing or are wildly meat centered, but there's a few that seem nice...there seems to be a crêpe shop on one side, though that's mostly a desert food so Damian looks over it, a boba tea place, frozen yogurt, pizza place...there's an interesting looking pretzel stall that makes Damian pause. He's had a soft pretzel before while with Grayson once and he definitely liked it, compared to anything else he's gotten from different places.*
Could I get a pretzel...?
*He asks a little quietly, going to stand at Jason's side again and look up at him curiously, holding onto his sleeve.*
Yeah, sure.
*Jason smiles a bit, putting his cart to the side and taking out the two bags, one with the groceries and the other with Damians stuff. He holds on to Damians hand, making his way over to the pretzel stand and looking at the selections. Nothing really stands out to him considering its bread and there isnt anything spicy so he looks back at Damian.*
What do'ya want, Habibi?
*Damian smiles a little at the answer, taking Jason's hand without protest and walking with him towards the stand, looking over the menu and the food in the glass in front of them as they wait in the line. He points at baked soft pretzel.*
Can I get that?
*He asks quietly, looking up at Jason curiously. Its not exactly a whole meal but Damian doesn't mind and they ate breakfast late anyways, considering they didn't end up clothes shopping.*
Sure.
*He smiles, talking to the person running the stand and asking for only one of the baked soft pretzel. Jason isnt really hungry anyways so he just quickly pays, handing them the cash and a tip before taking the pretzel and handing it to Damian, moving out of the way so everyone behind them can go and leaning against the wall. He'll probably make a big lunch since they had breakfast only a few hours ago.*
*Damian takes it happily, but keeps his face still, looking more like the natural glare but with a small sparkle to his eye. He walks with Jason and sniffs the food before tasting it and making sure it tastes normal and there isn't anything in it, once he deems it okay he takes another bite. He doesn glance at Jason a bit.*
Are you going to get anything here..?
*He asks, furrowing his brow and looking him over almost suspiciously.*
*Jason hums, tilting his head a bit before thinking. He really doesnt want to but he knows Damian will just keep pressing it.*
I'll have something when we get dessert
*He decides, shrugging a bit and giving a reassuring smile, ruffling Damians hair a little bit. Getting Damian a treat wont be too bad and he can either share or get himself something small.*
*Damian perks up, tilting his head a little at the response and huffing when Jason ruffles his hair a bit and readjusting the headphones with an eyeroll.*
Dessert? This is hardly a meal.
*He holds up the pretzel a bit. It's good, salty and the bread is a nice flavor. Damian's always liked bread, even if it's not actually good for birds or anything and has basically no nutritional value, but as a small treat sometimes it's nice. He enjoys homemade bread the most, but the warm pretzels are good still for what they are. He's never had homemade pretzels so he doesn't have a frame of reference for that.*
Do you want a meal?
*Jason tilts his head at Damian, squinting a bit. He assumed he wouldnt want to eat anymore since Damian doesnt really ask to eat much in general but maybe hes wrong.
Jason doesnt have the best appetite himself, not by choice but because sometimes his body forgets its alive and he cant stomach anything or he doesnt get the signals to eat food especially when hes focusing on work. He usually just ends up loading up on food on good days.*
Not particularly...I'm only confused how dessert would be applicable here.
*Damian says with a small shrug as he stares down at his feet. Eating is annoying and he only does it because he needs to really, it gets rid of the discomfort and then he can move on with the day. He has his favorites sure, but it's not usually enjoyable without them and he doesn't get things he actually likes often, it tends to be more like a chore if anything.
He's been starved before for training purposes with a tutor, so he'd learn how to endure, so it's not exactly a new feeling. But if he can stop it, he will. He takes another bite of the pretzel however and looks back at Jason.*
If you dont want desert then you dont have to have anything.
*Jason shrugs, adjusting the bags in his hands a bit to go on his shoulder which is a little uncomfortable because of the wings but he ignores it.
He's more of a spice fan himself but Roy loves sugary stuff and hes baked quite alot in his life time so sweets are definitely his favourite after that.*
I didn't say that...I just said it doesn't make much sense to call it a dessert.
*Damian says with an eyeroll as he rips off a piece of the pretzel and eats it. Damian's always been more of a savory fan but sweets are a close second, he's not too big on spice but only when it's in large increments if anything or if it's the only flavor.
He looks down at his feet a bit, at the new sneakers which are definitely nicer and more comfortable even with the new feeling to them. He'll get used to that more but he's got some more room for his talons as well as just space for his feet, which he definitely is pleased about.*
I would like to have something if it is allowed.
What do'ya want me to call it?
*Jason snorts before nodding, holding Damians shoulder and walking him along out in the food court, looking around but letting Damian pick where they eat. He really doesnt mind anyways.
When he was in the league he didnt eat the entire time there but one time.. After he was revived by the pit he could but it never was really the same. Even after being homeless for 2 years and everything he has to do after he got adopted due to the refeeding syndrome he recovered only to, well, die then come back.*
A treat I suppose? Dessert is an addition to a meal...or I guess you could add 'a' to the beginning, such as a dessert. Because they're also a type of food, but without it, it implies you're speaking of the part of a meal.
*Damian responds, humming a little as he thinks. He huffs a bit, he follows Jason's gaze around the court still eating the pretzel. He's become used to the act of eating while doing things, such as walking or when you're out at a fair or carnival or something akin to those, considering Stephanie and Grayson enjoy dragging him to events like those. For whatever reason.
But it still feels almost awkward of an action, like he should be sitting down at a table to eat, but it's more normal here to just...have a snack and go back to your activities, even in schooling.*
Could we get crêpes?
*He suggests a little quieter as he points at the stall.*
Right.. don't get too technical with me now, I've only been speaking english for like.. 5 years.
*Jason laughs a bit, happy Damian at least seems to be enjoying the food. When Jason was brain dead he couldnt really talk or communicate, unable to say no other than screaming which was rare in itself and no one would listen.
After he was dumped in the pit he was able to relearn, muscle memory and the such coming in handy but all the trauma still making it difficult. He picked it back up relatively quickly and read to Damian every once in a while when he visited, teaching the kids english beyond the classy version the Al Ghul's spoke in like those people in bristol. He can at the very least understand Jasons accent if nothing else.*
Crêpes? Sure
*He asks, glancing over to the stand before humming and walking over in the direction of the stand, waiting in line behind a few people.*
Excuses.
*Damian rolls his eyes at that, he follows him, glancing around at the people and the signs and all. He finished eating the pretzel as they wait.*
Can we get fruit on it?
*He asks, a tilt to his head as he looks over at the menu. There isn't too big of a variety and they seem to also be selling smoothies as well, but there's a variety of toppings to be put on, mostly raspberries, strawberries and blueberries, as well as whipped cream and hazelnut spread.*
Of course its an excuse, what else?
*Jason snorts a bit. The person in front of them looks behind at the noise, a small look of disgust on their face before turning forward again. He just sighs and hopes Damian didn't notice before speaking.*
Yeah, just tell me what toppings.
*Damian smiles a bit, noticing the person looking back at them and moving to hide behind Jason a little. He almost wants to hiss at them with the look on their face, but he huffs and looks towards the menu once again, adjusting his headphones a little.*
Raspberries, strawberries and whipped cream...?
*He requests quietly. He's never had hazelnut spread or anything and blueberries are one of his least favorite fruits given how sour they can be, preferring them in baked goods over the fruit on its own.*
If that's alright.
*Jason brings a wing around Damian protectively, glancing back at the person in front of them before just sighing and looking back down at Damian with a smile. He didnt want him to notice but it seemed he did anyways. At least they were looking at Jason and not Damian.*
Of course.
*He nods, waiting until its their turn and speaking to the stall owner, ordering two of what he got but adding chocolate instead of raspberries for himself, leading them both to the side after paying to wait for it to be ready.*
*Damian smiles a little, resting his head a bit against Jason's side, happy to be in his wing, and also to not be chastised for anything. Jason's never been like that, nor has he even told him no once this entire trip, listening to him the entire time. Damian has known Jason practically as long as his memory goes back, and yet he's still cautious around him sometimes.
Damian can't help but feel almost like he's being rude, showing a lack of trust. But he does trust Jason, he doesn't really understand why he's so afraid like this.
Damian perks up as they move to wait for their food, watching the worker make them with a slight curiosity. He waits quietly for their food, just observing and staying pressed to Jason's side, fiddling with one of his head wings a little without realizing. He's used to having them pinned back, but doing that with the headphones is slightly uncomfortable, so they're mostly spread out.
Once their food is ready, Damian happily takes his crêpe, moving to sit at an empty table in the corner, mostly by the exit of the food court. Damian finished his pretzel while in line, throwing the paper packaging out as they pass a trashcan. Damian decides to sit on the same side of the booth as Jason instead of across from him, wanting to stay in his wings for longer.*
*Jason just waits in line, taking out his phone and making sure he didnt miss anything, keeping his wing securely around Damian and occasionally gently putting his claws in Damians hair and working through some knots. He perks up when the food is ready, pocketing his phone before moving over and taking his own crêpe, handing Damians to his. It does look good at the very least.
He follows Damian to the booth, expecting him to sit across from Jason as usual but being pleasantly surprised when he sits next to him, smiling fondly and making to give him more than enough space with Jasons wing around him before taking a small bite of his food just to test it. He doesnt feel how he normally does when hes poisoned which happens alot.
Usually in the league where Jason used to test Damians food to see if it was poisoned before giving it to him which was basically his only source of food for a while. When he was training his meals were also poisoned or Jason would just experiment with drugs and poisons himself, building a tolerance throughout his life after coming back and being quite familiar with them.*
*Damian watches him take the small bite of the food, watching him a little before taking a bite himself, deeming it okay without having to do a test himself given that Jason did it for him. He taps his foot a little as he eats his food, not having much to say really say for a while. He stays close to Jason though, eyeing the place a little. He'd like to leave quickly, but the food is good so that's a plus at least. The crêpes aren't as good as French crêpes but they're still pretty good for what they are.*
Do we have anything else to do today?
*He asks quietly after a while, looking up at Jason.*
Uh.. No. We can go home if you’d like?
*Jason hums, looking up in thought a bit before responding, giving Damian a small smile. He knows the answer already but he still gives Damian the choice just in case, taking another bite of his crêpe.*
*Damian seems relieved at that, deflating a little. He nods in response, eating some more of his food and resting his head against Jason's arm.*
I would like that, yes.
*It had been a while since Damian had broken into Jason's apartment and Jason came back from the mission and found him. After convincing him to stay with Jason he had mostly been getting the groceries to restock all his food after his mission and also to make as much food from home to stuff the kid with since he hasnt even eaten much since he broke in and while Alfred is a good food he still doesnt know how to make the kind from the League.
Jason also bought some food for Alfred the Cat and some food bowls, all approved by Damian but he could tell the kid was missing the rest of his pets.
He checked in with the bats after he came back to see how things were since Damian was missing and safe to say it was.. bad. He spied on Bruce and Dick arguing which without Damian around to keep Dick civil with Bruce (which apparently didnt matter when Jason was a kid) the fight was bad and clearly not their first one.
Bruce is obviously livid and even called Talia to see if she knew were the kid was, thinking he ran off to the league. Dick is angry at Bruce and concerned out of his mind about how the kid is. He even managed to get Tim wrapped in who may have not been as close with the kid as Dick but was clearly concerned as well, helping him try find him and making theories. It was bad.
He's more concerned about what to do with school and while he would happily keep Damian with him the kid has friends and a life with news articles already covering where the youngest Wayne son is. Alfred has clearly given some kind of excuse for school at least to explain his absence.
Currently, however. Jason thankfully doesnt have to think about that because hes just asleep in bed, curled up with his wings covering him. He would honestly prefer to sleep on the floor but Damian is sleeping in his nest right now. He offered the spare room Jason has but he knows he keeps sneaking into the nest during the night.*
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*Damian is...doing fine he supposes. Things have been less stressful living with Jason, but part of him has begun to...miss everyone, has begun to feel like he's just taking up room and making things harder for Jason.
He doesn't have much with him besides his drawing stuff and Alfred the cat, and some clothes. Though besides Jason's hoodie most of it is uncomfortable dress shirts and pants and his school uniform, considering Father never bought him anything besides stuff he needed to wear to go out of the house.
He sleeps in Jason's extra room some nights but then he gets...nightmares, or just- becomes scared of being alone for whatever pathetic reason it is, so he sneaks into Jason's nest, hiding in his wings. Jason never mentions it or has told him to refrain from the unruly behavior so he...hasn't stopped.
He's even begun doing it on instinct instead of when he feels like he needs it, getting up in the middle of the night to lay next to Jason. He knows Jason wakes up when he does it, but he never tells him to leave. So Damian just curls up beside him.
Tonight is one of those nights, he's brought Alfred with him as well, placing the kitten in the nest and curling up next to Jason, using his wings almost like a blanket as he drifts off again...
There are flashes of pain behind his eyes, of men screaming and yelling, of blood splattering against the ground, laughs of adults as they drink and eat like there isn't a rotting corpse laid on the floor beside Damian. He grips his sword and fights back but he's done something wrong again- and Mother is abandoning him and Father is yelling, and saying he's horrible and selfish and he will never be good, never know empathy. Damian searches for hours for a pearl, one from his grandmother's necklace, for Father. Only to be called incapable of ever caring for another beside himself.
There's pain spreading on his back and against his wings and he bites his lip so he doesn't scream as he's whipped and punished. He's not sure for what reason, but all he knows is he's wrong and he deserves it- and then he's learning from a new tutor, a woman, Jason isn't around, other duties, probably ones of a general. The woman takes Damian to a river, far away from home.
He messes things up, some small mistake. He's seven years old.
She tries to drown him under the water and he kicks and screams, his head is beneath water and she's holding her hands over his throat and he shouts before picking up some large stone from the water and hitting her in the face, continuously slamming it into her head as he chokes on the lasting water in his lungs- he screams and-
His eyes fly open with a choked shout, wings going to hide him closely as he backs away, grabbing at his arms and breathing harshly, because there's water in his lungs and he can't breathe and Jason isn't here to help him, and he shrinks back against the wall, grabbing at himself as he wheezes almost.*
Alright...
*Damian mumbles, before going to pick up Alfred again, his shoes tied now. He picks up the cat and puts him on the windowsill of the apartment to look out the window. It's a day where it isn't raining in Gotham, but of course it's sad and dreary out still, clouded and gray. Though there are some activities that pass by their window that Alfred seems to be interested in, air and foot traffic mostly, and Damian enjoys watching the people in the city do as they please.
He stays there, simply observing as Alfred places his paws against the glass every now and again and meowing. Damian perks up and looks over when Jason comes back finally, glancing at Alfred for a moment before huffing and taking the cat and basically tossing the animal onto the couch, who seems entirely unbothered by this.*
Let us go then?
*Jason ties his laces before watching Damian, noting the paw prints on the window which he finds cute before watching as Damian practically chucks the cat onto the couch. He guesses cats do really land on their feet. He laughs at the situation, bringing a clawed hand over his face before quickly composing himself when Damian speaks*
Lets..
*He says with a small chuckle, opening the door and relocking everything behind the two of them before walking down the steps, finding his motorcycle in the alley he hid it in and taking it out.
After some consideration he decides to just pick Damian up and plop him on the bike despite knowing very well he could get on himself, ruffling the kids hair before following after and putting on his helmet. Its made to fit his face wings obviously similar to the Red Hood helmet so its not too uncomfortable*
Ready, Dami?
*Damian follows him, looking around a little but staying close by Jason for the most part. He yelps a little when Jason picks him up and puts him down on the bike but doesn't protest, instead simply allowing it and putting his head up after Jason ruffles his hair, rolling his eyes.*
Ready...
*He mumbles, letting Jason start the bike and go where they're intending to go.*
*Jason snorts at the reaction, bringing Damians hands around him so the kid doesnt fall*
Tuck your wings and lets go then
*He grins in the helmet though the tilt of his head and tone of his voice give it away without even seeing his face. After hes sure Damian is secure he starts the motorcycle and speeds off, making sure not to be as fast as he usually would since Damian and the extra weight is there but taking some safe short cuts till they arrive at the large shopping centre.*
*Damian huffs but does as he's told, covering his head with his hood for now and staying still for the ride until they get to the shopping centre. He makes a small face at the building but only huffs and gets off of the bike, looking towards Jason a bit curiously if anything.*
Do we have a list of things we need?
*He questions, brows furrowed a little. The sound might be bad inside, which vaguely worries him, but he's not weak. He can handle some loud noises.*
Of course, I'm not an animal.
*Jason rolls a bit before looking between Damian and the building. Hes never really likes shopping, hes never wanted much other than stability and all the price tags overwhelmed him. Its better now that he knows he can afford basically anything but he still finds himself wanting a good deal for quality. He really doesnt see the appeal but grabs his bag and enters the mall anyways.*
First we'll get you some clothes, hm?
*Damian makes a small face at that but nods, following after Jason as much as he can, trying to meet Jason's longer stride. He glances around a bit, sticking to Jason's side mostly.*
Why do I need more clothing?
*He questions, tilting his head a bit. Sure he doesn't have entire wardrobe with him, but he has enough that he only needs to wash his clothing once a week so far, and he doesn't change into anything to sleep so that makes for less clothing to wash. He had pajamas at the manor, but they weren't exactly things he was pleased to wear, he wasn't a fan of silk, it didn't feel comfortable if anything. He tended to avoid wearing them, which seemed to translate into what he decided to pack when he ran away.*
*Jason makes sure to slow his pace, not noticeable but taking smaller steps so he seems to be walking as fast but doesnt reach the same distance as he normally would. He tilts his head to Damian at the question, smiling a bit*
Well, proper pants are probably needed.. also shoes otherwise its up to you if you wanna get anything else.
*He knows Damian is someone who tries to live on the bare minimum, not taking too much space or too much at all. Jason was too but that was more circumstance.
They need to get at least that, maybe some headphones or earmuffs somewhere?*
I see...I thought these were proper. The shoes are still functional, Father did not give me any other pairs so I thought that was all you needed?
*Damian says, he winces a bit at some noises around them but hides the action by going to adjust his hood a little and walk a little closer to Jason, almost as if he wants to hold onto Jason's hand but he doesn't. He looks almost suspiciously at their surroundings, like something in the mall could attack him.*
*Jason brings a wing around Damian, not blocking his sight but around his back sort of like a side hug as they walk. The noises from all the people hear are probably overwhelming him but the store should be better.
Birds are the most common and majority of people are some species of them with bats being something extremely rare with only the Waynes really being known for them.*
Yeah but those are school clothes, you wouldnt wear your pyjamas outside, now would you? Similar with your uniform.
*He explains, leading Damian over to the clothes shop. Jason makes sure to explain everything to Damian or at least as much as and in a way he can tell the kid. He deserves to be treated like a person.*
Right...but my pants are not for school. They are for other things. The shoes I suppose I understand...can I...get sneakers? Like the ones Jonathan has?
*He says with a slight tilt to his head, he almost seems nervous at the idea, putting his hands in his hoodie pocket and looking up at Jason with a slight purse to his lips.
Jonathan definitely seems to dress differently, and he has pointed this out before, but Damian had thought it was because Jonathan was allowed to have more colorful and comfortable items whereas Damian is not. He was able to accept that, but he still...wishes somewhat that maybe Jason will allow at least the want for sneakers.
They aren't exactly comfortable but they've always looked cool...and Damian enjoys the laced look on his costume, it's why he chose them over the boots most of the others wear with their costumes. He was given freedom to design what he wanted by Grayson, so he...indulged.*
*Jason smiles fondly at that, humming.*
Yeah, you'll have to pick your clothes out, I've been told I have no fashion taste anyways. Go look
*He sighs dramatically at the last part, leading Damian into the store. He phrases it as once again Jasons fault and Damian helping him out by choosing for himself so the kid wont feel too much pressure to buy what Jason deems ok even though he doesnt mind as long as the kid is comfortable and happy.
Its hopefully less loud in here at least and he greets the man at the counter. They seem to be some breed of pigeon but Jason doesnt mind, folding up his wings and tell him that he and his brother are just going to look around before walking back over to Damian. He can tell the man is suspicious of Jason due to him being a vulture but ignores it, bringing a wing around Damians back to protect him from the man eyeing Jason's gaze.*
*Damian snickers a little at that, following Jason inside the store and glaring a bit at the man at the counter, huffing and grabbing Jason's hand to drag him inside and away from him. He's not sure what he's looking for or what he's allowed to get, but he looks around a little idly in the boy's section, frowning a little and staying close to Jason if anything.
He decides the shoes would be easier and tugs on Jason's sleeve a little to bring him to the shoes section. He looks around at the different sneakers and things for a bit, not speaking but seeming to be in deep thought and contemplation about the options if anything. He ends up finding some green sneakers that look nice, and looks up at Jason.*
I don't know my size.
*He says a little quietly, looking anxious...or well, he looks angry, but Jason can tell the underlying emotion there, considering the boy tends to look angry.*
*Jason is surprised when Damian grabs his hand and basically drags him along, laughing a bit and using his other hand to hide his face before composing himself and following. Hes not really interested and just wants Damian to buy whatever.
He nods when his sleeve is pulled, continuing to follow Damian into the shoes section and letting him hold on to Jason if he wishes. He hums when Damian speaks, glancing at the shoes but honestly not caring much.*
Well, are the shoes you have on right now comfortable? We can go up or down a size if not.
*Damian frowns, looking down at his feet with an almost determined look.*
I suppose they're a little small now.
*He mumbles. The shoes were the ones he had gotten when he first stopped homeschooling about a year ago, replacing his older dress shoes that he thinks were donated or thrown out. He's fairly certain Pennyworth had measured his feet beforehand.*
I don't know the size of these. Pennyworth bought them somewhere without my knowledge before I started attending school. Some sort of custom made thing I believe.
*That seems to be a strange steady theme with Damian's things, they are high quality and expensive, but theres always some lack to them. High quality and expensive button up shirts and pants, yet nothing comfortable. Shoes that are expensive and custom made yet they're the only shoes he has, and he hasn't gotten new ones in a while.*
Ah.. That makes sense. Well, then we'll have to do it the trial and error way.
*He hums, looking at the different shoes and trying to calculate which ones would best fit Damians feet and claws. After some consideration he picks out some, they have a good enough amount of claw space and should be around his size though he doubts it will work the first try.*
Wear these, walk around in them a bit and see. Make sure to tell me if they are too big or small or if you need more claw space.
*Jason says, handing the shoes to Damian and waiting for him to try them on. The employee from before is still there and eyeing him, probably thinking he might grab the shoes and fly off but he ignores it, focusing on Damian.*
*Damian nods, moving to put the shoes on and huffs when he notices the eyes on them, he glares again at the employee, tugging on his hood a little before moving to walk around and move with the shoes on.
His claws feel more comfortable in these ones compared to the scuffed up dress shoes, and he fiddles with the laces a little, they seem to be a bit too short which is annoying, considering he likes the shoes.*
These feel okay...
*He says softly, twisting his lips a little as he seems to think.*
Do they have different shoe laces?
*Jason watches as Damian puts on the shoes, noticing Damian glaring at the employee and looking back at them, giving a small smile before pressing his lips together and just continuing to watch as Damian walks around in him. He doesnt really want to scare them or anything especially since they'll have to check out and pay and he doesnt exactly want to get kicked out like he sometimes does.*
We can always take the laces out and buy new ones or use your old ones if you'd like?
*He hums, tilting his head and looking at the shoes. Jason would ask but he doesnt think that will really help the intimidation part.*
Hm...I'd like ones that are white to match the shoe better.
*Damian mumbles, looking shy or nervous at the admission, he fiddles with his hoodie strings a bit, looking down at the shoes a bit. He doesn't want to bother Jason or make him buy more than he needs to. He huffs.*
I can just deal with the old ones if needed.
*He says, going to take the shoes off and change back into his other shoes again.*
*Jason hums, agreeing before looking over to the employee and sighing. Hopefully having a kid with him will make this interaction more civil*
We're already here anyways let me just see.. you look for some pants?
*He crouches down to pick up the discarded shoes, tilting his head to the pants section for Damian to go to while he handles this. He just needs to go up to the counter and ask for different coloured shoelaces and hopefully that wont be a big deal.*
*Damian frowns a little, watching Jason leave and looking around anxiously. He didn't want him to leave him alone, but he doesn't protest and walks to the pants section, pulling a little on his hoodie strings and looking at the different pants in the clothing isle.
He chews on his lip a bit, not really considering any of the options in front of him and mostly just staring forward until Jason comes back, every so often scanning his surroundings. He can hear everyone else in the store and also the mumble of conversation that he recognizes as Jason and someone else, as well as a few others in the store, and the activity outside of the store, as well as music playing over an intercom, and it just...feels like a lot. Too much, really. He tugs on his hood as if it could muffle the noise somehow.*
*Jason walks over to the guy, trying to look a bit friendly or really anything that'll make him not look at him with that mix of fear, disgust and like hes somehow an inferior wild animal but ignores it anyways to just do this quickly.
Thankfully, despite their customer service not being the friendliest he quickly gets the new, white and longer laces and puts them on the shoes before letting Jason pay (while eyeing his money like he robbed a bank which to be fair he got it from other illegal means). The speed was probably just because they wanted Jason out as soon as possible but unluckily for them Jason walks over to Damian, noting him just,, staring at the selection.*
Habibi.. do you like anything?
*Damian looks over to him and sighs a bit, moving to hide behind him a little and stare at the clothing with a vengeance. He shrugs a bit and keep his shoulders up a bit near his ears, glancing around a little and grabbing onto Jason's jacket a bit, his hold light as he does.*
I don't know.
*He mumbles it, soft enough you could almost miss it with the other noises, though Damian feels like he's almost yelling, anxiously messing with his hood a bit more.*
*Jason is surprised by the movement but brings a wing around Damian’s back, resting a clawed hand gently on his shoulder*
That’s OK.. how about we start with sweatpants, just something for when you’re at home? Nice and comfy.
*He says slowly and softly, crouching down so he’s at around eye level with Damian. He doesn’t want to overwhelm him with choices and honestly he thought being out of the league would help Damian with that but he thinks the manor and just everything made it worse.*
Okay...that sounds good.
*Damian mumbles, not looking at Jason and instead staring at his feet a little. He's only worn sweatpants once and it was because he had to borrow some of Jonathan's pajamas while spending the night because he had embarrassingly forgotten pajamas. They were...comfortable though, he liked them better than the silk pajamas.*
Father never...is it okay?
*He asks, feeling anxious and looking around as if Father could randomly appear and reprimand him for even thinking about doing something like this. Father had never explicitly said he wasn't allowed to have clothes like this, but he also never bought them for him...even though Drake and Thomas seemed to have them. He was certain it was a rule specific to him and was the type he should know already and that one isn't supposed to question.*
*Jason presses his lips together at that comment looking away for a moment seeming mad before his face quickly corrects himself.*
Well, I’m not B. You don’t have to follow their rules while you’re with me, ok?
*He says softly, pressing their foreheads together for a second to show he’s not mad, not at Damian anyways. Of course Bruce would do something like that. He doesn’t think he would make it an outright rule though then again maybe Bruce has been getting worse not better. He made Damian promise to tell Jason if Bruce laid a hand on him and he hoped Damian has kept that because if not..*
*Damian looks up at Jason a bit curiously before seeming to relax a little and resting his head against Jason's back, a little below and to the side of his wings, still holding onto the fabric of his jacket.*
Alright...thank you, Akhi.
*He says quietly, moving to pull the sleeves of his hoodie over his hands a bit and looking over at the different pants selections now that he's not too panicked or anything. They look fine. most seem to be jeans which Damian has always despised. The texture of denim seems torturous. He's not sure what they are looking for so he doesn't move much, only peaking out from behind Jason.*
*Jason smiles softly down at Damian, putting a clawed hand softly on his shoulder and bringing his wing around Damians back*
No problem, Habibi. You want to go to a different section?
*He hums, noticing Damian doesnt seem interested in anything. He recalls the kid complaining about the texture of jeans one time so none of this will probably be something he'd feel comfortable in. They can go to a different store or just keep looking here. The former might be better considering the fact he can still feel eyes on him occasionally.*
I...would like something less...denim, yes
*He jokes quietly, rolling his eyes but staying close to Jason still. He looks around some more but most of the clothes they can see from this area seem to be boys shorts, jeans or khakis. Which is...not what Damian wants in the slightest really.*
I don't think they have any sweatpants...or- lounge wear I suppose.
*He mumbles, seeming a little more comfortable now that he's holding onto Jason but still slightly like he'd rather just run away and hide.*
*Jason snorts, bringing his hand up to rake through Damians hair a bit. It seems like Damian is basically hiding behind Jason to protect himself from the clothes which is cute but a bit sad.*
How about we go somewhere else? I already paid for the shoes.
*He hums, picking up the bag for the shoes in question which he left on the seat and looking back down at Damian, tilting his head in question*
Okay...I don't care.
*He rolls his eyes a little and looks down with a small huff. He holds onto Jason a bit tighter when he moves, like he might let go of him and leave him there. He doesn't look him in the eyes though, glaring a little at his feet and grits his teeth.*
He just wants to get the stuff and go already. He doesn't know why he thought this would be nice, or that leaving the house would be a good idea, now he just feels overwhelmed and doesn't want to do any of this.*
*Jason sees his discomfort, sighing a bit before picking Damian up and ruffling his hair, making a small coo and nuzzling his face before taking the bag and leaving the store, making sure to keep a wing between Damian and the shop owner. Maybe a break would be good.*
Is it loud?
*He whispers softly, hanging the bag on his arm so he can brush the hair out of Damians face and put his hands over his ears while cupping it. Earmuffs might make the rest of the trip more bearable*
*Damian at first tenses at the movement but he leans into it, hiding his face in Jason's shoulder a little as he does. He chirps back but it's a little weak and is able to show his discomfort more. He's not good at controlling the tone of the noises considering he's mainly been taught never to make them.
He's thankful when Jason puts his hands over his ears, making a soft whimpering sound almost as he does and not looking at him. He nods in response however, squeezing onto Jason a bit more.*
*Jason frowns, heart aching a bit at the baby bird's discomfort, continuing to cover his ears and making his way over to a nearby store for accessories, he greets the owner who looks more confused than anything before walking over to the changing room, entering one of them and placing Damian down on the stoll, still hugging him close.
Its much quieter here so hopefully it gives Damian a chance to calm down a bit. Instead of talking Jason lets out a small coo after a while to see if Damian will respond.*
*Damian hugs Jason only opening his eyes at the change of setting and the sound of Jason speaking to someone. He looks around the changing room a bit but stays in Jasons wings. He takes a few breathes and tries to not lose it. He's usually better with the noise but it's been worse lately, and he doesn't know why. He still feels like he's somehow becoming weaker and he doesn't know why.
After a second or two he squeaks a bit, clicking as his wings twitch a little. He sighs a little and leans on Jason.*
Sorry.
*He whispers.*
*Jason just holds him close and in his wings, clicking back softly when Damian does and brushing his hair back, working his way through it before turning to preen a few feathers that were ready to come out.*
Its fine.
*He coos softly, nuzzling Damians face. Hopefully he feels more calm now that its quiet. Jason definitely needs to get those earmuffs for him. At home its quiet so being overwhelmed by all the noise outside probably caused this.*
*Damian's breathing seems to calm but he stays in Jason's hold, not making any sign of moving really. It's nicer in here and he doesn't have to deal with all the noise...he's ruined the shopping trip, he probably shouldn't have come along in the first place if anything. He doesn't voice this, just sighing a little and hiding his face a bit.
The hold and touch are comforting and the noise is somewhat muffled in here, but it's still not great and he moves to cover his ears after a few moments, his hood down now that Jason is messing with his hair and all. He doesn't move to stop him or anything though, leaning into it almost.*
*Jason eventually moves to sit down instead with Damian in his lap, still stable in his hold and wings. He just continues to preen Damians wings or at least as much as they need since they didnt in the morning, letting out a few small coos as he does so. He brings one hand over Damians when he covers his ears, making sure not to make any noises himself and instead nuzzling him every now and again.*
*Eventually Damian takes his hands away slowly, looking up at Jason with a face that looks...like he's contemplating if anything. He frowns a bit., still seeming uncomfortable but not as intensely as before.*
I didn't...mean to disrupt the shopping trip.
*He looks away, speaking softly and looking almost anxious, shifting his legs so they're up by his chest, his wings moving a little to cover himself.*
We can keep going.
*He mumbles it, face hidden a little. He's still against Jason however and makes no effort to move away.*
*Jason cups his face, pressing their foreheads together before letting Damian have some space, a small smile on his face as he looks at him. He makes sure his wings are around Damian at the very least, looking at the little bird.*
Ok.. How about we get you earmuffs or some noise cancelling headphones, hm?
*He says softly, miming them for emphasis. It will make this trip all the more bearable and just in general whenever Damian feels overwhelmed.*
*He makes a small face, but looks at Jason and sighs.*
Okay...if that's alright with you.
*Damian mumbles. He seems to be more compliant when he's uncomfortable, given that it's easier than making things worse by angering whoever he's with. He knows he can be annoying and bratty, it's best if he just shuts up sometimes.
Damian hides his face again. Headphones or something would be nice to get the noise to stop being so much...but he doesn't want to be some kind of bother or nuisance. He honestly just wishes he never came here.*
*He sighs a bit but is still smiling, ruffling Damians hair a bit*
Of course. You wanna wait a bit longer in here or.. I could bring the headphones to you?
*Jason offers, thinking of a way that would be the best and most comfortable for Damian. He knows he might start shutting down and being compliant which he can already see the signs of and gives him options to hopefully coax him out of that without overwhelming Damian too much.*
*Damian frowns, not knowing what to say. He'd probably be more of a nuisance if he makes Jason drag him along with him, and it'll take longer if he does. But staying in here feels pathetic and cowardly almost, and part of him worries if that's just how he is now...and regardless of all of that being away from Jason almost feels like being stabbed for some reason and he worries he might freak out.
Damian decides staying will be better and less bothersome, even if it might make him anxious. He's not particularly happy with either choice but he has to say something, and he seems to be just staring down for a while, not answering but looking like he's thinking over the choices with a fervor.*
I...I can stay here.
*He can't even find the nerve in him to make some joke about ordering Jason around like a monarch, like he usually does to get rid of the ill feeling that comes with the worry of being denied. He just hides his face a bit and pulls his hood over his head once again. He feels weak.*
*Jason waits patiently for Damian to think it through, still holding his arms and keeping Damian in his wings. He doesnt want to leave him but he doesnt want Damian to be too overwhelmed either but its Damians choice and he chooses to stay. Jason can respect that at least.*
Ok. Make sure to keep the door closed but not locked, I dont wanna break it.
*He smiles a bit, still speaking softly and trying to lighten the mood a smidge. Jason stands up, picking up the preened feathers and putting them in Damians lap.*
Take care of these for me, kay?
*Damian eyes him a bit, lamenting at the loss of the touch but nods, staying curled up and moving a bit to the corner of the changing room. He pauses and huffs a soft laugh at the feathers.*
Sure...
*He mumbles, furrowing his brow at Jason a little but taking the feathers in hand as Jason leaves. He huffs, staying hunched in on himself as he waits, staring down at the feathers he's holding. He doesn't like being alone, and not in a place like this really, and eventually he finds himself curling up more and covering his ears with his hands again to muffle the noise in the store and the music playing over the intercoms.
He just wants to go home and not have to deal with any of this stuff anymore, but Jason needs to get the food and everything so he's not going to complain or say anything, it would be stupid of him.*
*Jason gives Damian a small smile before leaving the room, quickly finding some earmuffs and noise cancelling headphones for him to try. The employee there thankfully doesnt seem to mind him all that much though she does eye his wings a bit but he ignores it.
Coming back in he has the earmuffs and headphones in his hands, handing them over to Damian before pressing their foreheads together and putting his wings back around him again.*
Try these? Its OK if they arent the best, I can get something else.
*He reassures, brushing some of Damians hair back and looking at his ears. They are mostly normal but some bat features do come through with them looking more pointed and the skin texture being different among other things.*
*Damian sits up quickly at the sound of footsteps and the door being opened, he looks a little alarmed before relaxing at the sight of Jason. He accepts the touch immediately, leaning into him and squeaking a little before looking over curiously at the headphones and earmuffs. He frowns a bit but takes off his hood and moves to put the earmuffs over his ears but the fabric is a bit of a weird texture and it makes the sensitive skin on his ears feel weird. They block out a good amount of sound but it feels akin to if he was just putting his hands over his ears.
He takes them off pretty quickly and takes the headphones instead, placing them on. They feel better, giving enough room for his ears to stay in and the head wings to not get in the way. The noise cancelling is better and actually feels like it's doing something besides just muffling the noise via pressure. He seems pretty okay with them but doesn't say anything, instead just not taking them off and handing the earmuffs back to Jason.*
*Jason pulls back a bit so Damian can try on both of the accessories, paying close attention to his body language and actions. If Damian doesnt feel like or doesnt want to talk thats ok, Jason can understand him just fine like this.
He seems to not like the earmuffs, preferring the headphones and keeping them on his head which is a big yes in words. Jason happily takes the earmuffs, gesturing to the door to say hes putting them back. When he returns in the room he sits down next to Damian again, bringing his wing back around him.*
*Damian frowns a bit when Jason leaves again but perks up when he's back, head wings flapping a bit as Jason goes to put his wing around him again. Damian moves over to hug Jason, not saying anything and just hiding his face in his side. He sighs a bit.
The headphones make it easier, he should be able to do the rest of the trip, even though part of him just wants to go back home. He looks over to the bag with his shoes in it and looks at Jason curiously. He points at it, asking silently if he could put them on, considering they'd already bought them. He likes the shoes, and he's happy he gets to have them even though he feels overwhelmed by everything.*
*Jason smiles at him, bringing an arm around his shoulders and hugging him back, just letting the two of them stay here while he cards through Damians hair gently with his claws. He perks up when Damian looks up at him and points to the bag, leaning over to grab it and handing it over to Damian, giving him some space but still keeping a wing around him while he tries it on.*
*Damian takes it and bows his head in thanks, not feeling like talking right now. Jason doesn't usually mind when he gets like that so he lets it be, moving to take out the sneakers. He puts them on, taking off the old scuffed school shoes and putting them in the box instead. He ties the new laces and kicks his feet a bit, looking down at them.
He's happy with them. He wants them to be able to get the shopping trip done with, really, so he packs his old shoes away in the box and places them in the bag. He uses his talons to cut the tags off of the shoes and stands. His head wings flap for a second, still getting used to the feeling of the headphones being over where they tend to fold against, but it's not uncomfortable, just different. Damian glances at Jason a bit, tugging at the sleeves of his hoodie so they go over his hands.*
*Jason smiles, watching as Damian tries on the shoes, happy seeing that he seems to like them before tilting his head in confusion when Damian gets up and puts them away. He takes a second but realises hes ready to leave, standing up as well and just putting the feathers in the bag.
Jason holds on to Damians shoulder, unlocking and opening the door and leaving the room, walking back over and putting the earmuffs back before talking to the lady at the counter, putting a hand on the headphones to tell Damian hes going to take them off before doing so and quickly letting the lady scan them and paying, putting them back on after a walking out the door.*
You want to get clothes or just groceries?
*Damian walks with him, looking around a little and frowning a bit but letting Jason take the headphones to scan, chirping a little unintentionally when he gets them back.
He moves to hold onto Jason's hand, looking around the place a bit. He looks up at him and shrugs, looking down. He doesn't really want to choose right now, if anything. He'd like some clothes but he's not sure, he just wants Jason to choose whats easier because he's not sure what the right answer is and he doesn't want to make anymore choices. He hides his face a bit in Jason's side.*
*Jason gladly holds Damian’s hand, smiling down at him a bit sadly when he doesn’t choose anything and instead just hides himself in Jason’s side. They can get clothes another time, it’ll probably overwhelm Damian since they’ll have to go to another store and try out a bunch of stuff with so many different choices.*
You still wanna eat out?
*He offers, still wanting to give Damian some choice. Jason doesn’t mind either way honestly so really it depends on if Damian wants to go home as soon as possible.*
*Damian pauses briefly before nodding yes insistently. He'd still like to get some food, that was really the only reason why he wanted to come along besides just being able to get out of the apartment for once. He seems to perk up a bit more at that.
He hasn't really gone to any restaurants in a long while, and the headphones are helping with the noise. He can do that, if anything.*
*Jasons smile widens a bit, nuzzling his hair before continuing to walk over to the grocery store, taking out a shopping cart and letting go of Damians hand to do so. After thinking for a bit he takes out his phone, opening the list of groceries and making sure to cut out any notes he'd rather no one sees before handing it to Damian.*
I need your help, Habibi. You tell me what we have to get, kay?
*He says firmly like its an order but mostly as a game, a soft smile on his face. Jason has memorised most of the list anyways but might as well make it fun and so he doesnt have to hold both the cart and his phone. If Damian wants he can also add whatever he'd like to the list and Jason might conveniently not notice.*
*Damian raises his eyebrow but takes the phone in his hands and looks the list over intently. It's mostly food items, some are things Damian's never really heard of, but he doesn't really know how to cook anything, so he supposes that's probably why. He looks to Jason.*
I don't know where anything is...are we simply going down the list?
*He says a little quietly, though enough for Jason to hear him. The headphones make it sound weird when he speaks, but it's better than just dealing with the noises of the store and everything else. He looks around the store a bit curiously, the lights are too bright and annoying to his eyes, but he's fairly used to the fluorescents of Gotham Academy so it's not that much of an issue, and it's not too bad when he looks down.*
Yep. You just have to say them.
*Jason hums, letting his voice reach its normal volume since Damian anyways has the headphones on. Its honestly a bit of an adjustment since hes used to speaking ever lower and softer than usual all the time since hes conscious of hurting Damians ears. He brings a hand to Damians shoulder, moving to enter the store and putting the hand back to steer the cart, gesturing for Damian to follow.*
*Damian hums in response, walking with Jason and glancing a bit more around. He's never really been in a grocery store before...which feels pretentious, but he never really had to, and the place is strange looking, people everywhere with their shopping carts going about, soft and muffled music, the dinging from the registers, the echoing all around. It's as if he's plugging his ears very firmly without any of the pain, it's nice.
He rattles off the different list items when Jason collects things, getting dramatically annoyed when he 'goes too slow.' with it, and how absurd he finds the sorting and formatting of the shop, definitely more talkative than before, he only asks for Jason to get some more fruit from fruit salads, considering he had enjoyed what he had eaten that morning, he only goes quiet again when they're at the register, simply staring down and away as they get their groceries and all. He speaks up again as they exit the store, rolling his eyes.*
One could argue that there are easier ways to do this sort of thing.
*He says, furrowing his brow a hint.*
*Jason pushes the cart and guides Damian as he goes to get all the ingredients on the list as he says them, smiling when the kid talks more and occasionally adding his own comments or snorting a bit.
The rows of shelves is a bit annoying because he has to make sure his wings are pinned and folded back to take as little space as possible. For any normal avian it would be fairly easy but since Jason is one of the rarer vulture species with some of the largest wings its not the best.
He manages without complaint though, getting all the groceries and paying, handing his cash to the teenage cashier who seems to done with being here to really care about anything but scanning the groceries.*
Well, some people just order all their groceries online and get them to their door.
*He chuckles a bit, continuing to push the trolley as they are still in the same building.*
That feels like there is room for mistake. Especially considering how ordering specific fruits and other items can become difficult when you do not have a visual example in front of you. I believe they would do well with an easier layout and less violent lighting among other things. The shelving is despicable.
*He follows while rolling his eyes and messing with the sleeves of his hoodie, he sticks close to Jason, but not as much as before, seeming more relaxed. Not fully, considering they're in public, but he seems less like he might be a step away from a panic attack.*
Where are we going now?
Well, we could go to Walmart? They don't sell food though.
*Jason laughs a bit. When Ra's literally bought him Walmart Jason of course brought Damian along as well as Ra's, Talia and all those shareholders who would come. It was probably a security risk but it was also a fun family outing he supposes. Closest thing he has to a family. Bruce and Ra's really should battle for being the worst head of the two of them, he would pay to watch that.*
You wanted to eat out so we'll do that.
*Damian scoffs with an eyeroll at the memory of them all going to a Walmart of all places, it was a strange and almost embarrassing effort done by Grandfather, but it was enjoyable for what it was.*
It's not your birthday yet, you will have to wait until we do any more Walmart excursions. Perhaps we can buy more of Walmart this year.
*Damian jokes, looking at Jason curiously at the last bit.*
I would like that yes...but if you do not wish to, we don't have to.
*He looks down at his feet at that with a small shrug that's a little sad and awkward compared to his demeanor prior.*
*Jason barks a laugh at that, bringing one of his hands over his face to hide it and his fangs before humming and putting his hand back on the cart.*
Of course. You'll have ta pick where we go, though. I cannot make this decision without you, my liege
*He says with a small smirk, tilting his head down to look at Damian. Before when he was braindead and also adjusting after the pit he really didnt have much free will, just trained to have instincts to fight and follow orders.
Some orders more... some orders not related to a mission. Damian of course doesnt know about that part but the only free will he had was protecting Damian. They said they dont even know why but in his braindead mind something connect Damian with someone to protect. He would go against any orders and act out of his own will or as much of it as he had just to protect and comfort the kid and everyone at the league just decided to leave it alone considering he would kill them without hesitation if they intervened, regardless of his orders.*
Right...well I don't know any restaurants, so I can't make any suggestions.
*Damian says with a small shrug. He's happy to be back with Jason, one of the only people who's ever really let him feel safe. He's known him the longest, and regardless of his bonds with some of the others, Jason has always been the strongest. Richard- Grayson, was different than the others, closer because he was all he had for a good while when Father was missing and presumed dead, even though he's betrayed him now.
But Jason was even more than that. He was safety, closeness and warmth. Whereas he and Grayson used to constantly be at each other's throats at the beginning, Jason was never that...Jason seemed to always understand. That wasn't a feeling Damian was used to having.*
Hm.. Well, we'll look around in the food court and we can check out anything that catches your eye.
*Jason hums, tilting his head and glancing up a bit in thought before looking back down at Damian and proposing the idea. He usually cooks for himself, eats whatever carcasses he can find or just doesnt eat so he doesnt know any places either other than those restaurants he mentioned earlier.*
*Damian hums a bit at that, moving a little closer to Jason but looking around a bit.*
I don't mind anything I suppose. I only do not want any meat...
*He mumbles the last bit, making a face and huffing. He's not sure if he likes malls really, he's only every been twice, now with Jason and once he had gone with Jonathan, Maya and Colin, considering Colin and Jonathan had been horrified at the fact Damian and Maya hadn't been before. They are noisy and strange, and Damian wasn't fond of the crowds.*
Of course, lets just look around, I'm not the best at picking
*Jason responds, pushing the cart along so they are at the food court, looking around and watching Damians reaction to see if hes interested in anything. He's honestly not even that hungry but if he doesnt eat Damian wont either.*
*Damian looks around at the different places in the court, most are fast food that look unappetizing or are wildly meat centered, but there's a few that seem nice...there seems to be a crêpe shop on one side, though that's mostly a desert food so Damian looks over it, a boba tea place, frozen yogurt, pizza place...there's an interesting looking pretzel stall that makes Damian pause. He's had a soft pretzel before while with Grayson once and he definitely liked it, compared to anything else he's gotten from different places.*
Could I get a pretzel...?
*He asks a little quietly, going to stand at Jason's side again and look up at him curiously, holding onto his sleeve.*
Yeah, sure.
*Jason smiles a bit, putting his cart to the side and taking out the two bags, one with the groceries and the other with Damians stuff. He holds on to Damians hand, making his way over to the pretzel stand and looking at the selections. Nothing really stands out to him considering its bread and there isnt anything spicy so he looks back at Damian.*
What do'ya want, Habibi?
*Damian smiles a little at the answer, taking Jason's hand without protest and walking with him towards the stand, looking over the menu and the food in the glass in front of them as they wait in the line. He points at baked soft pretzel.*
Can I get that?
*He asks quietly, looking up at Jason curiously. Its not exactly a whole meal but Damian doesn't mind and they ate breakfast late anyways, considering they didn't end up clothes shopping.*
Sure.
*He smiles, talking to the person running the stand and asking for only one of the baked soft pretzel. Jason isnt really hungry anyways so he just quickly pays, handing them the cash and a tip before taking the pretzel and handing it to Damian, moving out of the way so everyone behind them can go and leaning against the wall. He'll probably make a big lunch since they had breakfast only a few hours ago.*
*Damian takes it happily, but keeps his face still, looking more like the natural glare but with a small sparkle to his eye. He walks with Jason and sniffs the food before tasting it and making sure it tastes normal and there isn't anything in it, once he deems it okay he takes another bite. He doesn glance at Jason a bit.*
Are you going to get anything here..?
*He asks, furrowing his brow and looking him over almost suspiciously.*
*Jason hums, tilting his head a bit before thinking. He really doesnt want to but he knows Damian will just keep pressing it.*
I'll have something when we get dessert
*He decides, shrugging a bit and giving a reassuring smile, ruffling Damians hair a little bit. Getting Damian a treat wont be too bad and he can either share or get himself something small.*
*Damian perks up, tilting his head a little at the response and huffing when Jason ruffles his hair a bit and readjusting the headphones with an eyeroll.*
Dessert? This is hardly a meal.
*He holds up the pretzel a bit. It's good, salty and the bread is a nice flavor. Damian's always liked bread, even if it's not actually good for birds or anything and has basically no nutritional value, but as a small treat sometimes it's nice. He enjoys homemade bread the most, but the warm pretzels are good still for what they are. He's never had homemade pretzels so he doesn't have a frame of reference for that.*
Do you want a meal?
*Jason tilts his head at Damian, squinting a bit. He assumed he wouldnt want to eat anymore since Damian doesnt really ask to eat much in general but maybe hes wrong.
Jason doesnt have the best appetite himself, not by choice but because sometimes his body forgets its alive and he cant stomach anything or he doesnt get the signals to eat food especially when hes focusing on work. He usually just ends up loading up on food on good days.*
Not particularly...I'm only confused how dessert would be applicable here.
*Damian says with a small shrug as he stares down at his feet. Eating is annoying and he only does it because he needs to really, it gets rid of the discomfort and then he can move on with the day. He has his favorites sure, but it's not usually enjoyable without them and he doesn't get things he actually likes often, it tends to be more like a chore if anything.
He's been starved before for training purposes with a tutor, so he'd learn how to endure, so it's not exactly a new feeling. But if he can stop it, he will. He takes another bite of the pretzel however and looks back at Jason.*
If you dont want desert then you dont have to have anything.
*Jason shrugs, adjusting the bags in his hands a bit to go on his shoulder which is a little uncomfortable because of the wings but he ignores it.
He's more of a spice fan himself but Roy loves sugary stuff and hes baked quite alot in his life time so sweets are definitely his favourite after that.*
I didn't say that...I just said it doesn't make much sense to call it a dessert.
*Damian says with an eyeroll as he rips off a piece of the pretzel and eats it. Damian's always been more of a savory fan but sweets are a close second, he's not too big on spice but only when it's in large increments if anything or if it's the only flavor.
He looks down at his feet a bit, at the new sneakers which are definitely nicer and more comfortable even with the new feeling to them. He'll get used to that more but he's got some more room for his talons as well as just space for his feet, which he definitely is pleased about.*
I would like to have something if it is allowed.
What do'ya want me to call it?
*Jason snorts before nodding, holding Damians shoulder and walking him along out in the food court, looking around but letting Damian pick where they eat. He really doesnt mind anyways.
When he was in the league he didnt eat the entire time there but one time.. After he was revived by the pit he could but it never was really the same. Even after being homeless for 2 years and everything he has to do after he got adopted due to the refeeding syndrome he recovered only to, well, die then come back.*
A treat I suppose? Dessert is an addition to a meal...or I guess you could add 'a' to the beginning, such as a dessert. Because they're also a type of food, but without it, it implies you're speaking of the part of a meal.
*Damian responds, humming a little as he thinks. He huffs a bit, he follows Jason's gaze around the court still eating the pretzel. He's become used to the act of eating while doing things, such as walking or when you're out at a fair or carnival or something akin to those, considering Stephanie and Grayson enjoy dragging him to events like those. For whatever reason.
But it still feels almost awkward of an action, like he should be sitting down at a table to eat, but it's more normal here to just...have a snack and go back to your activities, even in schooling.*
Could we get crêpes?
*He suggests a little quieter as he points at the stall.*
Right.. don't get too technical with me now, I've only been speaking english for like.. 5 years.
*Jason laughs a bit, happy Damian at least seems to be enjoying the food. When Jason was brain dead he couldnt really talk or communicate, unable to say no other than screaming which was rare in itself and no one would listen.
After he was dumped in the pit he was able to relearn, muscle memory and the such coming in handy but all the trauma still making it difficult. He picked it back up relatively quickly and read to Damian every once in a while when he visited, teaching the kids english beyond the classy version the Al Ghul's spoke in like those people in bristol. He can at the very least understand Jasons accent if nothing else.*
Crêpes? Sure
*He asks, glancing over to the stand before humming and walking over in the direction of the stand, waiting in line behind a few people.*
Excuses.
*Damian rolls his eyes at that, he follows him, glancing around at the people and the signs and all. He finished eating the pretzel as they wait.*
Can we get fruit on it?
*He asks, a tilt to his head as he looks over at the menu. There isn't too big of a variety and they seem to also be selling smoothies as well, but there's a variety of toppings to be put on, mostly raspberries, strawberries and blueberries, as well as whipped cream and hazelnut spread.*
Of course its an excuse, what else?
*Jason snorts a bit. The person in front of them looks behind at the noise, a small look of disgust on their face before turning forward again. He just sighs and hopes Damian didn't notice before speaking.*
Yeah, just tell me what toppings.
*Damian smiles a bit, noticing the person looking back at them and moving to hide behind Jason a little. He almost wants to hiss at them with the look on their face, but he huffs and looks towards the menu once again, adjusting his headphones a little.*
Raspberries, strawberries and whipped cream...?
*He requests quietly. He's never had hazelnut spread or anything and blueberries are one of his least favorite fruits given how sour they can be, preferring them in baked goods over the fruit on its own.*
If that's alright.
*Jason brings a wing around Damian protectively, glancing back at the person in front of them before just sighing and looking back down at Damian with a smile. He didnt want him to notice but it seemed he did anyways. At least they were looking at Jason and not Damian.*
Of course.
*He nods, waiting until its their turn and speaking to the stall owner, ordering two of what he got but adding chocolate instead of raspberries for himself, leading them both to the side after paying to wait for it to be ready.*
*Damian smiles a little, resting his head a bit against Jason's side, happy to be in his wing, and also to not be chastised for anything. Jason's never been like that, nor has he even told him no once this entire trip, listening to him the entire time. Damian has known Jason practically as long as his memory goes back, and yet he's still cautious around him sometimes.
Damian can't help but feel almost like he's being rude, showing a lack of trust. But he does trust Jason, he doesn't really understand why he's so afraid like this.
Damian perks up as they move to wait for their food, watching the worker make them with a slight curiosity. He waits quietly for their food, just observing and staying pressed to Jason's side, fiddling with one of his head wings a little without realizing. He's used to having them pinned back, but doing that with the headphones is slightly uncomfortable, so they're mostly spread out.
Once their food is ready, Damian happily takes his crêpe, moving to sit at an empty table in the corner, mostly by the exit of the food court. Damian finished his pretzel while in line, throwing the paper packaging out as they pass a trashcan. Damian decides to sit on the same side of the booth as Jason instead of across from him, wanting to stay in his wings for longer.*
*Jason just waits in line, taking out his phone and making sure he didnt miss anything, keeping his wing securely around Damian and occasionally gently putting his claws in Damians hair and working through some knots. He perks up when the food is ready, pocketing his phone before moving over and taking his own crêpe, handing Damians to his. It does look good at the very least.
He follows Damian to the booth, expecting him to sit across from Jason as usual but being pleasantly surprised when he sits next to him, smiling fondly and making to give him more than enough space with Jasons wing around him before taking a small bite of his food just to test it. He doesnt feel how he normally does when hes poisoned which happens alot.
Usually in the league where Jason used to test Damians food to see if it was poisoned before giving it to him which was basically his only source of food for a while. When he was training his meals were also poisoned or Jason would just experiment with drugs and poisons himself, building a tolerance throughout his life after coming back and being quite familiar with them.*
*Damian watches him take the small bite of the food, watching him a little before taking a bite himself, deeming it okay without having to do a test himself given that Jason did it for him. He taps his foot a little as he eats his food, not having much to say really say for a while. He stays close to Jason though, eyeing the place a little. He'd like to leave quickly, but the food is good so that's a plus at least. The crêpes aren't as good as French crêpes but they're still pretty good for what they are.*
Do we have anything else to do today?
*He asks quietly after a while, looking up at Jason.*
*It had been a while since Damian had broken into Jason's apartment and Jason came back from the mission and found him. After convincing him to stay with Jason he had mostly been getting the groceries to restock all his food after his mission and also to make as much food from home to stuff the kid with since he hasnt even eaten much since he broke in and while Alfred is a good food he still doesnt know how to make the kind from the League.
Jason also bought some food for Alfred the Cat and some food bowls, all approved by Damian but he could tell the kid was missing the rest of his pets.
He checked in with the bats after he came back to see how things were since Damian was missing and safe to say it was.. bad. He spied on Bruce and Dick arguing which without Damian around to keep Dick civil with Bruce (which apparently didnt matter when Jason was a kid) the fight was bad and clearly not their first one.
Bruce is obviously livid and even called Talia to see if she knew were the kid was, thinking he ran off to the league. Dick is angry at Bruce and concerned out of his mind about how the kid is. He even managed to get Tim wrapped in who may have not been as close with the kid as Dick but was clearly concerned as well, helping him try find him and making theories. It was bad.
He's more concerned about what to do with school and while he would happily keep Damian with him the kid has friends and a life with news articles already covering where the youngest Wayne son is. Alfred has clearly given some kind of excuse for school at least to explain his absence.
Currently, however. Jason thankfully doesnt have to think about that because hes just asleep in bed, curled up with his wings covering him. He would honestly prefer to sleep on the floor but Damian is sleeping in his nest right now. He offered the spare room Jason has but he knows he keeps sneaking into the nest during the night.*
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*Damian is...doing fine he supposes. Things have been less stressful living with Jason, but part of him has begun to...miss everyone, has begun to feel like he's just taking up room and making things harder for Jason.
He doesn't have much with him besides his drawing stuff and Alfred the cat, and some clothes. Though besides Jason's hoodie most of it is uncomfortable dress shirts and pants and his school uniform, considering Father never bought him anything besides stuff he needed to wear to go out of the house.
He sleeps in Jason's extra room some nights but then he gets...nightmares, or just- becomes scared of being alone for whatever pathetic reason it is, so he sneaks into Jason's nest, hiding in his wings. Jason never mentions it or has told him to refrain from the unruly behavior so he...hasn't stopped.
He's even begun doing it on instinct instead of when he feels like he needs it, getting up in the middle of the night to lay next to Jason. He knows Jason wakes up when he does it, but he never tells him to leave. So Damian just curls up beside him.
Tonight is one of those nights, he's brought Alfred with him as well, placing the kitten in the nest and curling up next to Jason, using his wings almost like a blanket as he drifts off again...
There are flashes of pain behind his eyes, of men screaming and yelling, of blood splattering against the ground, laughs of adults as they drink and eat like there isn't a rotting corpse laid on the floor beside Damian. He grips his sword and fights back but he's done something wrong again- and Mother is abandoning him and Father is yelling, and saying he's horrible and selfish and he will never be good, never know empathy. Damian searches for hours for a pearl, one from his grandmother's necklace, for Father. Only to be called incapable of ever caring for another beside himself.
There's pain spreading on his back and against his wings and he bites his lip so he doesn't scream as he's whipped and punished. He's not sure for what reason, but all he knows is he's wrong and he deserves it- and then he's learning from a new tutor, a woman, Jason isn't around, other duties, probably ones of a general. The woman takes Damian to a river, far away from home.
He messes things up, some small mistake. He's seven years old.
She tries to drown him under the water and he kicks and screams, his head is beneath water and she's holding her hands over his throat and he shouts before picking up some large stone from the water and hitting her in the face, continuously slamming it into her head as he chokes on the lasting water in his lungs- he screams and-
His eyes fly open with a choked shout, wings going to hide him closely as he backs away, grabbing at his arms and breathing harshly, because there's water in his lungs and he can't breathe and Jason isn't here to help him, and he shrinks back against the wall, grabbing at himself as he wheezes almost.*
Alright...
*Damian mumbles, before going to pick up Alfred again, his shoes tied now. He picks up the cat and puts him on the windowsill of the apartment to look out the window. It's a day where it isn't raining in Gotham, but of course it's sad and dreary out still, clouded and gray. Though there are some activities that pass by their window that Alfred seems to be interested in, air and foot traffic mostly, and Damian enjoys watching the people in the city do as they please.
He stays there, simply observing as Alfred places his paws against the glass every now and again and meowing. Damian perks up and looks over when Jason comes back finally, glancing at Alfred for a moment before huffing and taking the cat and basically tossing the animal onto the couch, who seems entirely unbothered by this.*
Let us go then?
*Jason ties his laces before watching Damian, noting the paw prints on the window which he finds cute before watching as Damian practically chucks the cat onto the couch. He guesses cats do really land on their feet. He laughs at the situation, bringing a clawed hand over his face before quickly composing himself when Damian speaks*
Lets..
*He says with a small chuckle, opening the door and relocking everything behind the two of them before walking down the steps, finding his motorcycle in the alley he hid it in and taking it out.
After some consideration he decides to just pick Damian up and plop him on the bike despite knowing very well he could get on himself, ruffling the kids hair before following after and putting on his helmet. Its made to fit his face wings obviously similar to the Red Hood helmet so its not too uncomfortable*
Ready, Dami?
*Damian follows him, looking around a little but staying close by Jason for the most part. He yelps a little when Jason picks him up and puts him down on the bike but doesn't protest, instead simply allowing it and putting his head up after Jason ruffles his hair, rolling his eyes.*
Ready...
*He mumbles, letting Jason start the bike and go where they're intending to go.*
*Jason snorts at the reaction, bringing Damians hands around him so the kid doesnt fall*
Tuck your wings and lets go then
*He grins in the helmet though the tilt of his head and tone of his voice give it away without even seeing his face. After hes sure Damian is secure he starts the motorcycle and speeds off, making sure not to be as fast as he usually would since Damian and the extra weight is there but taking some safe short cuts till they arrive at the large shopping centre.*
*Damian huffs but does as he's told, covering his head with his hood for now and staying still for the ride until they get to the shopping centre. He makes a small face at the building but only huffs and gets off of the bike, looking towards Jason a bit curiously if anything.*
Do we have a list of things we need?
*He questions, brows furrowed a little. The sound might be bad inside, which vaguely worries him, but he's not weak. He can handle some loud noises.*
Of course, I'm not an animal.
*Jason rolls a bit before looking between Damian and the building. Hes never really likes shopping, hes never wanted much other than stability and all the price tags overwhelmed him. Its better now that he knows he can afford basically anything but he still finds himself wanting a good deal for quality. He really doesnt see the appeal but grabs his bag and enters the mall anyways.*
First we'll get you some clothes, hm?
*Damian makes a small face at that but nods, following after Jason as much as he can, trying to meet Jason's longer stride. He glances around a bit, sticking to Jason's side mostly.*
Why do I need more clothing?
*He questions, tilting his head a bit. Sure he doesn't have entire wardrobe with him, but he has enough that he only needs to wash his clothing once a week so far, and he doesn't change into anything to sleep so that makes for less clothing to wash. He had pajamas at the manor, but they weren't exactly things he was pleased to wear, he wasn't a fan of silk, it didn't feel comfortable if anything. He tended to avoid wearing them, which seemed to translate into what he decided to pack when he ran away.*
*Jason makes sure to slow his pace, not noticeable but taking smaller steps so he seems to be walking as fast but doesnt reach the same distance as he normally would. He tilts his head to Damian at the question, smiling a bit*
Well, proper pants are probably needed.. also shoes otherwise its up to you if you wanna get anything else.
*He knows Damian is someone who tries to live on the bare minimum, not taking too much space or too much at all. Jason was too but that was more circumstance.
They need to get at least that, maybe some headphones or earmuffs somewhere?*
I see...I thought these were proper. The shoes are still functional, Father did not give me any other pairs so I thought that was all you needed?
*Damian says, he winces a bit at some noises around them but hides the action by going to adjust his hood a little and walk a little closer to Jason, almost as if he wants to hold onto Jason's hand but he doesn't. He looks almost suspiciously at their surroundings, like something in the mall could attack him.*
*Jason brings a wing around Damian, not blocking his sight but around his back sort of like a side hug as they walk. The noises from all the people hear are probably overwhelming him but the store should be better.
Birds are the most common and majority of people are some species of them with bats being something extremely rare with only the Waynes really being known for them.*
Yeah but those are school clothes, you wouldnt wear your pyjamas outside, now would you? Similar with your uniform.
*He explains, leading Damian over to the clothes shop. Jason makes sure to explain everything to Damian or at least as much as and in a way he can tell the kid. He deserves to be treated like a person.*
Right...but my pants are not for school. They are for other things. The shoes I suppose I understand...can I...get sneakers? Like the ones Jonathan has?
*He says with a slight tilt to his head, he almost seems nervous at the idea, putting his hands in his hoodie pocket and looking up at Jason with a slight purse to his lips.
Jonathan definitely seems to dress differently, and he has pointed this out before, but Damian had thought it was because Jonathan was allowed to have more colorful and comfortable items whereas Damian is not. He was able to accept that, but he still...wishes somewhat that maybe Jason will allow at least the want for sneakers.
They aren't exactly comfortable but they've always looked cool...and Damian enjoys the laced look on his costume, it's why he chose them over the boots most of the others wear with their costumes. He was given freedom to design what he wanted by Grayson, so he...indulged.*
*Jason smiles fondly at that, humming.*
Yeah, you'll have to pick your clothes out, I've been told I have no fashion taste anyways. Go look
*He sighs dramatically at the last part, leading Damian into the store. He phrases it as once again Jasons fault and Damian helping him out by choosing for himself so the kid wont feel too much pressure to buy what Jason deems ok even though he doesnt mind as long as the kid is comfortable and happy.
Its hopefully less loud in here at least and he greets the man at the counter. They seem to be some breed of pigeon but Jason doesnt mind, folding up his wings and tell him that he and his brother are just going to look around before walking back over to Damian. He can tell the man is suspicious of Jason due to him being a vulture but ignores it, bringing a wing around Damians back to protect him from the man eyeing Jason's gaze.*
*Damian snickers a little at that, following Jason inside the store and glaring a bit at the man at the counter, huffing and grabbing Jason's hand to drag him inside and away from him. He's not sure what he's looking for or what he's allowed to get, but he looks around a little idly in the boy's section, frowning a little and staying close to Jason if anything.
He decides the shoes would be easier and tugs on Jason's sleeve a little to bring him to the shoes section. He looks around at the different sneakers and things for a bit, not speaking but seeming to be in deep thought and contemplation about the options if anything. He ends up finding some green sneakers that look nice, and looks up at Jason.*
I don't know my size.
*He says a little quietly, looking anxious...or well, he looks angry, but Jason can tell the underlying emotion there, considering the boy tends to look angry.*
*Jason is surprised when Damian grabs his hand and basically drags him along, laughing a bit and using his other hand to hide his face before composing himself and following. Hes not really interested and just wants Damian to buy whatever.
He nods when his sleeve is pulled, continuing to follow Damian into the shoes section and letting him hold on to Jason if he wishes. He hums when Damian speaks, glancing at the shoes but honestly not caring much.*
Well, are the shoes you have on right now comfortable? We can go up or down a size if not.
*Damian frowns, looking down at his feet with an almost determined look.*
I suppose they're a little small now.
*He mumbles. The shoes were the ones he had gotten when he first stopped homeschooling about a year ago, replacing his older dress shoes that he thinks were donated or thrown out. He's fairly certain Pennyworth had measured his feet beforehand.*
I don't know the size of these. Pennyworth bought them somewhere without my knowledge before I started attending school. Some sort of custom made thing I believe.
*That seems to be a strange steady theme with Damian's things, they are high quality and expensive, but theres always some lack to them. High quality and expensive button up shirts and pants, yet nothing comfortable. Shoes that are expensive and custom made yet they're the only shoes he has, and he hasn't gotten new ones in a while.*
Ah.. That makes sense. Well, then we'll have to do it the trial and error way.
*He hums, looking at the different shoes and trying to calculate which ones would best fit Damians feet and claws. After some consideration he picks out some, they have a good enough amount of claw space and should be around his size though he doubts it will work the first try.*
Wear these, walk around in them a bit and see. Make sure to tell me if they are too big or small or if you need more claw space.
*Jason says, handing the shoes to Damian and waiting for him to try them on. The employee from before is still there and eyeing him, probably thinking he might grab the shoes and fly off but he ignores it, focusing on Damian.*
*Damian nods, moving to put the shoes on and huffs when he notices the eyes on them, he glares again at the employee, tugging on his hood a little before moving to walk around and move with the shoes on.
His claws feel more comfortable in these ones compared to the scuffed up dress shoes, and he fiddles with the laces a little, they seem to be a bit too short which is annoying, considering he likes the shoes.*
These feel okay...
*He says softly, twisting his lips a little as he seems to think.*
Do they have different shoe laces?
*Jason watches as Damian puts on the shoes, noticing Damian glaring at the employee and looking back at them, giving a small smile before pressing his lips together and just continuing to watch as Damian walks around in him. He doesnt really want to scare them or anything especially since they'll have to check out and pay and he doesnt exactly want to get kicked out like he sometimes does.*
We can always take the laces out and buy new ones or use your old ones if you'd like?
*He hums, tilting his head and looking at the shoes. Jason would ask but he doesnt think that will really help the intimidation part.*
Hm...I'd like ones that are white to match the shoe better.
*Damian mumbles, looking shy or nervous at the admission, he fiddles with his hoodie strings a bit, looking down at the shoes a bit. He doesn't want to bother Jason or make him buy more than he needs to. He huffs.*
I can just deal with the old ones if needed.
*He says, going to take the shoes off and change back into his other shoes again.*
*Jason hums, agreeing before looking over to the employee and sighing. Hopefully having a kid with him will make this interaction more civil*
We're already here anyways let me just see.. you look for some pants?
*He crouches down to pick up the discarded shoes, tilting his head to the pants section for Damian to go to while he handles this. He just needs to go up to the counter and ask for different coloured shoelaces and hopefully that wont be a big deal.*
*Damian frowns a little, watching Jason leave and looking around anxiously. He didn't want him to leave him alone, but he doesn't protest and walks to the pants section, pulling a little on his hoodie strings and looking at the different pants in the clothing isle.
He chews on his lip a bit, not really considering any of the options in front of him and mostly just staring forward until Jason comes back, every so often scanning his surroundings. He can hear everyone else in the store and also the mumble of conversation that he recognizes as Jason and someone else, as well as a few others in the store, and the activity outside of the store, as well as music playing over an intercom, and it just...feels like a lot. Too much, really. He tugs on his hood as if it could muffle the noise somehow.*
*Jason walks over to the guy, trying to look a bit friendly or really anything that'll make him not look at him with that mix of fear, disgust and like hes somehow an inferior wild animal but ignores it anyways to just do this quickly.
Thankfully, despite their customer service not being the friendliest he quickly gets the new, white and longer laces and puts them on the shoes before letting Jason pay (while eyeing his money like he robbed a bank which to be fair he got it from other illegal means). The speed was probably just because they wanted Jason out as soon as possible but unluckily for them Jason walks over to Damian, noting him just,, staring at the selection.*
Habibi.. do you like anything?
*Damian looks over to him and sighs a bit, moving to hide behind him a little and stare at the clothing with a vengeance. He shrugs a bit and keep his shoulders up a bit near his ears, glancing around a little and grabbing onto Jason's jacket a bit, his hold light as he does.*
I don't know.
*He mumbles it, soft enough you could almost miss it with the other noises, though Damian feels like he's almost yelling, anxiously messing with his hood a bit more.*
*Jason is surprised by the movement but brings a wing around Damian’s back, resting a clawed hand gently on his shoulder*
That’s OK.. how about we start with sweatpants, just something for when you’re at home? Nice and comfy.
*He says slowly and softly, crouching down so he’s at around eye level with Damian. He doesn’t want to overwhelm him with choices and honestly he thought being out of the league would help Damian with that but he thinks the manor and just everything made it worse.*
Okay...that sounds good.
*Damian mumbles, not looking at Jason and instead staring at his feet a little. He's only worn sweatpants once and it was because he had to borrow some of Jonathan's pajamas while spending the night because he had embarrassingly forgotten pajamas. They were...comfortable though, he liked them better than the silk pajamas.*
Father never...is it okay?
*He asks, feeling anxious and looking around as if Father could randomly appear and reprimand him for even thinking about doing something like this. Father had never explicitly said he wasn't allowed to have clothes like this, but he also never bought them for him...even though Drake and Thomas seemed to have them. He was certain it was a rule specific to him and was the type he should know already and that one isn't supposed to question.*
*Jason presses his lips together at that comment looking away for a moment seeming mad before his face quickly corrects himself.*
Well, I’m not B. You don’t have to follow their rules while you’re with me, ok?
*He says softly, pressing their foreheads together for a second to show he’s not mad, not at Damian anyways. Of course Bruce would do something like that. He doesn’t think he would make it an outright rule though then again maybe Bruce has been getting worse not better. He made Damian promise to tell Jason if Bruce laid a hand on him and he hoped Damian has kept that because if not..*
*Damian looks up at Jason a bit curiously before seeming to relax a little and resting his head against Jason's back, a little below and to the side of his wings, still holding onto the fabric of his jacket.*
Alright...thank you, Akhi.
*He says quietly, moving to pull the sleeves of his hoodie over his hands a bit and looking over at the different pants selections now that he's not too panicked or anything. They look fine. most seem to be jeans which Damian has always despised. The texture of denim seems torturous. He's not sure what they are looking for so he doesn't move much, only peaking out from behind Jason.*
*Jason smiles softly down at Damian, putting a clawed hand softly on his shoulder and bringing his wing around Damians back*
No problem, Habibi. You want to go to a different section?
*He hums, noticing Damian doesnt seem interested in anything. He recalls the kid complaining about the texture of jeans one time so none of this will probably be something he'd feel comfortable in. They can go to a different store or just keep looking here. The former might be better considering the fact he can still feel eyes on him occasionally.*
I...would like something less...denim, yes
*He jokes quietly, rolling his eyes but staying close to Jason still. He looks around some more but most of the clothes they can see from this area seem to be boys shorts, jeans or khakis. Which is...not what Damian wants in the slightest really.*
I don't think they have any sweatpants...or- lounge wear I suppose.
*He mumbles, seeming a little more comfortable now that he's holding onto Jason but still slightly like he'd rather just run away and hide.*
*Jason snorts, bringing his hand up to rake through Damians hair a bit. It seems like Damian is basically hiding behind Jason to protect himself from the clothes which is cute but a bit sad.*
How about we go somewhere else? I already paid for the shoes.
*He hums, picking up the bag for the shoes in question which he left on the seat and looking back down at Damian, tilting his head in question*
Okay...I don't care.
*He rolls his eyes a little and looks down with a small huff. He holds onto Jason a bit tighter when he moves, like he might let go of him and leave him there. He doesn't look him in the eyes though, glaring a little at his feet and grits his teeth.*
He just wants to get the stuff and go already. He doesn't know why he thought this would be nice, or that leaving the house would be a good idea, now he just feels overwhelmed and doesn't want to do any of this.*
*Jason sees his discomfort, sighing a bit before picking Damian up and ruffling his hair, making a small coo and nuzzling his face before taking the bag and leaving the store, making sure to keep a wing between Damian and the shop owner. Maybe a break would be good.*
Is it loud?
*He whispers softly, hanging the bag on his arm so he can brush the hair out of Damians face and put his hands over his ears while cupping it. Earmuffs might make the rest of the trip more bearable*
*Damian at first tenses at the movement but he leans into it, hiding his face in Jason's shoulder a little as he does. He chirps back but it's a little weak and is able to show his discomfort more. He's not good at controlling the tone of the noises considering he's mainly been taught never to make them.
He's thankful when Jason puts his hands over his ears, making a soft whimpering sound almost as he does and not looking at him. He nods in response however, squeezing onto Jason a bit more.*
*Jason frowns, heart aching a bit at the baby bird's discomfort, continuing to cover his ears and making his way over to a nearby store for accessories, he greets the owner who looks more confused than anything before walking over to the changing room, entering one of them and placing Damian down on the stoll, still hugging him close.
Its much quieter here so hopefully it gives Damian a chance to calm down a bit. Instead of talking Jason lets out a small coo after a while to see if Damian will respond.*
*Damian hugs Jason only opening his eyes at the change of setting and the sound of Jason speaking to someone. He looks around the changing room a bit but stays in Jasons wings. He takes a few breathes and tries to not lose it. He's usually better with the noise but it's been worse lately, and he doesn't know why. He still feels like he's somehow becoming weaker and he doesn't know why.
After a second or two he squeaks a bit, clicking as his wings twitch a little. He sighs a little and leans on Jason.*
Sorry.
*He whispers.*
*Jason just holds him close and in his wings, clicking back softly when Damian does and brushing his hair back, working his way through it before turning to preen a few feathers that were ready to come out.*
Its fine.
*He coos softly, nuzzling Damians face. Hopefully he feels more calm now that its quiet. Jason definitely needs to get those earmuffs for him. At home its quiet so being overwhelmed by all the noise outside probably caused this.*
*Damian's breathing seems to calm but he stays in Jason's hold, not making any sign of moving really. It's nicer in here and he doesn't have to deal with all the noise...he's ruined the shopping trip, he probably shouldn't have come along in the first place if anything. He doesn't voice this, just sighing a little and hiding his face a bit.
The hold and touch are comforting and the noise is somewhat muffled in here, but it's still not great and he moves to cover his ears after a few moments, his hood down now that Jason is messing with his hair and all. He doesn't move to stop him or anything though, leaning into it almost.*
*Jason eventually moves to sit down instead with Damian in his lap, still stable in his hold and wings. He just continues to preen Damians wings or at least as much as they need since they didnt in the morning, letting out a few small coos as he does so. He brings one hand over Damians when he covers his ears, making sure not to make any noises himself and instead nuzzling him every now and again.*
*Eventually Damian takes his hands away slowly, looking up at Jason with a face that looks...like he's contemplating if anything. He frowns a bit., still seeming uncomfortable but not as intensely as before.*
I didn't...mean to disrupt the shopping trip.
*He looks away, speaking softly and looking almost anxious, shifting his legs so they're up by his chest, his wings moving a little to cover himself.*
We can keep going.
*He mumbles it, face hidden a little. He's still against Jason however and makes no effort to move away.*
*Jason cups his face, pressing their foreheads together before letting Damian have some space, a small smile on his face as he looks at him. He makes sure his wings are around Damian at the very least, looking at the little bird.*
Ok.. How about we get you earmuffs or some noise cancelling headphones, hm?
*He says softly, miming them for emphasis. It will make this trip all the more bearable and just in general whenever Damian feels overwhelmed.*
*He makes a small face, but looks at Jason and sighs.*
Okay...if that's alright with you.
*Damian mumbles. He seems to be more compliant when he's uncomfortable, given that it's easier than making things worse by angering whoever he's with. He knows he can be annoying and bratty, it's best if he just shuts up sometimes.
Damian hides his face again. Headphones or something would be nice to get the noise to stop being so much...but he doesn't want to be some kind of bother or nuisance. He honestly just wishes he never came here.*
*He sighs a bit but is still smiling, ruffling Damians hair a bit*
Of course. You wanna wait a bit longer in here or.. I could bring the headphones to you?
*Jason offers, thinking of a way that would be the best and most comfortable for Damian. He knows he might start shutting down and being compliant which he can already see the signs of and gives him options to hopefully coax him out of that without overwhelming Damian too much.*
*Damian frowns, not knowing what to say. He'd probably be more of a nuisance if he makes Jason drag him along with him, and it'll take longer if he does. But staying in here feels pathetic and cowardly almost, and part of him worries if that's just how he is now...and regardless of all of that being away from Jason almost feels like being stabbed for some reason and he worries he might freak out.
Damian decides staying will be better and less bothersome, even if it might make him anxious. He's not particularly happy with either choice but he has to say something, and he seems to be just staring down for a while, not answering but looking like he's thinking over the choices with a fervor.*
I...I can stay here.
*He can't even find the nerve in him to make some joke about ordering Jason around like a monarch, like he usually does to get rid of the ill feeling that comes with the worry of being denied. He just hides his face a bit and pulls his hood over his head once again. He feels weak.*
*Jason waits patiently for Damian to think it through, still holding his arms and keeping Damian in his wings. He doesnt want to leave him but he doesnt want Damian to be too overwhelmed either but its Damians choice and he chooses to stay. Jason can respect that at least.*
Ok. Make sure to keep the door closed but not locked, I dont wanna break it.
*He smiles a bit, still speaking softly and trying to lighten the mood a smidge. Jason stands up, picking up the preened feathers and putting them in Damians lap.*
Take care of these for me, kay?
*Damian eyes him a bit, lamenting at the loss of the touch but nods, staying curled up and moving a bit to the corner of the changing room. He pauses and huffs a soft laugh at the feathers.*
Sure...
*He mumbles, furrowing his brow at Jason a little but taking the feathers in hand as Jason leaves. He huffs, staying hunched in on himself as he waits, staring down at the feathers he's holding. He doesn't like being alone, and not in a place like this really, and eventually he finds himself curling up more and covering his ears with his hands again to muffle the noise in the store and the music playing over the intercoms.
He just wants to go home and not have to deal with any of this stuff anymore, but Jason needs to get the food and everything so he's not going to complain or say anything, it would be stupid of him.*
*Jason gives Damian a small smile before leaving the room, quickly finding some earmuffs and noise cancelling headphones for him to try. The employee there thankfully doesnt seem to mind him all that much though she does eye his wings a bit but he ignores it.
Coming back in he has the earmuffs and headphones in his hands, handing them over to Damian before pressing their foreheads together and putting his wings back around him again.*
Try these? Its OK if they arent the best, I can get something else.
*He reassures, brushing some of Damians hair back and looking at his ears. They are mostly normal but some bat features do come through with them looking more pointed and the skin texture being different among other things.*
*Damian sits up quickly at the sound of footsteps and the door being opened, he looks a little alarmed before relaxing at the sight of Jason. He accepts the touch immediately, leaning into him and squeaking a little before looking over curiously at the headphones and earmuffs. He frowns a bit but takes off his hood and moves to put the earmuffs over his ears but the fabric is a bit of a weird texture and it makes the sensitive skin on his ears feel weird. They block out a good amount of sound but it feels akin to if he was just putting his hands over his ears.
He takes them off pretty quickly and takes the headphones instead, placing them on. They feel better, giving enough room for his ears to stay in and the head wings to not get in the way. The noise cancelling is better and actually feels like it's doing something besides just muffling the noise via pressure. He seems pretty okay with them but doesn't say anything, instead just not taking them off and handing the earmuffs back to Jason.*
*Jason pulls back a bit so Damian can try on both of the accessories, paying close attention to his body language and actions. If Damian doesnt feel like or doesnt want to talk thats ok, Jason can understand him just fine like this.
He seems to not like the earmuffs, preferring the headphones and keeping them on his head which is a big yes in words. Jason happily takes the earmuffs, gesturing to the door to say hes putting them back. When he returns in the room he sits down next to Damian again, bringing his wing back around him.*
*Damian frowns a bit when Jason leaves again but perks up when he's back, head wings flapping a bit as Jason goes to put his wing around him again. Damian moves over to hug Jason, not saying anything and just hiding his face in his side. He sighs a bit.
The headphones make it easier, he should be able to do the rest of the trip, even though part of him just wants to go back home. He looks over to the bag with his shoes in it and looks at Jason curiously. He points at it, asking silently if he could put them on, considering they'd already bought them. He likes the shoes, and he's happy he gets to have them even though he feels overwhelmed by everything.*
*Jason smiles at him, bringing an arm around his shoulders and hugging him back, just letting the two of them stay here while he cards through Damians hair gently with his claws. He perks up when Damian looks up at him and points to the bag, leaning over to grab it and handing it over to Damian, giving him some space but still keeping a wing around him while he tries it on.*
*Damian takes it and bows his head in thanks, not feeling like talking right now. Jason doesn't usually mind when he gets like that so he lets it be, moving to take out the sneakers. He puts them on, taking off the old scuffed school shoes and putting them in the box instead. He ties the new laces and kicks his feet a bit, looking down at them.
He's happy with them. He wants them to be able to get the shopping trip done with, really, so he packs his old shoes away in the box and places them in the bag. He uses his talons to cut the tags off of the shoes and stands. His head wings flap for a second, still getting used to the feeling of the headphones being over where they tend to fold against, but it's not uncomfortable, just different. Damian glances at Jason a bit, tugging at the sleeves of his hoodie so they go over his hands.*
*Jason smiles, watching as Damian tries on the shoes, happy seeing that he seems to like them before tilting his head in confusion when Damian gets up and puts them away. He takes a second but realises hes ready to leave, standing up as well and just putting the feathers in the bag.
Jason holds on to Damians shoulder, unlocking and opening the door and leaving the room, walking back over and putting the earmuffs back before talking to the lady at the counter, putting a hand on the headphones to tell Damian hes going to take them off before doing so and quickly letting the lady scan them and paying, putting them back on after a walking out the door.*
You want to get clothes or just groceries?
*Damian walks with him, looking around a little and frowning a bit but letting Jason take the headphones to scan, chirping a little unintentionally when he gets them back.
He moves to hold onto Jason's hand, looking around the place a bit. He looks up at him and shrugs, looking down. He doesn't really want to choose right now, if anything. He'd like some clothes but he's not sure, he just wants Jason to choose whats easier because he's not sure what the right answer is and he doesn't want to make anymore choices. He hides his face a bit in Jason's side.*
*Jason gladly holds Damian’s hand, smiling down at him a bit sadly when he doesn’t choose anything and instead just hides himself in Jason’s side. They can get clothes another time, it’ll probably overwhelm Damian since they’ll have to go to another store and try out a bunch of stuff with so many different choices.*
You still wanna eat out?
*He offers, still wanting to give Damian some choice. Jason doesn’t mind either way honestly so really it depends on if Damian wants to go home as soon as possible.*
*Damian pauses briefly before nodding yes insistently. He'd still like to get some food, that was really the only reason why he wanted to come along besides just being able to get out of the apartment for once. He seems to perk up a bit more at that.
He hasn't really gone to any restaurants in a long while, and the headphones are helping with the noise. He can do that, if anything.*
*Jasons smile widens a bit, nuzzling his hair before continuing to walk over to the grocery store, taking out a shopping cart and letting go of Damians hand to do so. After thinking for a bit he takes out his phone, opening the list of groceries and making sure to cut out any notes he'd rather no one sees before handing it to Damian.*
I need your help, Habibi. You tell me what we have to get, kay?
*He says firmly like its an order but mostly as a game, a soft smile on his face. Jason has memorised most of the list anyways but might as well make it fun and so he doesnt have to hold both the cart and his phone. If Damian wants he can also add whatever he'd like to the list and Jason might conveniently not notice.*
*Damian raises his eyebrow but takes the phone in his hands and looks the list over intently. It's mostly food items, some are things Damian's never really heard of, but he doesn't really know how to cook anything, so he supposes that's probably why. He looks to Jason.*
I don't know where anything is...are we simply going down the list?
*He says a little quietly, though enough for Jason to hear him. The headphones make it sound weird when he speaks, but it's better than just dealing with the noises of the store and everything else. He looks around the store a bit curiously, the lights are too bright and annoying to his eyes, but he's fairly used to the fluorescents of Gotham Academy so it's not that much of an issue, and it's not too bad when he looks down.*
Yep. You just have to say them.
*Jason hums, letting his voice reach its normal volume since Damian anyways has the headphones on. Its honestly a bit of an adjustment since hes used to speaking ever lower and softer than usual all the time since hes conscious of hurting Damians ears. He brings a hand to Damians shoulder, moving to enter the store and putting the hand back to steer the cart, gesturing for Damian to follow.*
*Damian hums in response, walking with Jason and glancing a bit more around. He's never really been in a grocery store before...which feels pretentious, but he never really had to, and the place is strange looking, people everywhere with their shopping carts going about, soft and muffled music, the dinging from the registers, the echoing all around. It's as if he's plugging his ears very firmly without any of the pain, it's nice.
He rattles off the different list items when Jason collects things, getting dramatically annoyed when he 'goes too slow.' with it, and how absurd he finds the sorting and formatting of the shop, definitely more talkative than before, he only asks for Jason to get some more fruit from fruit salads, considering he had enjoyed what he had eaten that morning, he only goes quiet again when they're at the register, simply staring down and away as they get their groceries and all. He speaks up again as they exit the store, rolling his eyes.*
One could argue that there are easier ways to do this sort of thing.
*He says, furrowing his brow a hint.*
*Jason pushes the cart and guides Damian as he goes to get all the ingredients on the list as he says them, smiling when the kid talks more and occasionally adding his own comments or snorting a bit.
The rows of shelves is a bit annoying because he has to make sure his wings are pinned and folded back to take as little space as possible. For any normal avian it would be fairly easy but since Jason is one of the rarer vulture species with some of the largest wings its not the best.
He manages without complaint though, getting all the groceries and paying, handing his cash to the teenage cashier who seems to done with being here to really care about anything but scanning the groceries.*
Well, some people just order all their groceries online and get them to their door.
*He chuckles a bit, continuing to push the trolley as they are still in the same building.*
That feels like there is room for mistake. Especially considering how ordering specific fruits and other items can become difficult when you do not have a visual example in front of you. I believe they would do well with an easier layout and less violent lighting among other things. The shelving is despicable.
*He follows while rolling his eyes and messing with the sleeves of his hoodie, he sticks close to Jason, but not as much as before, seeming more relaxed. Not fully, considering they're in public, but he seems less like he might be a step away from a panic attack.*
Where are we going now?
Well, we could go to Walmart? They don't sell food though.
*Jason laughs a bit. When Ra's literally bought him Walmart Jason of course brought Damian along as well as Ra's, Talia and all those shareholders who would come. It was probably a security risk but it was also a fun family outing he supposes. Closest thing he has to a family. Bruce and Ra's really should battle for being the worst head of the two of them, he would pay to watch that.*
You wanted to eat out so we'll do that.
*Damian scoffs with an eyeroll at the memory of them all going to a Walmart of all places, it was a strange and almost embarrassing effort done by Grandfather, but it was enjoyable for what it was.*
It's not your birthday yet, you will have to wait until we do any more Walmart excursions. Perhaps we can buy more of Walmart this year.
*Damian jokes, looking at Jason curiously at the last bit.*
I would like that yes...but if you do not wish to, we don't have to.
*He looks down at his feet at that with a small shrug that's a little sad and awkward compared to his demeanor prior.*
*Jason barks a laugh at that, bringing one of his hands over his face to hide it and his fangs before humming and putting his hand back on the cart.*
Of course. You'll have ta pick where we go, though. I cannot make this decision without you, my liege
*He says with a small smirk, tilting his head down to look at Damian. Before when he was braindead and also adjusting after the pit he really didnt have much free will, just trained to have instincts to fight and follow orders.
Some orders more... some orders not related to a mission. Damian of course doesnt know about that part but the only free will he had was protecting Damian. They said they dont even know why but in his braindead mind something connect Damian with someone to protect. He would go against any orders and act out of his own will or as much of it as he had just to protect and comfort the kid and everyone at the league just decided to leave it alone considering he would kill them without hesitation if they intervened, regardless of his orders.*
Right...well I don't know any restaurants, so I can't make any suggestions.
*Damian says with a small shrug. He's happy to be back with Jason, one of the only people who's ever really let him feel safe. He's known him the longest, and regardless of his bonds with some of the others, Jason has always been the strongest. Richard- Grayson, was different than the others, closer because he was all he had for a good while when Father was missing and presumed dead, even though he's betrayed him now.
But Jason was even more than that. He was safety, closeness and warmth. Whereas he and Grayson used to constantly be at each other's throats at the beginning, Jason was never that...Jason seemed to always understand. That wasn't a feeling Damian was used to having.*
Hm.. Well, we'll look around in the food court and we can check out anything that catches your eye.
*Jason hums, tilting his head and glancing up a bit in thought before looking back down at Damian and proposing the idea. He usually cooks for himself, eats whatever carcasses he can find or just doesnt eat so he doesnt know any places either other than those restaurants he mentioned earlier.*
*Damian hums a bit at that, moving a little closer to Jason but looking around a bit.*
I don't mind anything I suppose. I only do not want any meat...
*He mumbles the last bit, making a face and huffing. He's not sure if he likes malls really, he's only every been twice, now with Jason and once he had gone with Jonathan, Maya and Colin, considering Colin and Jonathan had been horrified at the fact Damian and Maya hadn't been before. They are noisy and strange, and Damian wasn't fond of the crowds.*
Of course, lets just look around, I'm not the best at picking
*Jason responds, pushing the cart along so they are at the food court, looking around and watching Damians reaction to see if hes interested in anything. He's honestly not even that hungry but if he doesnt eat Damian wont either.*
*Damian looks around at the different places in the court, most are fast food that look unappetizing or are wildly meat centered, but there's a few that seem nice...there seems to be a crêpe shop on one side, though that's mostly a desert food so Damian looks over it, a boba tea place, frozen yogurt, pizza place...there's an interesting looking pretzel stall that makes Damian pause. He's had a soft pretzel before while with Grayson once and he definitely liked it, compared to anything else he's gotten from different places.*
Could I get a pretzel...?
*He asks a little quietly, going to stand at Jason's side again and look up at him curiously, holding onto his sleeve.*
Yeah, sure.
*Jason smiles a bit, putting his cart to the side and taking out the two bags, one with the groceries and the other with Damians stuff. He holds on to Damians hand, making his way over to the pretzel stand and looking at the selections. Nothing really stands out to him considering its bread and there isnt anything spicy so he looks back at Damian.*
What do'ya want, Habibi?
*Damian smiles a little at the answer, taking Jason's hand without protest and walking with him towards the stand, looking over the menu and the food in the glass in front of them as they wait in the line. He points at baked soft pretzel.*
Can I get that?
*He asks quietly, looking up at Jason curiously. Its not exactly a whole meal but Damian doesn't mind and they ate breakfast late anyways, considering they didn't end up clothes shopping.*
Sure.
*He smiles, talking to the person running the stand and asking for only one of the baked soft pretzel. Jason isnt really hungry anyways so he just quickly pays, handing them the cash and a tip before taking the pretzel and handing it to Damian, moving out of the way so everyone behind them can go and leaning against the wall. He'll probably make a big lunch since they had breakfast only a few hours ago.*
*Damian takes it happily, but keeps his face still, looking more like the natural glare but with a small sparkle to his eye. He walks with Jason and sniffs the food before tasting it and making sure it tastes normal and there isn't anything in it, once he deems it okay he takes another bite. He doesn glance at Jason a bit.*
Are you going to get anything here..?
*He asks, furrowing his brow and looking him over almost suspiciously.*
*Jason hums, tilting his head a bit before thinking. He really doesnt want to but he knows Damian will just keep pressing it.*
I'll have something when we get dessert
*He decides, shrugging a bit and giving a reassuring smile, ruffling Damians hair a little bit. Getting Damian a treat wont be too bad and he can either share or get himself something small.*
*Damian perks up, tilting his head a little at the response and huffing when Jason ruffles his hair a bit and readjusting the headphones with an eyeroll.*
Dessert? This is hardly a meal.
*He holds up the pretzel a bit. It's good, salty and the bread is a nice flavor. Damian's always liked bread, even if it's not actually good for birds or anything and has basically no nutritional value, but as a small treat sometimes it's nice. He enjoys homemade bread the most, but the warm pretzels are good still for what they are. He's never had homemade pretzels so he doesn't have a frame of reference for that.*
Do you want a meal?
*Jason tilts his head at Damian, squinting a bit. He assumed he wouldnt want to eat anymore since Damian doesnt really ask to eat much in general but maybe hes wrong.
Jason doesnt have the best appetite himself, not by choice but because sometimes his body forgets its alive and he cant stomach anything or he doesnt get the signals to eat food especially when hes focusing on work. He usually just ends up loading up on food on good days.*
Not particularly...I'm only confused how dessert would be applicable here.
*Damian says with a small shrug as he stares down at his feet. Eating is annoying and he only does it because he needs to really, it gets rid of the discomfort and then he can move on with the day. He has his favorites sure, but it's not usually enjoyable without them and he doesn't get things he actually likes often, it tends to be more like a chore if anything.
He's been starved before for training purposes with a tutor, so he'd learn how to endure, so it's not exactly a new feeling. But if he can stop it, he will. He takes another bite of the pretzel however and looks back at Jason.*
If you dont want desert then you dont have to have anything.
*Jason shrugs, adjusting the bags in his hands a bit to go on his shoulder which is a little uncomfortable because of the wings but he ignores it.
He's more of a spice fan himself but Roy loves sugary stuff and hes baked quite alot in his life time so sweets are definitely his favourite after that.*
I didn't say that...I just said it doesn't make much sense to call it a dessert.
*Damian says with an eyeroll as he rips off a piece of the pretzel and eats it. Damian's always been more of a savory fan but sweets are a close second, he's not too big on spice but only when it's in large increments if anything or if it's the only flavor.
He looks down at his feet a bit, at the new sneakers which are definitely nicer and more comfortable even with the new feeling to them. He'll get used to that more but he's got some more room for his talons as well as just space for his feet, which he definitely is pleased about.*
I would like to have something if it is allowed.
What do'ya want me to call it?
*Jason snorts before nodding, holding Damians shoulder and walking him along out in the food court, looking around but letting Damian pick where they eat. He really doesnt mind anyways.
When he was in the league he didnt eat the entire time there but one time.. After he was revived by the pit he could but it never was really the same. Even after being homeless for 2 years and everything he has to do after he got adopted due to the refeeding syndrome he recovered only to, well, die then come back.*
A treat I suppose? Dessert is an addition to a meal...or I guess you could add 'a' to the beginning, such as a dessert. Because they're also a type of food, but without it, it implies you're speaking of the part of a meal.
*Damian responds, humming a little as he thinks. He huffs a bit, he follows Jason's gaze around the court still eating the pretzel. He's become used to the act of eating while doing things, such as walking or when you're out at a fair or carnival or something akin to those, considering Stephanie and Grayson enjoy dragging him to events like those. For whatever reason.
But it still feels almost awkward of an action, like he should be sitting down at a table to eat, but it's more normal here to just...have a snack and go back to your activities, even in schooling.*
Could we get crêpes?
*He suggests a little quieter as he points at the stall.*
Right.. don't get too technical with me now, I've only been speaking english for like.. 5 years.
*Jason laughs a bit, happy Damian at least seems to be enjoying the food. When Jason was brain dead he couldnt really talk or communicate, unable to say no other than screaming which was rare in itself and no one would listen.
After he was dumped in the pit he was able to relearn, muscle memory and the such coming in handy but all the trauma still making it difficult. He picked it back up relatively quickly and read to Damian every once in a while when he visited, teaching the kids english beyond the classy version the Al Ghul's spoke in like those people in bristol. He can at the very least understand Jasons accent if nothing else.*
Crêpes? Sure
*He asks, glancing over to the stand before humming and walking over in the direction of the stand, waiting in line behind a few people.*
Excuses.
*Damian rolls his eyes at that, he follows him, glancing around at the people and the signs and all. He finished eating the pretzel as they wait.*
Can we get fruit on it?
*He asks, a tilt to his head as he looks over at the menu. There isn't too big of a variety and they seem to also be selling smoothies as well, but there's a variety of toppings to be put on, mostly raspberries, strawberries and blueberries, as well as whipped cream and hazelnut spread.*
Of course its an excuse, what else?
*Jason snorts a bit. The person in front of them looks behind at the noise, a small look of disgust on their face before turning forward again. He just sighs and hopes Damian didn't notice before speaking.*
Yeah, just tell me what toppings.
*Damian smiles a bit, noticing the person looking back at them and moving to hide behind Jason a little. He almost wants to hiss at them with the look on their face, but he huffs and looks towards the menu once again, adjusting his headphones a little.*
Raspberries, strawberries and whipped cream...?
*He requests quietly. He's never had hazelnut spread or anything and blueberries are one of his least favorite fruits given how sour they can be, preferring them in baked goods over the fruit on its own.*
If that's alright.
*Jason brings a wing around Damian protectively, glancing back at the person in front of them before just sighing and looking back down at Damian with a smile. He didnt want him to notice but it seemed he did anyways. At least they were looking at Jason and not Damian.*
Of course.
*He nods, waiting until its their turn and speaking to the stall owner, ordering two of what he got but adding chocolate instead of raspberries for himself, leading them both to the side after paying to wait for it to be ready.*
*Damian smiles a little, resting his head a bit against Jason's side, happy to be in his wing, and also to not be chastised for anything. Jason's never been like that, nor has he even told him no once this entire trip, listening to him the entire time. Damian has known Jason practically as long as his memory goes back, and yet he's still cautious around him sometimes.
Damian can't help but feel almost like he's being rude, showing a lack of trust. But he does trust Jason, he doesn't really understand why he's so afraid like this.
Damian perks up as they move to wait for their food, watching the worker make them with a slight curiosity. He waits quietly for their food, just observing and staying pressed to Jason's side, fiddling with one of his head wings a little without realizing. He's used to having them pinned back, but doing that with the headphones is slightly uncomfortable, so they're mostly spread out.
Once their food is ready, Damian happily takes his crêpe, moving to sit at an empty table in the corner, mostly by the exit of the food court. Damian finished his pretzel while in line, throwing the paper packaging out as they pass a trashcan. Damian decides to sit on the same side of the booth as Jason instead of across from him, wanting to stay in his wings for longer.*
*It had been a while since Damian had broken into Jason's apartment and Jason came back from the mission and found him. After convincing him to stay with Jason he had mostly been getting the groceries to restock all his food after his mission and also to make as much food from home to stuff the kid with since he hasnt even eaten much since he broke in and while Alfred is a good food he still doesnt know how to make the kind from the League.
Jason also bought some food for Alfred the Cat and some food bowls, all approved by Damian but he could tell the kid was missing the rest of his pets.
He checked in with the bats after he came back to see how things were since Damian was missing and safe to say it was.. bad. He spied on Bruce and Dick arguing which without Damian around to keep Dick civil with Bruce (which apparently didnt matter when Jason was a kid) the fight was bad and clearly not their first one.
Bruce is obviously livid and even called Talia to see if she knew were the kid was, thinking he ran off to the league. Dick is angry at Bruce and concerned out of his mind about how the kid is. He even managed to get Tim wrapped in who may have not been as close with the kid as Dick but was clearly concerned as well, helping him try find him and making theories. It was bad.
He's more concerned about what to do with school and while he would happily keep Damian with him the kid has friends and a life with news articles already covering where the youngest Wayne son is. Alfred has clearly given some kind of excuse for school at least to explain his absence.
Currently, however. Jason thankfully doesnt have to think about that because hes just asleep in bed, curled up with his wings covering him. He would honestly prefer to sleep on the floor but Damian is sleeping in his nest right now. He offered the spare room Jason has but he knows he keeps sneaking into the nest during the night.*
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*Damian is...doing fine he supposes. Things have been less stressful living with Jason, but part of him has begun to...miss everyone, has begun to feel like he's just taking up room and making things harder for Jason.
He doesn't have much with him besides his drawing stuff and Alfred the cat, and some clothes. Though besides Jason's hoodie most of it is uncomfortable dress shirts and pants and his school uniform, considering Father never bought him anything besides stuff he needed to wear to go out of the house.
He sleeps in Jason's extra room some nights but then he gets...nightmares, or just- becomes scared of being alone for whatever pathetic reason it is, so he sneaks into Jason's nest, hiding in his wings. Jason never mentions it or has told him to refrain from the unruly behavior so he...hasn't stopped.
He's even begun doing it on instinct instead of when he feels like he needs it, getting up in the middle of the night to lay next to Jason. He knows Jason wakes up when he does it, but he never tells him to leave. So Damian just curls up beside him.
Tonight is one of those nights, he's brought Alfred with him as well, placing the kitten in the nest and curling up next to Jason, using his wings almost like a blanket as he drifts off again...
There are flashes of pain behind his eyes, of men screaming and yelling, of blood splattering against the ground, laughs of adults as they drink and eat like there isn't a rotting corpse laid on the floor beside Damian. He grips his sword and fights back but he's done something wrong again- and Mother is abandoning him and Father is yelling, and saying he's horrible and selfish and he will never be good, never know empathy. Damian searches for hours for a pearl, one from his grandmother's necklace, for Father. Only to be called incapable of ever caring for another beside himself.
There's pain spreading on his back and against his wings and he bites his lip so he doesn't scream as he's whipped and punished. He's not sure for what reason, but all he knows is he's wrong and he deserves it- and then he's learning from a new tutor, a woman, Jason isn't around, other duties, probably ones of a general. The woman takes Damian to a river, far away from home.
He messes things up, some small mistake. He's seven years old.
She tries to drown him under the water and he kicks and screams, his head is beneath water and she's holding her hands over his throat and he shouts before picking up some large stone from the water and hitting her in the face, continuously slamming it into her head as he chokes on the lasting water in his lungs- he screams and-
His eyes fly open with a choked shout, wings going to hide him closely as he backs away, grabbing at his arms and breathing harshly, because there's water in his lungs and he can't breathe and Jason isn't here to help him, and he shrinks back against the wall, grabbing at himself as he wheezes almost.*
Alright...
*Damian mumbles, before going to pick up Alfred again, his shoes tied now. He picks up the cat and puts him on the windowsill of the apartment to look out the window. It's a day where it isn't raining in Gotham, but of course it's sad and dreary out still, clouded and gray. Though there are some activities that pass by their window that Alfred seems to be interested in, air and foot traffic mostly, and Damian enjoys watching the people in the city do as they please.
He stays there, simply observing as Alfred places his paws against the glass every now and again and meowing. Damian perks up and looks over when Jason comes back finally, glancing at Alfred for a moment before huffing and taking the cat and basically tossing the animal onto the couch, who seems entirely unbothered by this.*
Let us go then?
*Jason ties his laces before watching Damian, noting the paw prints on the window which he finds cute before watching as Damian practically chucks the cat onto the couch. He guesses cats do really land on their feet. He laughs at the situation, bringing a clawed hand over his face before quickly composing himself when Damian speaks*
Lets..
*He says with a small chuckle, opening the door and relocking everything behind the two of them before walking down the steps, finding his motorcycle in the alley he hid it in and taking it out.
After some consideration he decides to just pick Damian up and plop him on the bike despite knowing very well he could get on himself, ruffling the kids hair before following after and putting on his helmet. Its made to fit his face wings obviously similar to the Red Hood helmet so its not too uncomfortable*
Ready, Dami?
*Damian follows him, looking around a little but staying close by Jason for the most part. He yelps a little when Jason picks him up and puts him down on the bike but doesn't protest, instead simply allowing it and putting his head up after Jason ruffles his hair, rolling his eyes.*
Ready...
*He mumbles, letting Jason start the bike and go where they're intending to go.*
*Jason snorts at the reaction, bringing Damians hands around him so the kid doesnt fall*
Tuck your wings and lets go then
*He grins in the helmet though the tilt of his head and tone of his voice give it away without even seeing his face. After hes sure Damian is secure he starts the motorcycle and speeds off, making sure not to be as fast as he usually would since Damian and the extra weight is there but taking some safe short cuts till they arrive at the large shopping centre.*
*Damian huffs but does as he's told, covering his head with his hood for now and staying still for the ride until they get to the shopping centre. He makes a small face at the building but only huffs and gets off of the bike, looking towards Jason a bit curiously if anything.*
Do we have a list of things we need?
*He questions, brows furrowed a little. The sound might be bad inside, which vaguely worries him, but he's not weak. He can handle some loud noises.*
Of course, I'm not an animal.
*Jason rolls a bit before looking between Damian and the building. Hes never really likes shopping, hes never wanted much other than stability and all the price tags overwhelmed him. Its better now that he knows he can afford basically anything but he still finds himself wanting a good deal for quality. He really doesnt see the appeal but grabs his bag and enters the mall anyways.*
First we'll get you some clothes, hm?
*Damian makes a small face at that but nods, following after Jason as much as he can, trying to meet Jason's longer stride. He glances around a bit, sticking to Jason's side mostly.*
Why do I need more clothing?
*He questions, tilting his head a bit. Sure he doesn't have entire wardrobe with him, but he has enough that he only needs to wash his clothing once a week so far, and he doesn't change into anything to sleep so that makes for less clothing to wash. He had pajamas at the manor, but they weren't exactly things he was pleased to wear, he wasn't a fan of silk, it didn't feel comfortable if anything. He tended to avoid wearing them, which seemed to translate into what he decided to pack when he ran away.*
*Jason makes sure to slow his pace, not noticeable but taking smaller steps so he seems to be walking as fast but doesnt reach the same distance as he normally would. He tilts his head to Damian at the question, smiling a bit*
Well, proper pants are probably needed.. also shoes otherwise its up to you if you wanna get anything else.
*He knows Damian is someone who tries to live on the bare minimum, not taking too much space or too much at all. Jason was too but that was more circumstance.
They need to get at least that, maybe some headphones or earmuffs somewhere?*
I see...I thought these were proper. The shoes are still functional, Father did not give me any other pairs so I thought that was all you needed?
*Damian says, he winces a bit at some noises around them but hides the action by going to adjust his hood a little and walk a little closer to Jason, almost as if he wants to hold onto Jason's hand but he doesn't. He looks almost suspiciously at their surroundings, like something in the mall could attack him.*
*Jason brings a wing around Damian, not blocking his sight but around his back sort of like a side hug as they walk. The noises from all the people hear are probably overwhelming him but the store should be better.
Birds are the most common and majority of people are some species of them with bats being something extremely rare with only the Waynes really being known for them.*
Yeah but those are school clothes, you wouldnt wear your pyjamas outside, now would you? Similar with your uniform.
*He explains, leading Damian over to the clothes shop. Jason makes sure to explain everything to Damian or at least as much as and in a way he can tell the kid. He deserves to be treated like a person.*
Right...but my pants are not for school. They are for other things. The shoes I suppose I understand...can I...get sneakers? Like the ones Jonathan has?
*He says with a slight tilt to his head, he almost seems nervous at the idea, putting his hands in his hoodie pocket and looking up at Jason with a slight purse to his lips.
Jonathan definitely seems to dress differently, and he has pointed this out before, but Damian had thought it was because Jonathan was allowed to have more colorful and comfortable items whereas Damian is not. He was able to accept that, but he still...wishes somewhat that maybe Jason will allow at least the want for sneakers.
They aren't exactly comfortable but they've always looked cool...and Damian enjoys the laced look on his costume, it's why he chose them over the boots most of the others wear with their costumes. He was given freedom to design what he wanted by Grayson, so he...indulged.*
*Jason smiles fondly at that, humming.*
Yeah, you'll have to pick your clothes out, I've been told I have no fashion taste anyways. Go look
*He sighs dramatically at the last part, leading Damian into the store. He phrases it as once again Jasons fault and Damian helping him out by choosing for himself so the kid wont feel too much pressure to buy what Jason deems ok even though he doesnt mind as long as the kid is comfortable and happy.
Its hopefully less loud in here at least and he greets the man at the counter. They seem to be some breed of pigeon but Jason doesnt mind, folding up his wings and tell him that he and his brother are just going to look around before walking back over to Damian. He can tell the man is suspicious of Jason due to him being a vulture but ignores it, bringing a wing around Damians back to protect him from the man eyeing Jason's gaze.*
*Damian snickers a little at that, following Jason inside the store and glaring a bit at the man at the counter, huffing and grabbing Jason's hand to drag him inside and away from him. He's not sure what he's looking for or what he's allowed to get, but he looks around a little idly in the boy's section, frowning a little and staying close to Jason if anything.
He decides the shoes would be easier and tugs on Jason's sleeve a little to bring him to the shoes section. He looks around at the different sneakers and things for a bit, not speaking but seeming to be in deep thought and contemplation about the options if anything. He ends up finding some green sneakers that look nice, and looks up at Jason.*
I don't know my size.
*He says a little quietly, looking anxious...or well, he looks angry, but Jason can tell the underlying emotion there, considering the boy tends to look angry.*
*Jason is surprised when Damian grabs his hand and basically drags him along, laughing a bit and using his other hand to hide his face before composing himself and following. Hes not really interested and just wants Damian to buy whatever.
He nods when his sleeve is pulled, continuing to follow Damian into the shoes section and letting him hold on to Jason if he wishes. He hums when Damian speaks, glancing at the shoes but honestly not caring much.*
Well, are the shoes you have on right now comfortable? We can go up or down a size if not.
*Damian frowns, looking down at his feet with an almost determined look.*
I suppose they're a little small now.
*He mumbles. The shoes were the ones he had gotten when he first stopped homeschooling about a year ago, replacing his older dress shoes that he thinks were donated or thrown out. He's fairly certain Pennyworth had measured his feet beforehand.*
I don't know the size of these. Pennyworth bought them somewhere without my knowledge before I started attending school. Some sort of custom made thing I believe.
*That seems to be a strange steady theme with Damian's things, they are high quality and expensive, but theres always some lack to them. High quality and expensive button up shirts and pants, yet nothing comfortable. Shoes that are expensive and custom made yet they're the only shoes he has, and he hasn't gotten new ones in a while.*
Ah.. That makes sense. Well, then we'll have to do it the trial and error way.
*He hums, looking at the different shoes and trying to calculate which ones would best fit Damians feet and claws. After some consideration he picks out some, they have a good enough amount of claw space and should be around his size though he doubts it will work the first try.*
Wear these, walk around in them a bit and see. Make sure to tell me if they are too big or small or if you need more claw space.
*Jason says, handing the shoes to Damian and waiting for him to try them on. The employee from before is still there and eyeing him, probably thinking he might grab the shoes and fly off but he ignores it, focusing on Damian.*
*Damian nods, moving to put the shoes on and huffs when he notices the eyes on them, he glares again at the employee, tugging on his hood a little before moving to walk around and move with the shoes on.
His claws feel more comfortable in these ones compared to the scuffed up dress shoes, and he fiddles with the laces a little, they seem to be a bit too short which is annoying, considering he likes the shoes.*
These feel okay...
*He says softly, twisting his lips a little as he seems to think.*
Do they have different shoe laces?
*Jason watches as Damian puts on the shoes, noticing Damian glaring at the employee and looking back at them, giving a small smile before pressing his lips together and just continuing to watch as Damian walks around in him. He doesnt really want to scare them or anything especially since they'll have to check out and pay and he doesnt exactly want to get kicked out like he sometimes does.*
We can always take the laces out and buy new ones or use your old ones if you'd like?
*He hums, tilting his head and looking at the shoes. Jason would ask but he doesnt think that will really help the intimidation part.*
Hm...I'd like ones that are white to match the shoe better.
*Damian mumbles, looking shy or nervous at the admission, he fiddles with his hoodie strings a bit, looking down at the shoes a bit. He doesn't want to bother Jason or make him buy more than he needs to. He huffs.*
I can just deal with the old ones if needed.
*He says, going to take the shoes off and change back into his other shoes again.*
*Jason hums, agreeing before looking over to the employee and sighing. Hopefully having a kid with him will make this interaction more civil*
We're already here anyways let me just see.. you look for some pants?
*He crouches down to pick up the discarded shoes, tilting his head to the pants section for Damian to go to while he handles this. He just needs to go up to the counter and ask for different coloured shoelaces and hopefully that wont be a big deal.*
*Damian frowns a little, watching Jason leave and looking around anxiously. He didn't want him to leave him alone, but he doesn't protest and walks to the pants section, pulling a little on his hoodie strings and looking at the different pants in the clothing isle.
He chews on his lip a bit, not really considering any of the options in front of him and mostly just staring forward until Jason comes back, every so often scanning his surroundings. He can hear everyone else in the store and also the mumble of conversation that he recognizes as Jason and someone else, as well as a few others in the store, and the activity outside of the store, as well as music playing over an intercom, and it just...feels like a lot. Too much, really. He tugs on his hood as if it could muffle the noise somehow.*
*Jason walks over to the guy, trying to look a bit friendly or really anything that'll make him not look at him with that mix of fear, disgust and like hes somehow an inferior wild animal but ignores it anyways to just do this quickly.
Thankfully, despite their customer service not being the friendliest he quickly gets the new, white and longer laces and puts them on the shoes before letting Jason pay (while eyeing his money like he robbed a bank which to be fair he got it from other illegal means). The speed was probably just because they wanted Jason out as soon as possible but unluckily for them Jason walks over to Damian, noting him just,, staring at the selection.*
Habibi.. do you like anything?
*Damian looks over to him and sighs a bit, moving to hide behind him a little and stare at the clothing with a vengeance. He shrugs a bit and keep his shoulders up a bit near his ears, glancing around a little and grabbing onto Jason's jacket a bit, his hold light as he does.*
I don't know.
*He mumbles it, soft enough you could almost miss it with the other noises, though Damian feels like he's almost yelling, anxiously messing with his hood a bit more.*
*Jason is surprised by the movement but brings a wing around Damian’s back, resting a clawed hand gently on his shoulder*
That’s OK.. how about we start with sweatpants, just something for when you’re at home? Nice and comfy.
*He says slowly and softly, crouching down so he’s at around eye level with Damian. He doesn’t want to overwhelm him with choices and honestly he thought being out of the league would help Damian with that but he thinks the manor and just everything made it worse.*
Okay...that sounds good.
*Damian mumbles, not looking at Jason and instead staring at his feet a little. He's only worn sweatpants once and it was because he had to borrow some of Jonathan's pajamas while spending the night because he had embarrassingly forgotten pajamas. They were...comfortable though, he liked them better than the silk pajamas.*
Father never...is it okay?
*He asks, feeling anxious and looking around as if Father could randomly appear and reprimand him for even thinking about doing something like this. Father had never explicitly said he wasn't allowed to have clothes like this, but he also never bought them for him...even though Drake and Thomas seemed to have them. He was certain it was a rule specific to him and was the type he should know already and that one isn't supposed to question.*
*Jason presses his lips together at that comment looking away for a moment seeming mad before his face quickly corrects himself.*
Well, I’m not B. You don’t have to follow their rules while you’re with me, ok?
*He says softly, pressing their foreheads together for a second to show he’s not mad, not at Damian anyways. Of course Bruce would do something like that. He doesn’t think he would make it an outright rule though then again maybe Bruce has been getting worse not better. He made Damian promise to tell Jason if Bruce laid a hand on him and he hoped Damian has kept that because if not..*
*Damian looks up at Jason a bit curiously before seeming to relax a little and resting his head against Jason's back, a little below and to the side of his wings, still holding onto the fabric of his jacket.*
Alright...thank you, Akhi.
*He says quietly, moving to pull the sleeves of his hoodie over his hands a bit and looking over at the different pants selections now that he's not too panicked or anything. They look fine. most seem to be jeans which Damian has always despised. The texture of denim seems torturous. He's not sure what they are looking for so he doesn't move much, only peaking out from behind Jason.*
*Jason smiles softly down at Damian, putting a clawed hand softly on his shoulder and bringing his wing around Damians back*
No problem, Habibi. You want to go to a different section?
*He hums, noticing Damian doesnt seem interested in anything. He recalls the kid complaining about the texture of jeans one time so none of this will probably be something he'd feel comfortable in. They can go to a different store or just keep looking here. The former might be better considering the fact he can still feel eyes on him occasionally.*
I...would like something less...denim, yes
*He jokes quietly, rolling his eyes but staying close to Jason still. He looks around some more but most of the clothes they can see from this area seem to be boys shorts, jeans or khakis. Which is...not what Damian wants in the slightest really.*
I don't think they have any sweatpants...or- lounge wear I suppose.
*He mumbles, seeming a little more comfortable now that he's holding onto Jason but still slightly like he'd rather just run away and hide.*
*Jason snorts, bringing his hand up to rake through Damians hair a bit. It seems like Damian is basically hiding behind Jason to protect himself from the clothes which is cute but a bit sad.*
How about we go somewhere else? I already paid for the shoes.
*He hums, picking up the bag for the shoes in question which he left on the seat and looking back down at Damian, tilting his head in question*
Okay...I don't care.
*He rolls his eyes a little and looks down with a small huff. He holds onto Jason a bit tighter when he moves, like he might let go of him and leave him there. He doesn't look him in the eyes though, glaring a little at his feet and grits his teeth.*
He just wants to get the stuff and go already. He doesn't know why he thought this would be nice, or that leaving the house would be a good idea, now he just feels overwhelmed and doesn't want to do any of this.*
*Jason sees his discomfort, sighing a bit before picking Damian up and ruffling his hair, making a small coo and nuzzling his face before taking the bag and leaving the store, making sure to keep a wing between Damian and the shop owner. Maybe a break would be good.*
Is it loud?
*He whispers softly, hanging the bag on his arm so he can brush the hair out of Damians face and put his hands over his ears while cupping it. Earmuffs might make the rest of the trip more bearable*
*Damian at first tenses at the movement but he leans into it, hiding his face in Jason's shoulder a little as he does. He chirps back but it's a little weak and is able to show his discomfort more. He's not good at controlling the tone of the noises considering he's mainly been taught never to make them.
He's thankful when Jason puts his hands over his ears, making a soft whimpering sound almost as he does and not looking at him. He nods in response however, squeezing onto Jason a bit more.*
*Jason frowns, heart aching a bit at the baby bird's discomfort, continuing to cover his ears and making his way over to a nearby store for accessories, he greets the owner who looks more confused than anything before walking over to the changing room, entering one of them and placing Damian down on the stoll, still hugging him close.
Its much quieter here so hopefully it gives Damian a chance to calm down a bit. Instead of talking Jason lets out a small coo after a while to see if Damian will respond.*
*Damian hugs Jason only opening his eyes at the change of setting and the sound of Jason speaking to someone. He looks around the changing room a bit but stays in Jasons wings. He takes a few breathes and tries to not lose it. He's usually better with the noise but it's been worse lately, and he doesn't know why. He still feels like he's somehow becoming weaker and he doesn't know why.
After a second or two he squeaks a bit, clicking as his wings twitch a little. He sighs a little and leans on Jason.*
Sorry.
*He whispers.*
*Jason just holds him close and in his wings, clicking back softly when Damian does and brushing his hair back, working his way through it before turning to preen a few feathers that were ready to come out.*
Its fine.
*He coos softly, nuzzling Damians face. Hopefully he feels more calm now that its quiet. Jason definitely needs to get those earmuffs for him. At home its quiet so being overwhelmed by all the noise outside probably caused this.*
*Damian's breathing seems to calm but he stays in Jason's hold, not making any sign of moving really. It's nicer in here and he doesn't have to deal with all the noise...he's ruined the shopping trip, he probably shouldn't have come along in the first place if anything. He doesn't voice this, just sighing a little and hiding his face a bit.
The hold and touch are comforting and the noise is somewhat muffled in here, but it's still not great and he moves to cover his ears after a few moments, his hood down now that Jason is messing with his hair and all. He doesn't move to stop him or anything though, leaning into it almost.*
*Jason eventually moves to sit down instead with Damian in his lap, still stable in his hold and wings. He just continues to preen Damians wings or at least as much as they need since they didnt in the morning, letting out a few small coos as he does so. He brings one hand over Damians when he covers his ears, making sure not to make any noises himself and instead nuzzling him every now and again.*
*Eventually Damian takes his hands away slowly, looking up at Jason with a face that looks...like he's contemplating if anything. He frowns a bit., still seeming uncomfortable but not as intensely as before.*
I didn't...mean to disrupt the shopping trip.
*He looks away, speaking softly and looking almost anxious, shifting his legs so they're up by his chest, his wings moving a little to cover himself.*
We can keep going.
*He mumbles it, face hidden a little. He's still against Jason however and makes no effort to move away.*
*Jason cups his face, pressing their foreheads together before letting Damian have some space, a small smile on his face as he looks at him. He makes sure his wings are around Damian at the very least, looking at the little bird.*
Ok.. How about we get you earmuffs or some noise cancelling headphones, hm?
*He says softly, miming them for emphasis. It will make this trip all the more bearable and just in general whenever Damian feels overwhelmed.*
*He makes a small face, but looks at Jason and sighs.*
Okay...if that's alright with you.
*Damian mumbles. He seems to be more compliant when he's uncomfortable, given that it's easier than making things worse by angering whoever he's with. He knows he can be annoying and bratty, it's best if he just shuts up sometimes.
Damian hides his face again. Headphones or something would be nice to get the noise to stop being so much...but he doesn't want to be some kind of bother or nuisance. He honestly just wishes he never came here.*
*He sighs a bit but is still smiling, ruffling Damians hair a bit*
Of course. You wanna wait a bit longer in here or.. I could bring the headphones to you?
*Jason offers, thinking of a way that would be the best and most comfortable for Damian. He knows he might start shutting down and being compliant which he can already see the signs of and gives him options to hopefully coax him out of that without overwhelming Damian too much.*
*Damian frowns, not knowing what to say. He'd probably be more of a nuisance if he makes Jason drag him along with him, and it'll take longer if he does. But staying in here feels pathetic and cowardly almost, and part of him worries if that's just how he is now...and regardless of all of that being away from Jason almost feels like being stabbed for some reason and he worries he might freak out.
Damian decides staying will be better and less bothersome, even if it might make him anxious. He's not particularly happy with either choice but he has to say something, and he seems to be just staring down for a while, not answering but looking like he's thinking over the choices with a fervor.*
I...I can stay here.
*He can't even find the nerve in him to make some joke about ordering Jason around like a monarch, like he usually does to get rid of the ill feeling that comes with the worry of being denied. He just hides his face a bit and pulls his hood over his head once again. He feels weak.*
*Jason waits patiently for Damian to think it through, still holding his arms and keeping Damian in his wings. He doesnt want to leave him but he doesnt want Damian to be too overwhelmed either but its Damians choice and he chooses to stay. Jason can respect that at least.*
Ok. Make sure to keep the door closed but not locked, I dont wanna break it.
*He smiles a bit, still speaking softly and trying to lighten the mood a smidge. Jason stands up, picking up the preened feathers and putting them in Damians lap.*
Take care of these for me, kay?
*Damian eyes him a bit, lamenting at the loss of the touch but nods, staying curled up and moving a bit to the corner of the changing room. He pauses and huffs a soft laugh at the feathers.*
Sure...
*He mumbles, furrowing his brow at Jason a little but taking the feathers in hand as Jason leaves. He huffs, staying hunched in on himself as he waits, staring down at the feathers he's holding. He doesn't like being alone, and not in a place like this really, and eventually he finds himself curling up more and covering his ears with his hands again to muffle the noise in the store and the music playing over the intercoms.
He just wants to go home and not have to deal with any of this stuff anymore, but Jason needs to get the food and everything so he's not going to complain or say anything, it would be stupid of him.*
*Jason gives Damian a small smile before leaving the room, quickly finding some earmuffs and noise cancelling headphones for him to try. The employee there thankfully doesnt seem to mind him all that much though she does eye his wings a bit but he ignores it.
Coming back in he has the earmuffs and headphones in his hands, handing them over to Damian before pressing their foreheads together and putting his wings back around him again.*
Try these? Its OK if they arent the best, I can get something else.
*He reassures, brushing some of Damians hair back and looking at his ears. They are mostly normal but some bat features do come through with them looking more pointed and the skin texture being different among other things.*
*Damian sits up quickly at the sound of footsteps and the door being opened, he looks a little alarmed before relaxing at the sight of Jason. He accepts the touch immediately, leaning into him and squeaking a little before looking over curiously at the headphones and earmuffs. He frowns a bit but takes off his hood and moves to put the earmuffs over his ears but the fabric is a bit of a weird texture and it makes the sensitive skin on his ears feel weird. They block out a good amount of sound but it feels akin to if he was just putting his hands over his ears.
He takes them off pretty quickly and takes the headphones instead, placing them on. They feel better, giving enough room for his ears to stay in and the head wings to not get in the way. The noise cancelling is better and actually feels like it's doing something besides just muffling the noise via pressure. He seems pretty okay with them but doesn't say anything, instead just not taking them off and handing the earmuffs back to Jason.*
*Jason pulls back a bit so Damian can try on both of the accessories, paying close attention to his body language and actions. If Damian doesnt feel like or doesnt want to talk thats ok, Jason can understand him just fine like this.
He seems to not like the earmuffs, preferring the headphones and keeping them on his head which is a big yes in words. Jason happily takes the earmuffs, gesturing to the door to say hes putting them back. When he returns in the room he sits down next to Damian again, bringing his wing back around him.*
*Damian frowns a bit when Jason leaves again but perks up when he's back, head wings flapping a bit as Jason goes to put his wing around him again. Damian moves over to hug Jason, not saying anything and just hiding his face in his side. He sighs a bit.
The headphones make it easier, he should be able to do the rest of the trip, even though part of him just wants to go back home. He looks over to the bag with his shoes in it and looks at Jason curiously. He points at it, asking silently if he could put them on, considering they'd already bought them. He likes the shoes, and he's happy he gets to have them even though he feels overwhelmed by everything.*
*Jason smiles at him, bringing an arm around his shoulders and hugging him back, just letting the two of them stay here while he cards through Damians hair gently with his claws. He perks up when Damian looks up at him and points to the bag, leaning over to grab it and handing it over to Damian, giving him some space but still keeping a wing around him while he tries it on.*
*Damian takes it and bows his head in thanks, not feeling like talking right now. Jason doesn't usually mind when he gets like that so he lets it be, moving to take out the sneakers. He puts them on, taking off the old scuffed school shoes and putting them in the box instead. He ties the new laces and kicks his feet a bit, looking down at them.
He's happy with them. He wants them to be able to get the shopping trip done with, really, so he packs his old shoes away in the box and places them in the bag. He uses his talons to cut the tags off of the shoes and stands. His head wings flap for a second, still getting used to the feeling of the headphones being over where they tend to fold against, but it's not uncomfortable, just different. Damian glances at Jason a bit, tugging at the sleeves of his hoodie so they go over his hands.*
*Jason smiles, watching as Damian tries on the shoes, happy seeing that he seems to like them before tilting his head in confusion when Damian gets up and puts them away. He takes a second but realises hes ready to leave, standing up as well and just putting the feathers in the bag.
Jason holds on to Damians shoulder, unlocking and opening the door and leaving the room, walking back over and putting the earmuffs back before talking to the lady at the counter, putting a hand on the headphones to tell Damian hes going to take them off before doing so and quickly letting the lady scan them and paying, putting them back on after a walking out the door.*
You want to get clothes or just groceries?
*Damian walks with him, looking around a little and frowning a bit but letting Jason take the headphones to scan, chirping a little unintentionally when he gets them back.
He moves to hold onto Jason's hand, looking around the place a bit. He looks up at him and shrugs, looking down. He doesn't really want to choose right now, if anything. He'd like some clothes but he's not sure, he just wants Jason to choose whats easier because he's not sure what the right answer is and he doesn't want to make anymore choices. He hides his face a bit in Jason's side.*
*Jason gladly holds Damian’s hand, smiling down at him a bit sadly when he doesn’t choose anything and instead just hides himself in Jason’s side. They can get clothes another time, it’ll probably overwhelm Damian since they’ll have to go to another store and try out a bunch of stuff with so many different choices.*
You still wanna eat out?
*He offers, still wanting to give Damian some choice. Jason doesn’t mind either way honestly so really it depends on if Damian wants to go home as soon as possible.*
*Damian pauses briefly before nodding yes insistently. He'd still like to get some food, that was really the only reason why he wanted to come along besides just being able to get out of the apartment for once. He seems to perk up a bit more at that.
He hasn't really gone to any restaurants in a long while, and the headphones are helping with the noise. He can do that, if anything.*
*Jasons smile widens a bit, nuzzling his hair before continuing to walk over to the grocery store, taking out a shopping cart and letting go of Damians hand to do so. After thinking for a bit he takes out his phone, opening the list of groceries and making sure to cut out any notes he'd rather no one sees before handing it to Damian.*
I need your help, Habibi. You tell me what we have to get, kay?
*He says firmly like its an order but mostly as a game, a soft smile on his face. Jason has memorised most of the list anyways but might as well make it fun and so he doesnt have to hold both the cart and his phone. If Damian wants he can also add whatever he'd like to the list and Jason might conveniently not notice.*
*Damian raises his eyebrow but takes the phone in his hands and looks the list over intently. It's mostly food items, some are things Damian's never really heard of, but he doesn't really know how to cook anything, so he supposes that's probably why. He looks to Jason.*
I don't know where anything is...are we simply going down the list?
*He says a little quietly, though enough for Jason to hear him. The headphones make it sound weird when he speaks, but it's better than just dealing with the noises of the store and everything else. He looks around the store a bit curiously, the lights are too bright and annoying to his eyes, but he's fairly used to the fluorescents of Gotham Academy so it's not that much of an issue, and it's not too bad when he looks down.*
Yep. You just have to say them.
*Jason hums, letting his voice reach its normal volume since Damian anyways has the headphones on. Its honestly a bit of an adjustment since hes used to speaking ever lower and softer than usual all the time since hes conscious of hurting Damians ears. He brings a hand to Damians shoulder, moving to enter the store and putting the hand back to steer the cart, gesturing for Damian to follow.*
*Damian hums in response, walking with Jason and glancing a bit more around. He's never really been in a grocery store before...which feels pretentious, but he never really had to, and the place is strange looking, people everywhere with their shopping carts going about, soft and muffled music, the dinging from the registers, the echoing all around. It's as if he's plugging his ears very firmly without any of the pain, it's nice.
He rattles off the different list items when Jason collects things, getting dramatically annoyed when he 'goes too slow.' with it, and how absurd he finds the sorting and formatting of the shop, definitely more talkative than before, he only asks for Jason to get some more fruit from fruit salads, considering he had enjoyed what he had eaten that morning, he only goes quiet again when they're at the register, simply staring down and away as they get their groceries and all. He speaks up again as they exit the store, rolling his eyes.*
One could argue that there are easier ways to do this sort of thing.
*He says, furrowing his brow a hint.*
*Jason pushes the cart and guides Damian as he goes to get all the ingredients on the list as he says them, smiling when the kid talks more and occasionally adding his own comments or snorting a bit.
The rows of shelves is a bit annoying because he has to make sure his wings are pinned and folded back to take as little space as possible. For any normal avian it would be fairly easy but since Jason is one of the rarer vulture species with some of the largest wings its not the best.
He manages without complaint though, getting all the groceries and paying, handing his cash to the teenage cashier who seems to done with being here to really care about anything but scanning the groceries.*
Well, some people just order all their groceries online and get them to their door.
*He chuckles a bit, continuing to push the trolley as they are still in the same building.*
That feels like there is room for mistake. Especially considering how ordering specific fruits and other items can become difficult when you do not have a visual example in front of you. I believe they would do well with an easier layout and less violent lighting among other things. The shelving is despicable.
*He follows while rolling his eyes and messing with the sleeves of his hoodie, he sticks close to Jason, but not as much as before, seeming more relaxed. Not fully, considering they're in public, but he seems less like he might be a step away from a panic attack.*
Where are we going now?
Well, we could go to Walmart? They don't sell food though.
*Jason laughs a bit. When Ra's literally bought him Walmart Jason of course brought Damian along as well as Ra's, Talia and all those shareholders who would come. It was probably a security risk but it was also a fun family outing he supposes. Closest thing he has to a family. Bruce and Ra's really should battle for being the worst head of the two of them, he would pay to watch that.*
You wanted to eat out so we'll do that.
*Damian scoffs with an eyeroll at the memory of them all going to a Walmart of all places, it was a strange and almost embarrassing effort done by Grandfather, but it was enjoyable for what it was.*
It's not your birthday yet, you will have to wait until we do any more Walmart excursions. Perhaps we can buy more of Walmart this year.
*Damian jokes, looking at Jason curiously at the last bit.*
I would like that yes...but if you do not wish to, we don't have to.
*He looks down at his feet at that with a small shrug that's a little sad and awkward compared to his demeanor prior.*
*Jason barks a laugh at that, bringing one of his hands over his face to hide it and his fangs before humming and putting his hand back on the cart.*
Of course. You'll have ta pick where we go, though. I cannot make this decision without you, my liege
*He says with a small smirk, tilting his head down to look at Damian. Before when he was braindead and also adjusting after the pit he really didnt have much free will, just trained to have instincts to fight and follow orders.
Some orders more... some orders not related to a mission. Damian of course doesnt know about that part but the only free will he had was protecting Damian. They said they dont even know why but in his braindead mind something connect Damian with someone to protect. He would go against any orders and act out of his own will or as much of it as he had just to protect and comfort the kid and everyone at the league just decided to leave it alone considering he would kill them without hesitation if they intervened, regardless of his orders.*
Right...well I don't know any restaurants, so I can't make any suggestions.
*Damian says with a small shrug. He's happy to be back with Jason, one of the only people who's ever really let him feel safe. He's known him the longest, and regardless of his bonds with some of the others, Jason has always been the strongest. Richard- Grayson, was different than the others, closer because he was all he had for a good while when Father was missing and presumed dead, even though he's betrayed him now.
But Jason was even more than that. He was safety, closeness and warmth. Whereas he and Grayson used to constantly be at each other's throats at the beginning, Jason was never that...Jason seemed to always understand. That wasn't a feeling Damian was used to having.*
Hm.. Well, we'll look around in the food court and we can check out anything that catches your eye.
*Jason hums, tilting his head and glancing up a bit in thought before looking back down at Damian and proposing the idea. He usually cooks for himself, eats whatever carcasses he can find or just doesnt eat so he doesnt know any places either other than those restaurants he mentioned earlier.*
*Damian hums a bit at that, moving a little closer to Jason but looking around a bit.*
I don't mind anything I suppose. I only do not want any meat...
*He mumbles the last bit, making a face and huffing. He's not sure if he likes malls really, he's only every been twice, now with Jason and once he had gone with Jonathan, Maya and Colin, considering Colin and Jonathan had been horrified at the fact Damian and Maya hadn't been before. They are noisy and strange, and Damian wasn't fond of the crowds.*
Of course, lets just look around, I'm not the best at picking
*Jason responds, pushing the cart along so they are at the food court, looking around and watching Damians reaction to see if hes interested in anything. He's honestly not even that hungry but if he doesnt eat Damian wont either.*
*Damian looks around at the different places in the court, most are fast food that look unappetizing or are wildly meat centered, but there's a few that seem nice...there seems to be a crêpe shop on one side, though that's mostly a desert food so Damian looks over it, a boba tea place, frozen yogurt, pizza place...there's an interesting looking pretzel stall that makes Damian pause. He's had a soft pretzel before while with Grayson once and he definitely liked it, compared to anything else he's gotten from different places.*
Could I get a pretzel...?
*He asks a little quietly, going to stand at Jason's side again and look up at him curiously, holding onto his sleeve.*
Yeah, sure.
*Jason smiles a bit, putting his cart to the side and taking out the two bags, one with the groceries and the other with Damians stuff. He holds on to Damians hand, making his way over to the pretzel stand and looking at the selections. Nothing really stands out to him considering its bread and there isnt anything spicy so he looks back at Damian.*
What do'ya want, Habibi?
*Damian smiles a little at the answer, taking Jason's hand without protest and walking with him towards the stand, looking over the menu and the food in the glass in front of them as they wait in the line. He points at baked soft pretzel.*
Can I get that?
*He asks quietly, looking up at Jason curiously. Its not exactly a whole meal but Damian doesn't mind and they ate breakfast late anyways, considering they didn't end up clothes shopping.*
Sure.
*He smiles, talking to the person running the stand and asking for only one of the baked soft pretzel. Jason isnt really hungry anyways so he just quickly pays, handing them the cash and a tip before taking the pretzel and handing it to Damian, moving out of the way so everyone behind them can go and leaning against the wall. He'll probably make a big lunch since they had breakfast only a few hours ago.*
*Damian takes it happily, but keeps his face still, looking more like the natural glare but with a small sparkle to his eye. He walks with Jason and sniffs the food before tasting it and making sure it tastes normal and there isn't anything in it, once he deems it okay he takes another bite. He doesn glance at Jason a bit.*
Are you going to get anything here..?
*He asks, furrowing his brow and looking him over almost suspiciously.*
*Jason hums, tilting his head a bit before thinking. He really doesnt want to but he knows Damian will just keep pressing it.*
I'll have something when we get dessert
*He decides, shrugging a bit and giving a reassuring smile, ruffling Damians hair a little bit. Getting Damian a treat wont be too bad and he can either share or get himself something small.*
*Damian perks up, tilting his head a little at the response and huffing when Jason ruffles his hair a bit and readjusting the headphones with an eyeroll.*
Dessert? This is hardly a meal.
*He holds up the pretzel a bit. It's good, salty and the bread is a nice flavor. Damian's always liked bread, even if it's not actually good for birds or anything and has basically no nutritional value, but as a small treat sometimes it's nice. He enjoys homemade bread the most, but the warm pretzels are good still for what they are. He's never had homemade pretzels so he doesn't have a frame of reference for that.*
Do you want a meal?
*Jason tilts his head at Damian, squinting a bit. He assumed he wouldnt want to eat anymore since Damian doesnt really ask to eat much in general but maybe hes wrong.
Jason doesnt have the best appetite himself, not by choice but because sometimes his body forgets its alive and he cant stomach anything or he doesnt get the signals to eat food especially when hes focusing on work. He usually just ends up loading up on food on good days.*
Not particularly...I'm only confused how dessert would be applicable here.
*Damian says with a small shrug as he stares down at his feet. Eating is annoying and he only does it because he needs to really, it gets rid of the discomfort and then he can move on with the day. He has his favorites sure, but it's not usually enjoyable without them and he doesn't get things he actually likes often, it tends to be more like a chore if anything.
He's been starved before for training purposes with a tutor, so he'd learn how to endure, so it's not exactly a new feeling. But if he can stop it, he will. He takes another bite of the pretzel however and looks back at Jason.*
If you dont want desert then you dont have to have anything.
*Jason shrugs, adjusting the bags in his hands a bit to go on his shoulder which is a little uncomfortable because of the wings but he ignores it.
He's more of a spice fan himself but Roy loves sugary stuff and hes baked quite alot in his life time so sweets are definitely his favourite after that.*
I didn't say that...I just said it doesn't make much sense to call it a dessert.
*Damian says with an eyeroll as he rips off a piece of the pretzel and eats it. Damian's always been more of a savory fan but sweets are a close second, he's not too big on spice but only when it's in large increments if anything or if it's the only flavor.
He looks down at his feet a bit, at the new sneakers which are definitely nicer and more comfortable even with the new feeling to them. He'll get used to that more but he's got some more room for his talons as well as just space for his feet, which he definitely is pleased about.*
I would like to have something if it is allowed.
What do'ya want me to call it?
*Jason snorts before nodding, holding Damians shoulder and walking him along out in the food court, looking around but letting Damian pick where they eat. He really doesnt mind anyways.
When he was in the league he didnt eat the entire time there but one time.. After he was revived by the pit he could but it never was really the same. Even after being homeless for 2 years and everything he has to do after he got adopted due to the refeeding syndrome he recovered only to, well, die then come back.*
A treat I suppose? Dessert is an addition to a meal...or I guess you could add 'a' to the beginning, such as a dessert. Because they're also a type of food, but without it, it implies you're speaking of the part of a meal.
*Damian responds, humming a little as he thinks. He huffs a bit, he follows Jason's gaze around the court still eating the pretzel. He's become used to the act of eating while doing things, such as walking or when you're out at a fair or carnival or something akin to those, considering Stephanie and Grayson enjoy dragging him to events like those. For whatever reason.
But it still feels almost awkward of an action, like he should be sitting down at a table to eat, but it's more normal here to just...have a snack and go back to your activities, even in schooling.*
Could we get crêpes?
*He suggests a little quieter as he points at the stall.*
Right.. don't get too technical with me now, I've only been speaking english for like.. 5 years.
*Jason laughs a bit, happy Damian at least seems to be enjoying the food. When Jason was brain dead he couldnt really talk or communicate, unable to say no other than screaming which was rare in itself and no one would listen.
After he was dumped in the pit he was able to relearn, muscle memory and the such coming in handy but all the trauma still making it difficult. He picked it back up relatively quickly and read to Damian every once in a while when he visited, teaching the kids english beyond the classy version the Al Ghul's spoke in like those people in bristol. He can at the very least understand Jasons accent if nothing else.*
Crêpes? Sure
*He asks, glancing over to the stand before humming and walking over in the direction of the stand, waiting in line behind a few people.*
Excuses.
*Damian rolls his eyes at that, he follows him, glancing around at the people and the signs and all. He finished eating the pretzel as they wait.*
Can we get fruit on it?
*He asks, a tilt to his head as he looks over at the menu. There isn't too big of a variety and they seem to also be selling smoothies as well, but there's a variety of toppings to be put on, mostly raspberries, strawberries and blueberries, as well as whipped cream and hazelnut spread.*
Of course its an excuse, what else?
*Jason snorts a bit. The person in front of them looks behind at the noise, a small look of disgust on their face before turning forward again. He just sighs and hopes Damian didn't notice before speaking.*
Yeah, just tell me what toppings.
*Damian smiles a bit, noticing the person looking back at them and moving to hide behind Jason a little. He almost wants to hiss at them with the look on their face, but he huffs and looks towards the menu once again, adjusting his headphones a little.*
Raspberries, strawberries and whipped cream...?
*He requests quietly. He's never had hazelnut spread or anything and blueberries are one of his least favorite fruits given how sour they can be, preferring them in baked goods over the fruit on its own.*
If that's alright.
*It had been a while since Damian had broken into Jason's apartment and Jason came back from the mission and found him. After convincing him to stay with Jason he had mostly been getting the groceries to restock all his food after his mission and also to make as much food from home to stuff the kid with since he hasnt even eaten much since he broke in and while Alfred is a good food he still doesnt know how to make the kind from the League.
Jason also bought some food for Alfred the Cat and some food bowls, all approved by Damian but he could tell the kid was missing the rest of his pets.
He checked in with the bats after he came back to see how things were since Damian was missing and safe to say it was.. bad. He spied on Bruce and Dick arguing which without Damian around to keep Dick civil with Bruce (which apparently didnt matter when Jason was a kid) the fight was bad and clearly not their first one.
Bruce is obviously livid and even called Talia to see if she knew were the kid was, thinking he ran off to the league. Dick is angry at Bruce and concerned out of his mind about how the kid is. He even managed to get Tim wrapped in who may have not been as close with the kid as Dick but was clearly concerned as well, helping him try find him and making theories. It was bad.
He's more concerned about what to do with school and while he would happily keep Damian with him the kid has friends and a life with news articles already covering where the youngest Wayne son is. Alfred has clearly given some kind of excuse for school at least to explain his absence.
Currently, however. Jason thankfully doesnt have to think about that because hes just asleep in bed, curled up with his wings covering him. He would honestly prefer to sleep on the floor but Damian is sleeping in his nest right now. He offered the spare room Jason has but he knows he keeps sneaking into the nest during the night.*
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*Damian is...doing fine he supposes. Things have been less stressful living with Jason, but part of him has begun to...miss everyone, has begun to feel like he's just taking up room and making things harder for Jason.
He doesn't have much with him besides his drawing stuff and Alfred the cat, and some clothes. Though besides Jason's hoodie most of it is uncomfortable dress shirts and pants and his school uniform, considering Father never bought him anything besides stuff he needed to wear to go out of the house.
He sleeps in Jason's extra room some nights but then he gets...nightmares, or just- becomes scared of being alone for whatever pathetic reason it is, so he sneaks into Jason's nest, hiding in his wings. Jason never mentions it or has told him to refrain from the unruly behavior so he...hasn't stopped.
He's even begun doing it on instinct instead of when he feels like he needs it, getting up in the middle of the night to lay next to Jason. He knows Jason wakes up when he does it, but he never tells him to leave. So Damian just curls up beside him.
Tonight is one of those nights, he's brought Alfred with him as well, placing the kitten in the nest and curling up next to Jason, using his wings almost like a blanket as he drifts off again...
There are flashes of pain behind his eyes, of men screaming and yelling, of blood splattering against the ground, laughs of adults as they drink and eat like there isn't a rotting corpse laid on the floor beside Damian. He grips his sword and fights back but he's done something wrong again- and Mother is abandoning him and Father is yelling, and saying he's horrible and selfish and he will never be good, never know empathy. Damian searches for hours for a pearl, one from his grandmother's necklace, for Father. Only to be called incapable of ever caring for another beside himself.
There's pain spreading on his back and against his wings and he bites his lip so he doesn't scream as he's whipped and punished. He's not sure for what reason, but all he knows is he's wrong and he deserves it- and then he's learning from a new tutor, a woman, Jason isn't around, other duties, probably ones of a general. The woman takes Damian to a river, far away from home.
He messes things up, some small mistake. He's seven years old.
She tries to drown him under the water and he kicks and screams, his head is beneath water and she's holding her hands over his throat and he shouts before picking up some large stone from the water and hitting her in the face, continuously slamming it into her head as he chokes on the lasting water in his lungs- he screams and-
His eyes fly open with a choked shout, wings going to hide him closely as he backs away, grabbing at his arms and breathing harshly, because there's water in his lungs and he can't breathe and Jason isn't here to help him, and he shrinks back against the wall, grabbing at himself as he wheezes almost.*
Alright...
*Damian mumbles, before going to pick up Alfred again, his shoes tied now. He picks up the cat and puts him on the windowsill of the apartment to look out the window. It's a day where it isn't raining in Gotham, but of course it's sad and dreary out still, clouded and gray. Though there are some activities that pass by their window that Alfred seems to be interested in, air and foot traffic mostly, and Damian enjoys watching the people in the city do as they please.
He stays there, simply observing as Alfred places his paws against the glass every now and again and meowing. Damian perks up and looks over when Jason comes back finally, glancing at Alfred for a moment before huffing and taking the cat and basically tossing the animal onto the couch, who seems entirely unbothered by this.*
Let us go then?
*Jason ties his laces before watching Damian, noting the paw prints on the window which he finds cute before watching as Damian practically chucks the cat onto the couch. He guesses cats do really land on their feet. He laughs at the situation, bringing a clawed hand over his face before quickly composing himself when Damian speaks*
Lets..
*He says with a small chuckle, opening the door and relocking everything behind the two of them before walking down the steps, finding his motorcycle in the alley he hid it in and taking it out.
After some consideration he decides to just pick Damian up and plop him on the bike despite knowing very well he could get on himself, ruffling the kids hair before following after and putting on his helmet. Its made to fit his face wings obviously similar to the Red Hood helmet so its not too uncomfortable*
Ready, Dami?
*Damian follows him, looking around a little but staying close by Jason for the most part. He yelps a little when Jason picks him up and puts him down on the bike but doesn't protest, instead simply allowing it and putting his head up after Jason ruffles his hair, rolling his eyes.*
Ready...
*He mumbles, letting Jason start the bike and go where they're intending to go.*
*Jason snorts at the reaction, bringing Damians hands around him so the kid doesnt fall*
Tuck your wings and lets go then
*He grins in the helmet though the tilt of his head and tone of his voice give it away without even seeing his face. After hes sure Damian is secure he starts the motorcycle and speeds off, making sure not to be as fast as he usually would since Damian and the extra weight is there but taking some safe short cuts till they arrive at the large shopping centre.*
*Damian huffs but does as he's told, covering his head with his hood for now and staying still for the ride until they get to the shopping centre. He makes a small face at the building but only huffs and gets off of the bike, looking towards Jason a bit curiously if anything.*
Do we have a list of things we need?
*He questions, brows furrowed a little. The sound might be bad inside, which vaguely worries him, but he's not weak. He can handle some loud noises.*
Of course, I'm not an animal.
*Jason rolls a bit before looking between Damian and the building. Hes never really likes shopping, hes never wanted much other than stability and all the price tags overwhelmed him. Its better now that he knows he can afford basically anything but he still finds himself wanting a good deal for quality. He really doesnt see the appeal but grabs his bag and enters the mall anyways.*
First we'll get you some clothes, hm?
*Damian makes a small face at that but nods, following after Jason as much as he can, trying to meet Jason's longer stride. He glances around a bit, sticking to Jason's side mostly.*
Why do I need more clothing?
*He questions, tilting his head a bit. Sure he doesn't have entire wardrobe with him, but he has enough that he only needs to wash his clothing once a week so far, and he doesn't change into anything to sleep so that makes for less clothing to wash. He had pajamas at the manor, but they weren't exactly things he was pleased to wear, he wasn't a fan of silk, it didn't feel comfortable if anything. He tended to avoid wearing them, which seemed to translate into what he decided to pack when he ran away.*
*Jason makes sure to slow his pace, not noticeable but taking smaller steps so he seems to be walking as fast but doesnt reach the same distance as he normally would. He tilts his head to Damian at the question, smiling a bit*
Well, proper pants are probably needed.. also shoes otherwise its up to you if you wanna get anything else.
*He knows Damian is someone who tries to live on the bare minimum, not taking too much space or too much at all. Jason was too but that was more circumstance.
They need to get at least that, maybe some headphones or earmuffs somewhere?*
I see...I thought these were proper. The shoes are still functional, Father did not give me any other pairs so I thought that was all you needed?
*Damian says, he winces a bit at some noises around them but hides the action by going to adjust his hood a little and walk a little closer to Jason, almost as if he wants to hold onto Jason's hand but he doesn't. He looks almost suspiciously at their surroundings, like something in the mall could attack him.*
*Jason brings a wing around Damian, not blocking his sight but around his back sort of like a side hug as they walk. The noises from all the people hear are probably overwhelming him but the store should be better.
Birds are the most common and majority of people are some species of them with bats being something extremely rare with only the Waynes really being known for them.*
Yeah but those are school clothes, you wouldnt wear your pyjamas outside, now would you? Similar with your uniform.
*He explains, leading Damian over to the clothes shop. Jason makes sure to explain everything to Damian or at least as much as and in a way he can tell the kid. He deserves to be treated like a person.*
Right...but my pants are not for school. They are for other things. The shoes I suppose I understand...can I...get sneakers? Like the ones Jonathan has?
*He says with a slight tilt to his head, he almost seems nervous at the idea, putting his hands in his hoodie pocket and looking up at Jason with a slight purse to his lips.
Jonathan definitely seems to dress differently, and he has pointed this out before, but Damian had thought it was because Jonathan was allowed to have more colorful and comfortable items whereas Damian is not. He was able to accept that, but he still...wishes somewhat that maybe Jason will allow at least the want for sneakers.
They aren't exactly comfortable but they've always looked cool...and Damian enjoys the laced look on his costume, it's why he chose them over the boots most of the others wear with their costumes. He was given freedom to design what he wanted by Grayson, so he...indulged.*
*Jason smiles fondly at that, humming.*
Yeah, you'll have to pick your clothes out, I've been told I have no fashion taste anyways. Go look
*He sighs dramatically at the last part, leading Damian into the store. He phrases it as once again Jasons fault and Damian helping him out by choosing for himself so the kid wont feel too much pressure to buy what Jason deems ok even though he doesnt mind as long as the kid is comfortable and happy.
Its hopefully less loud in here at least and he greets the man at the counter. They seem to be some breed of pigeon but Jason doesnt mind, folding up his wings and tell him that he and his brother are just going to look around before walking back over to Damian. He can tell the man is suspicious of Jason due to him being a vulture but ignores it, bringing a wing around Damians back to protect him from the man eyeing Jason's gaze.*
*Damian snickers a little at that, following Jason inside the store and glaring a bit at the man at the counter, huffing and grabbing Jason's hand to drag him inside and away from him. He's not sure what he's looking for or what he's allowed to get, but he looks around a little idly in the boy's section, frowning a little and staying close to Jason if anything.
He decides the shoes would be easier and tugs on Jason's sleeve a little to bring him to the shoes section. He looks around at the different sneakers and things for a bit, not speaking but seeming to be in deep thought and contemplation about the options if anything. He ends up finding some green sneakers that look nice, and looks up at Jason.*
I don't know my size.
*He says a little quietly, looking anxious...or well, he looks angry, but Jason can tell the underlying emotion there, considering the boy tends to look angry.*
*Jason is surprised when Damian grabs his hand and basically drags him along, laughing a bit and using his other hand to hide his face before composing himself and following. Hes not really interested and just wants Damian to buy whatever.
He nods when his sleeve is pulled, continuing to follow Damian into the shoes section and letting him hold on to Jason if he wishes. He hums when Damian speaks, glancing at the shoes but honestly not caring much.*
Well, are the shoes you have on right now comfortable? We can go up or down a size if not.
*Damian frowns, looking down at his feet with an almost determined look.*
I suppose they're a little small now.
*He mumbles. The shoes were the ones he had gotten when he first stopped homeschooling about a year ago, replacing his older dress shoes that he thinks were donated or thrown out. He's fairly certain Pennyworth had measured his feet beforehand.*
I don't know the size of these. Pennyworth bought them somewhere without my knowledge before I started attending school. Some sort of custom made thing I believe.
*That seems to be a strange steady theme with Damian's things, they are high quality and expensive, but theres always some lack to them. High quality and expensive button up shirts and pants, yet nothing comfortable. Shoes that are expensive and custom made yet they're the only shoes he has, and he hasn't gotten new ones in a while.*
Ah.. That makes sense. Well, then we'll have to do it the trial and error way.
*He hums, looking at the different shoes and trying to calculate which ones would best fit Damians feet and claws. After some consideration he picks out some, they have a good enough amount of claw space and should be around his size though he doubts it will work the first try.*
Wear these, walk around in them a bit and see. Make sure to tell me if they are too big or small or if you need more claw space.
*Jason says, handing the shoes to Damian and waiting for him to try them on. The employee from before is still there and eyeing him, probably thinking he might grab the shoes and fly off but he ignores it, focusing on Damian.*
*Damian nods, moving to put the shoes on and huffs when he notices the eyes on them, he glares again at the employee, tugging on his hood a little before moving to walk around and move with the shoes on.
His claws feel more comfortable in these ones compared to the scuffed up dress shoes, and he fiddles with the laces a little, they seem to be a bit too short which is annoying, considering he likes the shoes.*
These feel okay...
*He says softly, twisting his lips a little as he seems to think.*
Do they have different shoe laces?
*Jason watches as Damian puts on the shoes, noticing Damian glaring at the employee and looking back at them, giving a small smile before pressing his lips together and just continuing to watch as Damian walks around in him. He doesnt really want to scare them or anything especially since they'll have to check out and pay and he doesnt exactly want to get kicked out like he sometimes does.*
We can always take the laces out and buy new ones or use your old ones if you'd like?
*He hums, tilting his head and looking at the shoes. Jason would ask but he doesnt think that will really help the intimidation part.*
Hm...I'd like ones that are white to match the shoe better.
*Damian mumbles, looking shy or nervous at the admission, he fiddles with his hoodie strings a bit, looking down at the shoes a bit. He doesn't want to bother Jason or make him buy more than he needs to. He huffs.*
I can just deal with the old ones if needed.
*He says, going to take the shoes off and change back into his other shoes again.*
*Jason hums, agreeing before looking over to the employee and sighing. Hopefully having a kid with him will make this interaction more civil*
We're already here anyways let me just see.. you look for some pants?
*He crouches down to pick up the discarded shoes, tilting his head to the pants section for Damian to go to while he handles this. He just needs to go up to the counter and ask for different coloured shoelaces and hopefully that wont be a big deal.*
*Damian frowns a little, watching Jason leave and looking around anxiously. He didn't want him to leave him alone, but he doesn't protest and walks to the pants section, pulling a little on his hoodie strings and looking at the different pants in the clothing isle.
He chews on his lip a bit, not really considering any of the options in front of him and mostly just staring forward until Jason comes back, every so often scanning his surroundings. He can hear everyone else in the store and also the mumble of conversation that he recognizes as Jason and someone else, as well as a few others in the store, and the activity outside of the store, as well as music playing over an intercom, and it just...feels like a lot. Too much, really. He tugs on his hood as if it could muffle the noise somehow.*
*Jason walks over to the guy, trying to look a bit friendly or really anything that'll make him not look at him with that mix of fear, disgust and like hes somehow an inferior wild animal but ignores it anyways to just do this quickly.
Thankfully, despite their customer service not being the friendliest he quickly gets the new, white and longer laces and puts them on the shoes before letting Jason pay (while eyeing his money like he robbed a bank which to be fair he got it from other illegal means). The speed was probably just because they wanted Jason out as soon as possible but unluckily for them Jason walks over to Damian, noting him just,, staring at the selection.*
Habibi.. do you like anything?
*Damian looks over to him and sighs a bit, moving to hide behind him a little and stare at the clothing with a vengeance. He shrugs a bit and keep his shoulders up a bit near his ears, glancing around a little and grabbing onto Jason's jacket a bit, his hold light as he does.*
I don't know.
*He mumbles it, soft enough you could almost miss it with the other noises, though Damian feels like he's almost yelling, anxiously messing with his hood a bit more.*
*Jason is surprised by the movement but brings a wing around Damian’s back, resting a clawed hand gently on his shoulder*
That’s OK.. how about we start with sweatpants, just something for when you’re at home? Nice and comfy.
*He says slowly and softly, crouching down so he’s at around eye level with Damian. He doesn’t want to overwhelm him with choices and honestly he thought being out of the league would help Damian with that but he thinks the manor and just everything made it worse.*
Okay...that sounds good.
*Damian mumbles, not looking at Jason and instead staring at his feet a little. He's only worn sweatpants once and it was because he had to borrow some of Jonathan's pajamas while spending the night because he had embarrassingly forgotten pajamas. They were...comfortable though, he liked them better than the silk pajamas.*
Father never...is it okay?
*He asks, feeling anxious and looking around as if Father could randomly appear and reprimand him for even thinking about doing something like this. Father had never explicitly said he wasn't allowed to have clothes like this, but he also never bought them for him...even though Drake and Thomas seemed to have them. He was certain it was a rule specific to him and was the type he should know already and that one isn't supposed to question.*
*Jason presses his lips together at that comment looking away for a moment seeming mad before his face quickly corrects himself.*
Well, I’m not B. You don’t have to follow their rules while you’re with me, ok?
*He says softly, pressing their foreheads together for a second to show he’s not mad, not at Damian anyways. Of course Bruce would do something like that. He doesn’t think he would make it an outright rule though then again maybe Bruce has been getting worse not better. He made Damian promise to tell Jason if Bruce laid a hand on him and he hoped Damian has kept that because if not..*
*Damian looks up at Jason a bit curiously before seeming to relax a little and resting his head against Jason's back, a little below and to the side of his wings, still holding onto the fabric of his jacket.*
Alright...thank you, Akhi.
*He says quietly, moving to pull the sleeves of his hoodie over his hands a bit and looking over at the different pants selections now that he's not too panicked or anything. They look fine. most seem to be jeans which Damian has always despised. The texture of denim seems torturous. He's not sure what they are looking for so he doesn't move much, only peaking out from behind Jason.*
*Jason smiles softly down at Damian, putting a clawed hand softly on his shoulder and bringing his wing around Damians back*
No problem, Habibi. You want to go to a different section?
*He hums, noticing Damian doesnt seem interested in anything. He recalls the kid complaining about the texture of jeans one time so none of this will probably be something he'd feel comfortable in. They can go to a different store or just keep looking here. The former might be better considering the fact he can still feel eyes on him occasionally.*
I...would like something less...denim, yes
*He jokes quietly, rolling his eyes but staying close to Jason still. He looks around some more but most of the clothes they can see from this area seem to be boys shorts, jeans or khakis. Which is...not what Damian wants in the slightest really.*
I don't think they have any sweatpants...or- lounge wear I suppose.
*He mumbles, seeming a little more comfortable now that he's holding onto Jason but still slightly like he'd rather just run away and hide.*
*Jason snorts, bringing his hand up to rake through Damians hair a bit. It seems like Damian is basically hiding behind Jason to protect himself from the clothes which is cute but a bit sad.*
How about we go somewhere else? I already paid for the shoes.
*He hums, picking up the bag for the shoes in question which he left on the seat and looking back down at Damian, tilting his head in question*
Okay...I don't care.
*He rolls his eyes a little and looks down with a small huff. He holds onto Jason a bit tighter when he moves, like he might let go of him and leave him there. He doesn't look him in the eyes though, glaring a little at his feet and grits his teeth.*
He just wants to get the stuff and go already. He doesn't know why he thought this would be nice, or that leaving the house would be a good idea, now he just feels overwhelmed and doesn't want to do any of this.*
*Jason sees his discomfort, sighing a bit before picking Damian up and ruffling his hair, making a small coo and nuzzling his face before taking the bag and leaving the store, making sure to keep a wing between Damian and the shop owner. Maybe a break would be good.*
Is it loud?
*He whispers softly, hanging the bag on his arm so he can brush the hair out of Damians face and put his hands over his ears while cupping it. Earmuffs might make the rest of the trip more bearable*
*Damian at first tenses at the movement but he leans into it, hiding his face in Jason's shoulder a little as he does. He chirps back but it's a little weak and is able to show his discomfort more. He's not good at controlling the tone of the noises considering he's mainly been taught never to make them.
He's thankful when Jason puts his hands over his ears, making a soft whimpering sound almost as he does and not looking at him. He nods in response however, squeezing onto Jason a bit more.*
*Jason frowns, heart aching a bit at the baby bird's discomfort, continuing to cover his ears and making his way over to a nearby store for accessories, he greets the owner who looks more confused than anything before walking over to the changing room, entering one of them and placing Damian down on the stoll, still hugging him close.
Its much quieter here so hopefully it gives Damian a chance to calm down a bit. Instead of talking Jason lets out a small coo after a while to see if Damian will respond.*
*Damian hugs Jason only opening his eyes at the change of setting and the sound of Jason speaking to someone. He looks around the changing room a bit but stays in Jasons wings. He takes a few breathes and tries to not lose it. He's usually better with the noise but it's been worse lately, and he doesn't know why. He still feels like he's somehow becoming weaker and he doesn't know why.
After a second or two he squeaks a bit, clicking as his wings twitch a little. He sighs a little and leans on Jason.*
Sorry.
*He whispers.*
*Jason just holds him close and in his wings, clicking back softly when Damian does and brushing his hair back, working his way through it before turning to preen a few feathers that were ready to come out.*
Its fine.
*He coos softly, nuzzling Damians face. Hopefully he feels more calm now that its quiet. Jason definitely needs to get those earmuffs for him. At home its quiet so being overwhelmed by all the noise outside probably caused this.*
*Damian's breathing seems to calm but he stays in Jason's hold, not making any sign of moving really. It's nicer in here and he doesn't have to deal with all the noise...he's ruined the shopping trip, he probably shouldn't have come along in the first place if anything. He doesn't voice this, just sighing a little and hiding his face a bit.
The hold and touch are comforting and the noise is somewhat muffled in here, but it's still not great and he moves to cover his ears after a few moments, his hood down now that Jason is messing with his hair and all. He doesn't move to stop him or anything though, leaning into it almost.*
*Jason eventually moves to sit down instead with Damian in his lap, still stable in his hold and wings. He just continues to preen Damians wings or at least as much as they need since they didnt in the morning, letting out a few small coos as he does so. He brings one hand over Damians when he covers his ears, making sure not to make any noises himself and instead nuzzling him every now and again.*
*Eventually Damian takes his hands away slowly, looking up at Jason with a face that looks...like he's contemplating if anything. He frowns a bit., still seeming uncomfortable but not as intensely as before.*
I didn't...mean to disrupt the shopping trip.
*He looks away, speaking softly and looking almost anxious, shifting his legs so they're up by his chest, his wings moving a little to cover himself.*
We can keep going.
*He mumbles it, face hidden a little. He's still against Jason however and makes no effort to move away.*
*Jason cups his face, pressing their foreheads together before letting Damian have some space, a small smile on his face as he looks at him. He makes sure his wings are around Damian at the very least, looking at the little bird.*
Ok.. How about we get you earmuffs or some noise cancelling headphones, hm?
*He says softly, miming them for emphasis. It will make this trip all the more bearable and just in general whenever Damian feels overwhelmed.*
*He makes a small face, but looks at Jason and sighs.*
Okay...if that's alright with you.
*Damian mumbles. He seems to be more compliant when he's uncomfortable, given that it's easier than making things worse by angering whoever he's with. He knows he can be annoying and bratty, it's best if he just shuts up sometimes.
Damian hides his face again. Headphones or something would be nice to get the noise to stop being so much...but he doesn't want to be some kind of bother or nuisance. He honestly just wishes he never came here.*
*He sighs a bit but is still smiling, ruffling Damians hair a bit*
Of course. You wanna wait a bit longer in here or.. I could bring the headphones to you?
*Jason offers, thinking of a way that would be the best and most comfortable for Damian. He knows he might start shutting down and being compliant which he can already see the signs of and gives him options to hopefully coax him out of that without overwhelming Damian too much.*
*Damian frowns, not knowing what to say. He'd probably be more of a nuisance if he makes Jason drag him along with him, and it'll take longer if he does. But staying in here feels pathetic and cowardly almost, and part of him worries if that's just how he is now...and regardless of all of that being away from Jason almost feels like being stabbed for some reason and he worries he might freak out.
Damian decides staying will be better and less bothersome, even if it might make him anxious. He's not particularly happy with either choice but he has to say something, and he seems to be just staring down for a while, not answering but looking like he's thinking over the choices with a fervor.*
I...I can stay here.
*He can't even find the nerve in him to make some joke about ordering Jason around like a monarch, like he usually does to get rid of the ill feeling that comes with the worry of being denied. He just hides his face a bit and pulls his hood over his head once again. He feels weak.*
*Jason waits patiently for Damian to think it through, still holding his arms and keeping Damian in his wings. He doesnt want to leave him but he doesnt want Damian to be too overwhelmed either but its Damians choice and he chooses to stay. Jason can respect that at least.*
Ok. Make sure to keep the door closed but not locked, I dont wanna break it.
*He smiles a bit, still speaking softly and trying to lighten the mood a smidge. Jason stands up, picking up the preened feathers and putting them in Damians lap.*
Take care of these for me, kay?
*Damian eyes him a bit, lamenting at the loss of the touch but nods, staying curled up and moving a bit to the corner of the changing room. He pauses and huffs a soft laugh at the feathers.*
Sure...
*He mumbles, furrowing his brow at Jason a little but taking the feathers in hand as Jason leaves. He huffs, staying hunched in on himself as he waits, staring down at the feathers he's holding. He doesn't like being alone, and not in a place like this really, and eventually he finds himself curling up more and covering his ears with his hands again to muffle the noise in the store and the music playing over the intercoms.
He just wants to go home and not have to deal with any of this stuff anymore, but Jason needs to get the food and everything so he's not going to complain or say anything, it would be stupid of him.*
*Jason gives Damian a small smile before leaving the room, quickly finding some earmuffs and noise cancelling headphones for him to try. The employee there thankfully doesnt seem to mind him all that much though she does eye his wings a bit but he ignores it.
Coming back in he has the earmuffs and headphones in his hands, handing them over to Damian before pressing their foreheads together and putting his wings back around him again.*
Try these? Its OK if they arent the best, I can get something else.
*He reassures, brushing some of Damians hair back and looking at his ears. They are mostly normal but some bat features do come through with them looking more pointed and the skin texture being different among other things.*
*Damian sits up quickly at the sound of footsteps and the door being opened, he looks a little alarmed before relaxing at the sight of Jason. He accepts the touch immediately, leaning into him and squeaking a little before looking over curiously at the headphones and earmuffs. He frowns a bit but takes off his hood and moves to put the earmuffs over his ears but the fabric is a bit of a weird texture and it makes the sensitive skin on his ears feel weird. They block out a good amount of sound but it feels akin to if he was just putting his hands over his ears.
He takes them off pretty quickly and takes the headphones instead, placing them on. They feel better, giving enough room for his ears to stay in and the head wings to not get in the way. The noise cancelling is better and actually feels like it's doing something besides just muffling the noise via pressure. He seems pretty okay with them but doesn't say anything, instead just not taking them off and handing the earmuffs back to Jason.*
*Jason pulls back a bit so Damian can try on both of the accessories, paying close attention to his body language and actions. If Damian doesnt feel like or doesnt want to talk thats ok, Jason can understand him just fine like this.
He seems to not like the earmuffs, preferring the headphones and keeping them on his head which is a big yes in words. Jason happily takes the earmuffs, gesturing to the door to say hes putting them back. When he returns in the room he sits down next to Damian again, bringing his wing back around him.*
*Damian frowns a bit when Jason leaves again but perks up when he's back, head wings flapping a bit as Jason goes to put his wing around him again. Damian moves over to hug Jason, not saying anything and just hiding his face in his side. He sighs a bit.
The headphones make it easier, he should be able to do the rest of the trip, even though part of him just wants to go back home. He looks over to the bag with his shoes in it and looks at Jason curiously. He points at it, asking silently if he could put them on, considering they'd already bought them. He likes the shoes, and he's happy he gets to have them even though he feels overwhelmed by everything.*
*Jason smiles at him, bringing an arm around his shoulders and hugging him back, just letting the two of them stay here while he cards through Damians hair gently with his claws. He perks up when Damian looks up at him and points to the bag, leaning over to grab it and handing it over to Damian, giving him some space but still keeping a wing around him while he tries it on.*
*Damian takes it and bows his head in thanks, not feeling like talking right now. Jason doesn't usually mind when he gets like that so he lets it be, moving to take out the sneakers. He puts them on, taking off the old scuffed school shoes and putting them in the box instead. He ties the new laces and kicks his feet a bit, looking down at them.
He's happy with them. He wants them to be able to get the shopping trip done with, really, so he packs his old shoes away in the box and places them in the bag. He uses his talons to cut the tags off of the shoes and stands. His head wings flap for a second, still getting used to the feeling of the headphones being over where they tend to fold against, but it's not uncomfortable, just different. Damian glances at Jason a bit, tugging at the sleeves of his hoodie so they go over his hands.*
*Jason smiles, watching as Damian tries on the shoes, happy seeing that he seems to like them before tilting his head in confusion when Damian gets up and puts them away. He takes a second but realises hes ready to leave, standing up as well and just putting the feathers in the bag.
Jason holds on to Damians shoulder, unlocking and opening the door and leaving the room, walking back over and putting the earmuffs back before talking to the lady at the counter, putting a hand on the headphones to tell Damian hes going to take them off before doing so and quickly letting the lady scan them and paying, putting them back on after a walking out the door.*
You want to get clothes or just groceries?
*Damian walks with him, looking around a little and frowning a bit but letting Jason take the headphones to scan, chirping a little unintentionally when he gets them back.
He moves to hold onto Jason's hand, looking around the place a bit. He looks up at him and shrugs, looking down. He doesn't really want to choose right now, if anything. He'd like some clothes but he's not sure, he just wants Jason to choose whats easier because he's not sure what the right answer is and he doesn't want to make anymore choices. He hides his face a bit in Jason's side.*
*Jason gladly holds Damian’s hand, smiling down at him a bit sadly when he doesn’t choose anything and instead just hides himself in Jason’s side. They can get clothes another time, it’ll probably overwhelm Damian since they’ll have to go to another store and try out a bunch of stuff with so many different choices.*
You still wanna eat out?
*He offers, still wanting to give Damian some choice. Jason doesn’t mind either way honestly so really it depends on if Damian wants to go home as soon as possible.*
*Damian pauses briefly before nodding yes insistently. He'd still like to get some food, that was really the only reason why he wanted to come along besides just being able to get out of the apartment for once. He seems to perk up a bit more at that.
He hasn't really gone to any restaurants in a long while, and the headphones are helping with the noise. He can do that, if anything.*
*Jasons smile widens a bit, nuzzling his hair before continuing to walk over to the grocery store, taking out a shopping cart and letting go of Damians hand to do so. After thinking for a bit he takes out his phone, opening the list of groceries and making sure to cut out any notes he'd rather no one sees before handing it to Damian.*
I need your help, Habibi. You tell me what we have to get, kay?
*He says firmly like its an order but mostly as a game, a soft smile on his face. Jason has memorised most of the list anyways but might as well make it fun and so he doesnt have to hold both the cart and his phone. If Damian wants he can also add whatever he'd like to the list and Jason might conveniently not notice.*
*Damian raises his eyebrow but takes the phone in his hands and looks the list over intently. It's mostly food items, some are things Damian's never really heard of, but he doesn't really know how to cook anything, so he supposes that's probably why. He looks to Jason.*
I don't know where anything is...are we simply going down the list?
*He says a little quietly, though enough for Jason to hear him. The headphones make it sound weird when he speaks, but it's better than just dealing with the noises of the store and everything else. He looks around the store a bit curiously, the lights are too bright and annoying to his eyes, but he's fairly used to the fluorescents of Gotham Academy so it's not that much of an issue, and it's not too bad when he looks down.*
Yep. You just have to say them.
*Jason hums, letting his voice reach its normal volume since Damian anyways has the headphones on. Its honestly a bit of an adjustment since hes used to speaking ever lower and softer than usual all the time since hes conscious of hurting Damians ears. He brings a hand to Damians shoulder, moving to enter the store and putting the hand back to steer the cart, gesturing for Damian to follow.*
*Damian hums in response, walking with Jason and glancing a bit more around. He's never really been in a grocery store before...which feels pretentious, but he never really had to, and the place is strange looking, people everywhere with their shopping carts going about, soft and muffled music, the dinging from the registers, the echoing all around. It's as if he's plugging his ears very firmly without any of the pain, it's nice.
He rattles off the different list items when Jason collects things, getting dramatically annoyed when he 'goes too slow.' with it, and how absurd he finds the sorting and formatting of the shop, definitely more talkative than before, he only asks for Jason to get some more fruit from fruit salads, considering he had enjoyed what he had eaten that morning, he only goes quiet again when they're at the register, simply staring down and away as they get their groceries and all. He speaks up again as they exit the store, rolling his eyes.*
One could argue that there are easier ways to do this sort of thing.
*He says, furrowing his brow a hint.*
*Jason pushes the cart and guides Damian as he goes to get all the ingredients on the list as he says them, smiling when the kid talks more and occasionally adding his own comments or snorting a bit.
The rows of shelves is a bit annoying because he has to make sure his wings are pinned and folded back to take as little space as possible. For any normal avian it would be fairly easy but since Jason is one of the rarer vulture species with some of the largest wings its not the best.
He manages without complaint though, getting all the groceries and paying, handing his cash to the teenage cashier who seems to done with being here to really care about anything but scanning the groceries.*
Well, some people just order all their groceries online and get them to their door.
*He chuckles a bit, continuing to push the trolley as they are still in the same building.*
That feels like there is room for mistake. Especially considering how ordering specific fruits and other items can become difficult when you do not have a visual example in front of you. I believe they would do well with an easier layout and less violent lighting among other things. The shelving is despicable.
*He follows while rolling his eyes and messing with the sleeves of his hoodie, he sticks close to Jason, but not as much as before, seeming more relaxed. Not fully, considering they're in public, but he seems less like he might be a step away from a panic attack.*
Where are we going now?
Well, we could go to Walmart? They don't sell food though.
*Jason laughs a bit. When Ra's literally bought him Walmart Jason of course brought Damian along as well as Ra's, Talia and all those shareholders who would come. It was probably a security risk but it was also a fun family outing he supposes. Closest thing he has to a family. Bruce and Ra's really should battle for being the worst head of the two of them, he would pay to watch that.*
You wanted to eat out so we'll do that.
*Damian scoffs with an eyeroll at the memory of them all going to a Walmart of all places, it was a strange and almost embarrassing effort done by Grandfather, but it was enjoyable for what it was.*
It's not your birthday yet, you will have to wait until we do any more Walmart excursions. Perhaps we can buy more of Walmart this year.
*Damian jokes, looking at Jason curiously at the last bit.*
I would like that yes...but if you do not wish to, we don't have to.
*He looks down at his feet at that with a small shrug that's a little sad and awkward compared to his demeanor prior.*
*Jason barks a laugh at that, bringing one of his hands over his face to hide it and his fangs before humming and putting his hand back on the cart.*
Of course. You'll have ta pick where we go, though. I cannot make this decision without you, my liege
*He says with a small smirk, tilting his head down to look at Damian. Before when he was braindead and also adjusting after the pit he really didnt have much free will, just trained to have instincts to fight and follow orders.
Some orders more... some orders not related to a mission. Damian of course doesnt know about that part but the only free will he had was protecting Damian. They said they dont even know why but in his braindead mind something connect Damian with someone to protect. He would go against any orders and act out of his own will or as much of it as he had just to protect and comfort the kid and everyone at the league just decided to leave it alone considering he would kill them without hesitation if they intervened, regardless of his orders.*
Right...well I don't know any restaurants, so I can't make any suggestions.
*Damian says with a small shrug. He's happy to be back with Jason, one of the only people who's ever really let him feel safe. He's known him the longest, and regardless of his bonds with some of the others, Jason has always been the strongest. Richard- Grayson, was different than the others, closer because he was all he had for a good while when Father was missing and presumed dead, even though he's betrayed him now.
But Jason was even more than that. He was safety, closeness and warmth. Whereas he and Grayson used to constantly be at each other's throats at the beginning, Jason was never that...Jason seemed to always understand. That wasn't a feeling Damian was used to having.*
Hm.. Well, we'll look around in the food court and we can check out anything that catches your eye.
*Jason hums, tilting his head and glancing up a bit in thought before looking back down at Damian and proposing the idea. He usually cooks for himself, eats whatever carcasses he can find or just doesnt eat so he doesnt know any places either other than those restaurants he mentioned earlier.*
*Damian hums a bit at that, moving a little closer to Jason but looking around a bit.*
I don't mind anything I suppose. I only do not want any meat...
*He mumbles the last bit, making a face and huffing. He's not sure if he likes malls really, he's only every been twice, now with Jason and once he had gone with Jonathan, Maya and Colin, considering Colin and Jonathan had been horrified at the fact Damian and Maya hadn't been before. They are noisy and strange, and Damian wasn't fond of the crowds.*
Of course, lets just look around, I'm not the best at picking
*Jason responds, pushing the cart along so they are at the food court, looking around and watching Damians reaction to see if hes interested in anything. He's honestly not even that hungry but if he doesnt eat Damian wont either.*
*Damian looks around at the different places in the court, most are fast food that look unappetizing or are wildly meat centered, but there's a few that seem nice...there seems to be a crêpe shop on one side, though that's mostly a desert food so Damian looks over it, a boba tea place, frozen yogurt, pizza place...there's an interesting looking pretzel stall that makes Damian pause. He's had a soft pretzel before while with Grayson once and he definitely liked it, compared to anything else he's gotten from different places.*
Could I get a pretzel...?
*He asks a little quietly, going to stand at Jason's side again and look up at him curiously, holding onto his sleeve.*
Yeah, sure.
*Jason smiles a bit, putting his cart to the side and taking out the two bags, one with the groceries and the other with Damians stuff. He holds on to Damians hand, making his way over to the pretzel stand and looking at the selections. Nothing really stands out to him considering its bread and there isnt anything spicy so he looks back at Damian.*
What do'ya want, Habibi?
*Damian smiles a little at the answer, taking Jason's hand without protest and walking with him towards the stand, looking over the menu and the food in the glass in front of them as they wait in the line. He points at baked soft pretzel.*
Can I get that?
*He asks quietly, looking up at Jason curiously. Its not exactly a whole meal but Damian doesn't mind and they ate breakfast late anyways, considering they didn't end up clothes shopping.*
Sure.
*He smiles, talking to the person running the stand and asking for only one of the baked soft pretzel. Jason isnt really hungry anyways so he just quickly pays, handing them the cash and a tip before taking the pretzel and handing it to Damian, moving out of the way so everyone behind them can go and leaning against the wall. He'll probably make a big lunch since they had breakfast only a few hours ago.*
*Damian takes it happily, but keeps his face still, looking more like the natural glare but with a small sparkle to his eye. He walks with Jason and sniffs the food before tasting it and making sure it tastes normal and there isn't anything in it, once he deems it okay he takes another bite. He doesn glance at Jason a bit.*
Are you going to get anything here..?
*He asks, furrowing his brow and looking him over almost suspiciously.*
*Jason hums, tilting his head a bit before thinking. He really doesnt want to but he knows Damian will just keep pressing it.*
I'll have something when we get dessert
*He decides, shrugging a bit and giving a reassuring smile, ruffling Damians hair a little bit. Getting Damian a treat wont be too bad and he can either share or get himself something small.*
*Damian perks up, tilting his head a little at the response and huffing when Jason ruffles his hair a bit and readjusting the headphones with an eyeroll.*
Dessert? This is hardly a meal.
*He holds up the pretzel a bit. It's good, salty and the bread is a nice flavor. Damian's always liked bread, even if it's not actually good for birds or anything and has basically no nutritional value, but as a small treat sometimes it's nice. He enjoys homemade bread the most, but the warm pretzels are good still for what they are. He's never had homemade pretzels so he doesn't have a frame of reference for that.*
Do you want a meal?
*Jason tilts his head at Damian, squinting a bit. He assumed he wouldnt want to eat anymore since Damian doesnt really ask to eat much in general but maybe hes wrong.
Jason doesnt have the best appetite himself, not by choice but because sometimes his body forgets its alive and he cant stomach anything or he doesnt get the signals to eat food especially when hes focusing on work. He usually just ends up loading up on food on good days.*
Not particularly...I'm only confused how dessert would be applicable here.
*Damian says with a small shrug as he stares down at his feet. Eating is annoying and he only does it because he needs to really, it gets rid of the discomfort and then he can move on with the day. He has his favorites sure, but it's not usually enjoyable without them and he doesn't get things he actually likes often, it tends to be more like a chore if anything.
He's been starved before for training purposes with a tutor, so he'd learn how to endure, so it's not exactly a new feeling. But if he can stop it, he will. He takes another bite of the pretzel however and looks back at Jason.*
If you dont want desert then you dont have to have anything.
*Jason shrugs, adjusting the bags in his hands a bit to go on his shoulder which is a little uncomfortable because of the wings but he ignores it.
He's more of a spice fan himself but Roy loves sugary stuff and hes baked quite alot in his life time so sweets are definitely his favourite after that.*
I didn't say that...I just said it doesn't make much sense to call it a dessert.
*Damian says with an eyeroll as he rips off a piece of the pretzel and eats it. Damian's always been more of a savory fan but sweets are a close second, he's not too big on spice but only when it's in large increments if anything or if it's the only flavor.
He looks down at his feet a bit, at the new sneakers which are definitely nicer and more comfortable even with the new feeling to them. He'll get used to that more but he's got some more room for his talons as well as just space for his feet, which he definitely is pleased about.*
I would like to have something if it is allowed.
What do'ya want me to call it?
*Jason snorts before nodding, holding Damians shoulder and walking him along out in the food court, looking around but letting Damian pick where they eat. He really doesnt mind anyways.
When he was in the league he didnt eat the entire time there but one time.. After he was revived by the pit he could but it never was really the same. Even after being homeless for 2 years and everything he has to do after he got adopted due to the refeeding syndrome he recovered only to, well, die then come back.*
A treat I suppose? Dessert is an addition to a meal...or I guess you could add 'a' to the beginning, such as a dessert. Because they're also a type of food, but without it, it implies you're speaking of the part of a meal.
*Damian responds, humming a little as he thinks. He huffs a bit, he follows Jason's gaze around the court still eating the pretzel. He's become used to the act of eating while doing things, such as walking or when you're out at a fair or carnival or something akin to those, considering Stephanie and Grayson enjoy dragging him to events like those. For whatever reason.
But it still feels almost awkward of an action, like he should be sitting down at a table to eat, but it's more normal here to just...have a snack and go back to your activities, even in schooling.*
Could we get crêpes?
*He suggests a little quieter as he points at the stall.*
Right.. don't get too technical with me now, I've only been speaking english for like.. 5 years.
*Jason laughs a bit, happy Damian at least seems to be enjoying the food. When Jason was brain dead he couldnt really talk or communicate, unable to say no other than screaming which was rare in itself and no one would listen.
After he was dumped in the pit he was able to relearn, muscle memory and the such coming in handy but all the trauma still making it difficult. He picked it back up relatively quickly and read to Damian every once in a while when he visited, teaching the kids english beyond the classy version the Al Ghul's spoke in like those people in bristol. He can at the very least understand Jasons accent if nothing else.*
Crêpes? Sure
*He asks, glancing over to the stand before humming and walking over in the direction of the stand, waiting in line behind a few people.*
Excuses.
*Damian rolls his eyes at that, he follows him, glancing around at the people and the signs and all. He finished eating the pretzel as they wait.*
Can we get fruit on it?
*He asks, a tilt to his head as he looks over at the menu. There isn't too big of a variety and they seem to also be selling smoothies as well, but there's a variety of toppings to be put on, mostly raspberries, strawberries and blueberries, as well as whipped cream and hazelnut spread.*
and if i could be who you wanted, if i could be who you wanted, all the time
*It had been a while since Damian had broken into Jason's apartment and Jason came back from the mission and found him. After convincing him to stay with Jason he had mostly been getting the groceries to restock all his food after his mission and also to make as much food from home to stuff the kid with since he hasnt even eaten much since he broke in and while Alfred is a good food he still doesnt know how to make the kind from the League.
Jason also bought some food for Alfred the Cat and some food bowls, all approved by Damian but he could tell the kid was missing the rest of his pets.
He checked in with the bats after he came back to see how things were since Damian was missing and safe to say it was.. bad. He spied on Bruce and Dick arguing which without Damian around to keep Dick civil with Bruce (which apparently didnt matter when Jason was a kid) the fight was bad and clearly not their first one.
Bruce is obviously livid and even called Talia to see if she knew were the kid was, thinking he ran off to the league. Dick is angry at Bruce and concerned out of his mind about how the kid is. He even managed to get Tim wrapped in who may have not been as close with the kid as Dick but was clearly concerned as well, helping him try find him and making theories. It was bad.
He's more concerned about what to do with school and while he would happily keep Damian with him the kid has friends and a life with news articles already covering where the youngest Wayne son is. Alfred has clearly given some kind of excuse for school at least to explain his absence.
Currently, however. Jason thankfully doesnt have to think about that because hes just asleep in bed, curled up with his wings covering him. He would honestly prefer to sleep on the floor but Damian is sleeping in his nest right now. He offered the spare room Jason has but he knows he keeps sneaking into the nest during the night.*
@the-corpse-of-a-scavenger
*Damian is...doing fine he supposes. Things have been less stressful living with Jason, but part of him has begun to...miss everyone, has begun to feel like he's just taking up room and making things harder for Jason.
He doesn't have much with him besides his drawing stuff and Alfred the cat, and some clothes. Though besides Jason's hoodie most of it is uncomfortable dress shirts and pants and his school uniform, considering Father never bought him anything besides stuff he needed to wear to go out of the house.
He sleeps in Jason's extra room some nights but then he gets...nightmares, or just- becomes scared of being alone for whatever pathetic reason it is, so he sneaks into Jason's nest, hiding in his wings. Jason never mentions it or has told him to refrain from the unruly behavior so he...hasn't stopped.
He's even begun doing it on instinct instead of when he feels like he needs it, getting up in the middle of the night to lay next to Jason. He knows Jason wakes up when he does it, but he never tells him to leave. So Damian just curls up beside him.
Tonight is one of those nights, he's brought Alfred with him as well, placing the kitten in the nest and curling up next to Jason, using his wings almost like a blanket as he drifts off again...
There are flashes of pain behind his eyes, of men screaming and yelling, of blood splattering against the ground, laughs of adults as they drink and eat like there isn't a rotting corpse laid on the floor beside Damian. He grips his sword and fights back but he's done something wrong again- and Mother is abandoning him and Father is yelling, and saying he's horrible and selfish and he will never be good, never know empathy. Damian searches for hours for a pearl, one from his grandmother's necklace, for Father. Only to be called incapable of ever caring for another beside himself.
There's pain spreading on his back and against his wings and he bites his lip so he doesn't scream as he's whipped and punished. He's not sure for what reason, but all he knows is he's wrong and he deserves it- and then he's learning from a new tutor, a woman, Jason isn't around, other duties, probably ones of a general. The woman takes Damian to a river, far away from home.
He messes things up, some small mistake. He's seven years old.
She tries to drown him under the water and he kicks and screams, his head is beneath water and she's holding her hands over his throat and he shouts before picking up some large stone from the water and hitting her in the face, continuously slamming it into her head as he chokes on the lasting water in his lungs- he screams and-
His eyes fly open with a choked shout, wings going to hide him closely as he backs away, grabbing at his arms and breathing harshly, because there's water in his lungs and he can't breathe and Jason isn't here to help him, and he shrinks back against the wall, grabbing at himself as he wheezes almost.*
Alright...
*Damian mumbles, before going to pick up Alfred again, his shoes tied now. He picks up the cat and puts him on the windowsill of the apartment to look out the window. It's a day where it isn't raining in Gotham, but of course it's sad and dreary out still, clouded and gray. Though there are some activities that pass by their window that Alfred seems to be interested in, air and foot traffic mostly, and Damian enjoys watching the people in the city do as they please.
He stays there, simply observing as Alfred places his paws against the glass every now and again and meowing. Damian perks up and looks over when Jason comes back finally, glancing at Alfred for a moment before huffing and taking the cat and basically tossing the animal onto the couch, who seems entirely unbothered by this.*
Let us go then?
*Jason ties his laces before watching Damian, noting the paw prints on the window which he finds cute before watching as Damian practically chucks the cat onto the couch. He guesses cats do really land on their feet. He laughs at the situation, bringing a clawed hand over his face before quickly composing himself when Damian speaks*
Lets..
*He says with a small chuckle, opening the door and relocking everything behind the two of them before walking down the steps, finding his motorcycle in the alley he hid it in and taking it out.
After some consideration he decides to just pick Damian up and plop him on the bike despite knowing very well he could get on himself, ruffling the kids hair before following after and putting on his helmet. Its made to fit his face wings obviously similar to the Red Hood helmet so its not too uncomfortable*
Ready, Dami?
*Damian follows him, looking around a little but staying close by Jason for the most part. He yelps a little when Jason picks him up and puts him down on the bike but doesn't protest, instead simply allowing it and putting his head up after Jason ruffles his hair, rolling his eyes.*
Ready...
*He mumbles, letting Jason start the bike and go where they're intending to go.*
*Jason snorts at the reaction, bringing Damians hands around him so the kid doesnt fall*
Tuck your wings and lets go then
*He grins in the helmet though the tilt of his head and tone of his voice give it away without even seeing his face. After hes sure Damian is secure he starts the motorcycle and speeds off, making sure not to be as fast as he usually would since Damian and the extra weight is there but taking some safe short cuts till they arrive at the large shopping centre.*
*Damian huffs but does as he's told, covering his head with his hood for now and staying still for the ride until they get to the shopping centre. He makes a small face at the building but only huffs and gets off of the bike, looking towards Jason a bit curiously if anything.*
Do we have a list of things we need?
*He questions, brows furrowed a little. The sound might be bad inside, which vaguely worries him, but he's not weak. He can handle some loud noises.*
Of course, I'm not an animal.
*Jason rolls a bit before looking between Damian and the building. Hes never really likes shopping, hes never wanted much other than stability and all the price tags overwhelmed him. Its better now that he knows he can afford basically anything but he still finds himself wanting a good deal for quality. He really doesnt see the appeal but grabs his bag and enters the mall anyways.*
First we'll get you some clothes, hm?
*Damian makes a small face at that but nods, following after Jason as much as he can, trying to meet Jason's longer stride. He glances around a bit, sticking to Jason's side mostly.*
Why do I need more clothing?
*He questions, tilting his head a bit. Sure he doesn't have entire wardrobe with him, but he has enough that he only needs to wash his clothing once a week so far, and he doesn't change into anything to sleep so that makes for less clothing to wash. He had pajamas at the manor, but they weren't exactly things he was pleased to wear, he wasn't a fan of silk, it didn't feel comfortable if anything. He tended to avoid wearing them, which seemed to translate into what he decided to pack when he ran away.*
*Jason makes sure to slow his pace, not noticeable but taking smaller steps so he seems to be walking as fast but doesnt reach the same distance as he normally would. He tilts his head to Damian at the question, smiling a bit*
Well, proper pants are probably needed.. also shoes otherwise its up to you if you wanna get anything else.
*He knows Damian is someone who tries to live on the bare minimum, not taking too much space or too much at all. Jason was too but that was more circumstance.
They need to get at least that, maybe some headphones or earmuffs somewhere?*
I see...I thought these were proper. The shoes are still functional, Father did not give me any other pairs so I thought that was all you needed?
*Damian says, he winces a bit at some noises around them but hides the action by going to adjust his hood a little and walk a little closer to Jason, almost as if he wants to hold onto Jason's hand but he doesn't. He looks almost suspiciously at their surroundings, like something in the mall could attack him.*
*Jason brings a wing around Damian, not blocking his sight but around his back sort of like a side hug as they walk. The noises from all the people hear are probably overwhelming him but the store should be better.
Birds are the most common and majority of people are some species of them with bats being something extremely rare with only the Waynes really being known for them.*
Yeah but those are school clothes, you wouldnt wear your pyjamas outside, now would you? Similar with your uniform.
*He explains, leading Damian over to the clothes shop. Jason makes sure to explain everything to Damian or at least as much as and in a way he can tell the kid. He deserves to be treated like a person.*
Right...but my pants are not for school. They are for other things. The shoes I suppose I understand...can I...get sneakers? Like the ones Jonathan has?
*He says with a slight tilt to his head, he almost seems nervous at the idea, putting his hands in his hoodie pocket and looking up at Jason with a slight purse to his lips.
Jonathan definitely seems to dress differently, and he has pointed this out before, but Damian had thought it was because Jonathan was allowed to have more colorful and comfortable items whereas Damian is not. He was able to accept that, but he still...wishes somewhat that maybe Jason will allow at least the want for sneakers.
They aren't exactly comfortable but they've always looked cool...and Damian enjoys the laced look on his costume, it's why he chose them over the boots most of the others wear with their costumes. He was given freedom to design what he wanted by Grayson, so he...indulged.*
*Jason smiles fondly at that, humming.*
Yeah, you'll have to pick your clothes out, I've been told I have no fashion taste anyways. Go look
*He sighs dramatically at the last part, leading Damian into the store. He phrases it as once again Jasons fault and Damian helping him out by choosing for himself so the kid wont feel too much pressure to buy what Jason deems ok even though he doesnt mind as long as the kid is comfortable and happy.
Its hopefully less loud in here at least and he greets the man at the counter. They seem to be some breed of pigeon but Jason doesnt mind, folding up his wings and tell him that he and his brother are just going to look around before walking back over to Damian. He can tell the man is suspicious of Jason due to him being a vulture but ignores it, bringing a wing around Damians back to protect him from the man eyeing Jason's gaze.*
*Damian snickers a little at that, following Jason inside the store and glaring a bit at the man at the counter, huffing and grabbing Jason's hand to drag him inside and away from him. He's not sure what he's looking for or what he's allowed to get, but he looks around a little idly in the boy's section, frowning a little and staying close to Jason if anything.
He decides the shoes would be easier and tugs on Jason's sleeve a little to bring him to the shoes section. He looks around at the different sneakers and things for a bit, not speaking but seeming to be in deep thought and contemplation about the options if anything. He ends up finding some green sneakers that look nice, and looks up at Jason.*
I don't know my size.
*He says a little quietly, looking anxious...or well, he looks angry, but Jason can tell the underlying emotion there, considering the boy tends to look angry.*
*Jason is surprised when Damian grabs his hand and basically drags him along, laughing a bit and using his other hand to hide his face before composing himself and following. Hes not really interested and just wants Damian to buy whatever.
He nods when his sleeve is pulled, continuing to follow Damian into the shoes section and letting him hold on to Jason if he wishes. He hums when Damian speaks, glancing at the shoes but honestly not caring much.*
Well, are the shoes you have on right now comfortable? We can go up or down a size if not.
*Damian frowns, looking down at his feet with an almost determined look.*
I suppose they're a little small now.
*He mumbles. The shoes were the ones he had gotten when he first stopped homeschooling about a year ago, replacing his older dress shoes that he thinks were donated or thrown out. He's fairly certain Pennyworth had measured his feet beforehand.*
I don't know the size of these. Pennyworth bought them somewhere without my knowledge before I started attending school. Some sort of custom made thing I believe.
*That seems to be a strange steady theme with Damian's things, they are high quality and expensive, but theres always some lack to them. High quality and expensive button up shirts and pants, yet nothing comfortable. Shoes that are expensive and custom made yet they're the only shoes he has, and he hasn't gotten new ones in a while.*
Ah.. That makes sense. Well, then we'll have to do it the trial and error way.
*He hums, looking at the different shoes and trying to calculate which ones would best fit Damians feet and claws. After some consideration he picks out some, they have a good enough amount of claw space and should be around his size though he doubts it will work the first try.*
Wear these, walk around in them a bit and see. Make sure to tell me if they are too big or small or if you need more claw space.
*Jason says, handing the shoes to Damian and waiting for him to try them on. The employee from before is still there and eyeing him, probably thinking he might grab the shoes and fly off but he ignores it, focusing on Damian.*
*Damian nods, moving to put the shoes on and huffs when he notices the eyes on them, he glares again at the employee, tugging on his hood a little before moving to walk around and move with the shoes on.
His claws feel more comfortable in these ones compared to the scuffed up dress shoes, and he fiddles with the laces a little, they seem to be a bit too short which is annoying, considering he likes the shoes.*
These feel okay...
*He says softly, twisting his lips a little as he seems to think.*
Do they have different shoe laces?
*Jason watches as Damian puts on the shoes, noticing Damian glaring at the employee and looking back at them, giving a small smile before pressing his lips together and just continuing to watch as Damian walks around in him. He doesnt really want to scare them or anything especially since they'll have to check out and pay and he doesnt exactly want to get kicked out like he sometimes does.*
We can always take the laces out and buy new ones or use your old ones if you'd like?
*He hums, tilting his head and looking at the shoes. Jason would ask but he doesnt think that will really help the intimidation part.*
Hm...I'd like ones that are white to match the shoe better.
*Damian mumbles, looking shy or nervous at the admission, he fiddles with his hoodie strings a bit, looking down at the shoes a bit. He doesn't want to bother Jason or make him buy more than he needs to. He huffs.*
I can just deal with the old ones if needed.
*He says, going to take the shoes off and change back into his other shoes again.*
*Jason hums, agreeing before looking over to the employee and sighing. Hopefully having a kid with him will make this interaction more civil*
We're already here anyways let me just see.. you look for some pants?
*He crouches down to pick up the discarded shoes, tilting his head to the pants section for Damian to go to while he handles this. He just needs to go up to the counter and ask for different coloured shoelaces and hopefully that wont be a big deal.*
*Damian frowns a little, watching Jason leave and looking around anxiously. He didn't want him to leave him alone, but he doesn't protest and walks to the pants section, pulling a little on his hoodie strings and looking at the different pants in the clothing isle.
He chews on his lip a bit, not really considering any of the options in front of him and mostly just staring forward until Jason comes back, every so often scanning his surroundings. He can hear everyone else in the store and also the mumble of conversation that he recognizes as Jason and someone else, as well as a few others in the store, and the activity outside of the store, as well as music playing over an intercom, and it just...feels like a lot. Too much, really. He tugs on his hood as if it could muffle the noise somehow.*
*Jason walks over to the guy, trying to look a bit friendly or really anything that'll make him not look at him with that mix of fear, disgust and like hes somehow an inferior wild animal but ignores it anyways to just do this quickly.
Thankfully, despite their customer service not being the friendliest he quickly gets the new, white and longer laces and puts them on the shoes before letting Jason pay (while eyeing his money like he robbed a bank which to be fair he got it from other illegal means). The speed was probably just because they wanted Jason out as soon as possible but unluckily for them Jason walks over to Damian, noting him just,, staring at the selection.*
Habibi.. do you like anything?
*Damian looks over to him and sighs a bit, moving to hide behind him a little and stare at the clothing with a vengeance. He shrugs a bit and keep his shoulders up a bit near his ears, glancing around a little and grabbing onto Jason's jacket a bit, his hold light as he does.*
I don't know.
*He mumbles it, soft enough you could almost miss it with the other noises, though Damian feels like he's almost yelling, anxiously messing with his hood a bit more.*
*Jason is surprised by the movement but brings a wing around Damian’s back, resting a clawed hand gently on his shoulder*
That’s OK.. how about we start with sweatpants, just something for when you’re at home? Nice and comfy.
*He says slowly and softly, crouching down so he’s at around eye level with Damian. He doesn’t want to overwhelm him with choices and honestly he thought being out of the league would help Damian with that but he thinks the manor and just everything made it worse.*
Okay...that sounds good.
*Damian mumbles, not looking at Jason and instead staring at his feet a little. He's only worn sweatpants once and it was because he had to borrow some of Jonathan's pajamas while spending the night because he had embarrassingly forgotten pajamas. They were...comfortable though, he liked them better than the silk pajamas.*
Father never...is it okay?
*He asks, feeling anxious and looking around as if Father could randomly appear and reprimand him for even thinking about doing something like this. Father had never explicitly said he wasn't allowed to have clothes like this, but he also never bought them for him...even though Drake and Thomas seemed to have them. He was certain it was a rule specific to him and was the type he should know already and that one isn't supposed to question.*
*Jason presses his lips together at that comment looking away for a moment seeming mad before his face quickly corrects himself.*
Well, I’m not B. You don’t have to follow their rules while you’re with me, ok?
*He says softly, pressing their foreheads together for a second to show he’s not mad, not at Damian anyways. Of course Bruce would do something like that. He doesn’t think he would make it an outright rule though then again maybe Bruce has been getting worse not better. He made Damian promise to tell Jason if Bruce laid a hand on him and he hoped Damian has kept that because if not..*
*Damian looks up at Jason a bit curiously before seeming to relax a little and resting his head against Jason's back, a little below and to the side of his wings, still holding onto the fabric of his jacket.*
Alright...thank you, Akhi.
*He says quietly, moving to pull the sleeves of his hoodie over his hands a bit and looking over at the different pants selections now that he's not too panicked or anything. They look fine. most seem to be jeans which Damian has always despised. The texture of denim seems torturous. He's not sure what they are looking for so he doesn't move much, only peaking out from behind Jason.*
*Jason smiles softly down at Damian, putting a clawed hand softly on his shoulder and bringing his wing around Damians back*
No problem, Habibi. You want to go to a different section?
*He hums, noticing Damian doesnt seem interested in anything. He recalls the kid complaining about the texture of jeans one time so none of this will probably be something he'd feel comfortable in. They can go to a different store or just keep looking here. The former might be better considering the fact he can still feel eyes on him occasionally.*
I...would like something less...denim, yes
*He jokes quietly, rolling his eyes but staying close to Jason still. He looks around some more but most of the clothes they can see from this area seem to be boys shorts, jeans or khakis. Which is...not what Damian wants in the slightest really.*
I don't think they have any sweatpants...or- lounge wear I suppose.
*He mumbles, seeming a little more comfortable now that he's holding onto Jason but still slightly like he'd rather just run away and hide.*
*Jason snorts, bringing his hand up to rake through Damians hair a bit. It seems like Damian is basically hiding behind Jason to protect himself from the clothes which is cute but a bit sad.*
How about we go somewhere else? I already paid for the shoes.
*He hums, picking up the bag for the shoes in question which he left on the seat and looking back down at Damian, tilting his head in question*
Okay...I don't care.
*He rolls his eyes a little and looks down with a small huff. He holds onto Jason a bit tighter when he moves, like he might let go of him and leave him there. He doesn't look him in the eyes though, glaring a little at his feet and grits his teeth.*
He just wants to get the stuff and go already. He doesn't know why he thought this would be nice, or that leaving the house would be a good idea, now he just feels overwhelmed and doesn't want to do any of this.*
*Jason sees his discomfort, sighing a bit before picking Damian up and ruffling his hair, making a small coo and nuzzling his face before taking the bag and leaving the store, making sure to keep a wing between Damian and the shop owner. Maybe a break would be good.*
Is it loud?
*He whispers softly, hanging the bag on his arm so he can brush the hair out of Damians face and put his hands over his ears while cupping it. Earmuffs might make the rest of the trip more bearable*
*Damian at first tenses at the movement but he leans into it, hiding his face in Jason's shoulder a little as he does. He chirps back but it's a little weak and is able to show his discomfort more. He's not good at controlling the tone of the noises considering he's mainly been taught never to make them.
He's thankful when Jason puts his hands over his ears, making a soft whimpering sound almost as he does and not looking at him. He nods in response however, squeezing onto Jason a bit more.*
*Jason frowns, heart aching a bit at the baby bird's discomfort, continuing to cover his ears and making his way over to a nearby store for accessories, he greets the owner who looks more confused than anything before walking over to the changing room, entering one of them and placing Damian down on the stoll, still hugging him close.
Its much quieter here so hopefully it gives Damian a chance to calm down a bit. Instead of talking Jason lets out a small coo after a while to see if Damian will respond.*
*Damian hugs Jason only opening his eyes at the change of setting and the sound of Jason speaking to someone. He looks around the changing room a bit but stays in Jasons wings. He takes a few breathes and tries to not lose it. He's usually better with the noise but it's been worse lately, and he doesn't know why. He still feels like he's somehow becoming weaker and he doesn't know why.
After a second or two he squeaks a bit, clicking as his wings twitch a little. He sighs a little and leans on Jason.*
Sorry.
*He whispers.*
*Jason just holds him close and in his wings, clicking back softly when Damian does and brushing his hair back, working his way through it before turning to preen a few feathers that were ready to come out.*
Its fine.
*He coos softly, nuzzling Damians face. Hopefully he feels more calm now that its quiet. Jason definitely needs to get those earmuffs for him. At home its quiet so being overwhelmed by all the noise outside probably caused this.*
*Damian's breathing seems to calm but he stays in Jason's hold, not making any sign of moving really. It's nicer in here and he doesn't have to deal with all the noise...he's ruined the shopping trip, he probably shouldn't have come along in the first place if anything. He doesn't voice this, just sighing a little and hiding his face a bit.
The hold and touch are comforting and the noise is somewhat muffled in here, but it's still not great and he moves to cover his ears after a few moments, his hood down now that Jason is messing with his hair and all. He doesn't move to stop him or anything though, leaning into it almost.*
*Jason eventually moves to sit down instead with Damian in his lap, still stable in his hold and wings. He just continues to preen Damians wings or at least as much as they need since they didnt in the morning, letting out a few small coos as he does so. He brings one hand over Damians when he covers his ears, making sure not to make any noises himself and instead nuzzling him every now and again.*
*Eventually Damian takes his hands away slowly, looking up at Jason with a face that looks...like he's contemplating if anything. He frowns a bit., still seeming uncomfortable but not as intensely as before.*
I didn't...mean to disrupt the shopping trip.
*He looks away, speaking softly and looking almost anxious, shifting his legs so they're up by his chest, his wings moving a little to cover himself.*
We can keep going.
*He mumbles it, face hidden a little. He's still against Jason however and makes no effort to move away.*
*Jason cups his face, pressing their foreheads together before letting Damian have some space, a small smile on his face as he looks at him. He makes sure his wings are around Damian at the very least, looking at the little bird.*
Ok.. How about we get you earmuffs or some noise cancelling headphones, hm?
*He says softly, miming them for emphasis. It will make this trip all the more bearable and just in general whenever Damian feels overwhelmed.*
*He makes a small face, but looks at Jason and sighs.*
Okay...if that's alright with you.
*Damian mumbles. He seems to be more compliant when he's uncomfortable, given that it's easier than making things worse by angering whoever he's with. He knows he can be annoying and bratty, it's best if he just shuts up sometimes.
Damian hides his face again. Headphones or something would be nice to get the noise to stop being so much...but he doesn't want to be some kind of bother or nuisance. He honestly just wishes he never came here.*
*He sighs a bit but is still smiling, ruffling Damians hair a bit*
Of course. You wanna wait a bit longer in here or.. I could bring the headphones to you?
*Jason offers, thinking of a way that would be the best and most comfortable for Damian. He knows he might start shutting down and being compliant which he can already see the signs of and gives him options to hopefully coax him out of that without overwhelming Damian too much.*
*Damian frowns, not knowing what to say. He'd probably be more of a nuisance if he makes Jason drag him along with him, and it'll take longer if he does. But staying in here feels pathetic and cowardly almost, and part of him worries if that's just how he is now...and regardless of all of that being away from Jason almost feels like being stabbed for some reason and he worries he might freak out.
Damian decides staying will be better and less bothersome, even if it might make him anxious. He's not particularly happy with either choice but he has to say something, and he seems to be just staring down for a while, not answering but looking like he's thinking over the choices with a fervor.*
I...I can stay here.
*He can't even find the nerve in him to make some joke about ordering Jason around like a monarch, like he usually does to get rid of the ill feeling that comes with the worry of being denied. He just hides his face a bit and pulls his hood over his head once again. He feels weak.*
*Jason waits patiently for Damian to think it through, still holding his arms and keeping Damian in his wings. He doesnt want to leave him but he doesnt want Damian to be too overwhelmed either but its Damians choice and he chooses to stay. Jason can respect that at least.*
Ok. Make sure to keep the door closed but not locked, I dont wanna break it.
*He smiles a bit, still speaking softly and trying to lighten the mood a smidge. Jason stands up, picking up the preened feathers and putting them in Damians lap.*
Take care of these for me, kay?
*Damian eyes him a bit, lamenting at the loss of the touch but nods, staying curled up and moving a bit to the corner of the changing room. He pauses and huffs a soft laugh at the feathers.*
Sure...
*He mumbles, furrowing his brow at Jason a little but taking the feathers in hand as Jason leaves. He huffs, staying hunched in on himself as he waits, staring down at the feathers he's holding. He doesn't like being alone, and not in a place like this really, and eventually he finds himself curling up more and covering his ears with his hands again to muffle the noise in the store and the music playing over the intercoms.
He just wants to go home and not have to deal with any of this stuff anymore, but Jason needs to get the food and everything so he's not going to complain or say anything, it would be stupid of him.*
*Jason gives Damian a small smile before leaving the room, quickly finding some earmuffs and noise cancelling headphones for him to try. The employee there thankfully doesnt seem to mind him all that much though she does eye his wings a bit but he ignores it.
Coming back in he has the earmuffs and headphones in his hands, handing them over to Damian before pressing their foreheads together and putting his wings back around him again.*
Try these? Its OK if they arent the best, I can get something else.
*He reassures, brushing some of Damians hair back and looking at his ears. They are mostly normal but some bat features do come through with them looking more pointed and the skin texture being different among other things.*
*Damian sits up quickly at the sound of footsteps and the door being opened, he looks a little alarmed before relaxing at the sight of Jason. He accepts the touch immediately, leaning into him and squeaking a little before looking over curiously at the headphones and earmuffs. He frowns a bit but takes off his hood and moves to put the earmuffs over his ears but the fabric is a bit of a weird texture and it makes the sensitive skin on his ears feel weird. They block out a good amount of sound but it feels akin to if he was just putting his hands over his ears.
He takes them off pretty quickly and takes the headphones instead, placing them on. They feel better, giving enough room for his ears to stay in and the head wings to not get in the way. The noise cancelling is better and actually feels like it's doing something besides just muffling the noise via pressure. He seems pretty okay with them but doesn't say anything, instead just not taking them off and handing the earmuffs back to Jason.*
*Jason pulls back a bit so Damian can try on both of the accessories, paying close attention to his body language and actions. If Damian doesnt feel like or doesnt want to talk thats ok, Jason can understand him just fine like this.
He seems to not like the earmuffs, preferring the headphones and keeping them on his head which is a big yes in words. Jason happily takes the earmuffs, gesturing to the door to say hes putting them back. When he returns in the room he sits down next to Damian again, bringing his wing back around him.*
*Damian frowns a bit when Jason leaves again but perks up when he's back, head wings flapping a bit as Jason goes to put his wing around him again. Damian moves over to hug Jason, not saying anything and just hiding his face in his side. He sighs a bit.
The headphones make it easier, he should be able to do the rest of the trip, even though part of him just wants to go back home. He looks over to the bag with his shoes in it and looks at Jason curiously. He points at it, asking silently if he could put them on, considering they'd already bought them. He likes the shoes, and he's happy he gets to have them even though he feels overwhelmed by everything.*
*Jason smiles at him, bringing an arm around his shoulders and hugging him back, just letting the two of them stay here while he cards through Damians hair gently with his claws. He perks up when Damian looks up at him and points to the bag, leaning over to grab it and handing it over to Damian, giving him some space but still keeping a wing around him while he tries it on.*
*Damian takes it and bows his head in thanks, not feeling like talking right now. Jason doesn't usually mind when he gets like that so he lets it be, moving to take out the sneakers. He puts them on, taking off the old scuffed school shoes and putting them in the box instead. He ties the new laces and kicks his feet a bit, looking down at them.
He's happy with them. He wants them to be able to get the shopping trip done with, really, so he packs his old shoes away in the box and places them in the bag. He uses his talons to cut the tags off of the shoes and stands. His head wings flap for a second, still getting used to the feeling of the headphones being over where they tend to fold against, but it's not uncomfortable, just different. Damian glances at Jason a bit, tugging at the sleeves of his hoodie so they go over his hands.*
*Jason smiles, watching as Damian tries on the shoes, happy seeing that he seems to like them before tilting his head in confusion when Damian gets up and puts them away. He takes a second but realises hes ready to leave, standing up as well and just putting the feathers in the bag.
Jason holds on to Damians shoulder, unlocking and opening the door and leaving the room, walking back over and putting the earmuffs back before talking to the lady at the counter, putting a hand on the headphones to tell Damian hes going to take them off before doing so and quickly letting the lady scan them and paying, putting them back on after a walking out the door.*
You want to get clothes or just groceries?
*Damian walks with him, looking around a little and frowning a bit but letting Jason take the headphones to scan, chirping a little unintentionally when he gets them back.
He moves to hold onto Jason's hand, looking around the place a bit. He looks up at him and shrugs, looking down. He doesn't really want to choose right now, if anything. He'd like some clothes but he's not sure, he just wants Jason to choose whats easier because he's not sure what the right answer is and he doesn't want to make anymore choices. He hides his face a bit in Jason's side.*
*Jason gladly holds Damian’s hand, smiling down at him a bit sadly when he doesn’t choose anything and instead just hides himself in Jason’s side. They can get clothes another time, it’ll probably overwhelm Damian since they’ll have to go to another store and try out a bunch of stuff with so many different choices.*
You still wanna eat out?
*He offers, still wanting to give Damian some choice. Jason doesn’t mind either way honestly so really it depends on if Damian wants to go home as soon as possible.*
*Damian pauses briefly before nodding yes insistently. He'd still like to get some food, that was really the only reason why he wanted to come along besides just being able to get out of the apartment for once. He seems to perk up a bit more at that.
He hasn't really gone to any restaurants in a long while, and the headphones are helping with the noise. He can do that, if anything.*
*Jasons smile widens a bit, nuzzling his hair before continuing to walk over to the grocery store, taking out a shopping cart and letting go of Damians hand to do so. After thinking for a bit he takes out his phone, opening the list of groceries and making sure to cut out any notes he'd rather no one sees before handing it to Damian.*
I need your help, Habibi. You tell me what we have to get, kay?
*He says firmly like its an order but mostly as a game, a soft smile on his face. Jason has memorised most of the list anyways but might as well make it fun and so he doesnt have to hold both the cart and his phone. If Damian wants he can also add whatever he'd like to the list and Jason might conveniently not notice.*
*Damian raises his eyebrow but takes the phone in his hands and looks the list over intently. It's mostly food items, some are things Damian's never really heard of, but he doesn't really know how to cook anything, so he supposes that's probably why. He looks to Jason.*
I don't know where anything is...are we simply going down the list?
*He says a little quietly, though enough for Jason to hear him. The headphones make it sound weird when he speaks, but it's better than just dealing with the noises of the store and everything else. He looks around the store a bit curiously, the lights are too bright and annoying to his eyes, but he's fairly used to the fluorescents of Gotham Academy so it's not that much of an issue, and it's not too bad when he looks down.*
Yep. You just have to say them.
*Jason hums, letting his voice reach its normal volume since Damian anyways has the headphones on. Its honestly a bit of an adjustment since hes used to speaking ever lower and softer than usual all the time since hes conscious of hurting Damians ears. He brings a hand to Damians shoulder, moving to enter the store and putting the hand back to steer the cart, gesturing for Damian to follow.*
*Damian hums in response, walking with Jason and glancing a bit more around. He's never really been in a grocery store before...which feels pretentious, but he never really had to, and the place is strange looking, people everywhere with their shopping carts going about, soft and muffled music, the dinging from the registers, the echoing all around. It's as if he's plugging his ears very firmly without any of the pain, it's nice.
He rattles off the different list items when Jason collects things, getting dramatically annoyed when he 'goes too slow.' with it, and how absurd he finds the sorting and formatting of the shop, definitely more talkative than before, he only asks for Jason to get some more fruit from fruit salads, considering he had enjoyed what he had eaten that morning, he only goes quiet again when they're at the register, simply staring down and away as they get their groceries and all. He speaks up again as they exit the store, rolling his eyes.*
One could argue that there are easier ways to do this sort of thing.
*He says, furrowing his brow a hint.*
*Jason pushes the cart and guides Damian as he goes to get all the ingredients on the list as he says them, smiling when the kid talks more and occasionally adding his own comments or snorting a bit.
The rows of shelves is a bit annoying because he has to make sure his wings are pinned and folded back to take as little space as possible. For any normal avian it would be fairly easy but since Jason is one of the rarer vulture species with some of the largest wings its not the best.
He manages without complaint though, getting all the groceries and paying, handing his cash to the teenage cashier who seems to done with being here to really care about anything but scanning the groceries.*
Well, some people just order all their groceries online and get them to their door.
*He chuckles a bit, continuing to push the trolley as they are still in the same building.*
That feels like there is room for mistake. Especially considering how ordering specific fruits and other items can become difficult when you do not have a visual example in front of you. I believe they would do well with an easier layout and less violent lighting among other things. The shelving is despicable.
*He follows while rolling his eyes and messing with the sleeves of his hoodie, he sticks close to Jason, but not as much as before, seeming more relaxed. Not fully, considering they're in public, but he seems less like he might be a step away from a panic attack.*
Where are we going now?
Well, we could go to Walmart? They don't sell food though.
*Jason laughs a bit. When Ra's literally bought him Walmart Jason of course brought Damian along as well as Ra's, Talia and all those shareholders who would come. It was probably a security risk but it was also a fun family outing he supposes. Closest thing he has to a family. Bruce and Ra's really should battle for being the worst head of the two of them, he would pay to watch that.*
You wanted to eat out so we'll do that.
*Damian scoffs with an eyeroll at the memory of them all going to a Walmart of all places, it was a strange and almost embarrassing effort done by Grandfather, but it was enjoyable for what it was.*
It's not your birthday yet, you will have to wait until we do any more Walmart excursions. Perhaps we can buy more of Walmart this year.
*Damian jokes, looking at Jason curiously at the last bit.*
I would like that yes...but if you do not wish to, we don't have to.
*He looks down at his feet at that with a small shrug that's a little sad and awkward compared to his demeanor prior.*
*Jason barks a laugh at that, bringing one of his hands over his face to hide it and his fangs before humming and putting his hand back on the cart.*
Of course. You'll have ta pick where we go, though. I cannot make this decision without you, my liege
*He says with a small smirk, tilting his head down to look at Damian. Before when he was braindead and also adjusting after the pit he really didnt have much free will, just trained to have instincts to fight and follow orders.
Some orders more... some orders not related to a mission. Damian of course doesnt know about that part but the only free will he had was protecting Damian. They said they dont even know why but in his braindead mind something connect Damian with someone to protect. He would go against any orders and act out of his own will or as much of it as he had just to protect and comfort the kid and everyone at the league just decided to leave it alone considering he would kill them without hesitation if they intervened, regardless of his orders.*
Right...well I don't know any restaurants, so I can't make any suggestions.
*Damian says with a small shrug. He's happy to be back with Jason, one of the only people who's ever really let him feel safe. He's known him the longest, and regardless of his bonds with some of the others, Jason has always been the strongest. Richard- Grayson, was different than the others, closer because he was all he had for a good while when Father was missing and presumed dead, even though he's betrayed him now.
But Jason was even more than that. He was safety, closeness and warmth. Whereas he and Grayson used to constantly be at each other's throats at the beginning, Jason was never that...Jason seemed to always understand. That wasn't a feeling Damian was used to having.*
Hm.. Well, we'll look around in the food court and we can check out anything that catches your eye.
*Jason hums, tilting his head and glancing up a bit in thought before looking back down at Damian and proposing the idea. He usually cooks for himself, eats whatever carcasses he can find or just doesnt eat so he doesnt know any places either other than those restaurants he mentioned earlier.*
*Damian hums a bit at that, moving a little closer to Jason but looking around a bit.*
I don't mind anything I suppose. I only do not want any meat...
*He mumbles the last bit, making a face and huffing. He's not sure if he likes malls really, he's only every been twice, now with Jason and once he had gone with Jonathan, Maya and Colin, considering Colin and Jonathan had been horrified at the fact Damian and Maya hadn't been before. They are noisy and strange, and Damian wasn't fond of the crowds.*
Of course, lets just look around, I'm not the best at picking
*Jason responds, pushing the cart along so they are at the food court, looking around and watching Damians reaction to see if hes interested in anything. He's honestly not even that hungry but if he doesnt eat Damian wont either.*
*Damian looks around at the different places in the court, most are fast food that look unappetizing or are wildly meat centered, but there's a few that seem nice...there seems to be a crêpe shop on one side, though that's mostly a desert food so Damian looks over it, a boba tea place, frozen yogurt, pizza place...there's an interesting looking pretzel stall that makes Damian pause. He's had a soft pretzel before while with Grayson once and he definitely liked it, compared to anything else he's gotten from different places.*
Could I get a pretzel...?
*He asks a little quietly, going to stand at Jason's side again and look up at him curiously, holding onto his sleeve.*
Yeah, sure.
*Jason smiles a bit, putting his cart to the side and taking out the two bags, one with the groceries and the other with Damians stuff. He holds on to Damians hand, making his way over to the pretzel stand and looking at the selections. Nothing really stands out to him considering its bread and there isnt anything spicy so he looks back at Damian.*
What do'ya want, Habibi?
*Damian smiles a little at the answer, taking Jason's hand without protest and walking with him towards the stand, looking over the menu and the food in the glass in front of them as they wait in the line. He points at baked soft pretzel.*
Can I get that?
*He asks quietly, looking up at Jason curiously. Its not exactly a whole meal but Damian doesn't mind and they ate breakfast late anyways, considering they didn't end up clothes shopping.*
Sure.
*He smiles, talking to the person running the stand and asking for only one of the baked soft pretzel. Jason isnt really hungry anyways so he just quickly pays, handing them the cash and a tip before taking the pretzel and handing it to Damian, moving out of the way so everyone behind them can go and leaning against the wall. He'll probably make a big lunch since they had breakfast only a few hours ago.*
*Damian takes it happily, but keeps his face still, looking more like the natural glare but with a small sparkle to his eye. He walks with Jason and sniffs the food before tasting it and making sure it tastes normal and there isn't anything in it, once he deems it okay he takes another bite. He doesn glance at Jason a bit.*
Are you going to get anything here..?
*He asks, furrowing his brow and looking him over almost suspiciously.*
*Jason hums, tilting his head a bit before thinking. He really doesnt want to but he knows Damian will just keep pressing it.*
I'll have something when we get dessert
*He decides, shrugging a bit and giving a reassuring smile, ruffling Damians hair a little bit. Getting Damian a treat wont be too bad and he can either share or get himself something small.*
*Damian perks up, tilting his head a little at the response and huffing when Jason ruffles his hair a bit and readjusting the headphones with an eyeroll.*
Dessert? This is hardly a meal.
*He holds up the pretzel a bit. It's good, salty and the bread is a nice flavor. Damian's always liked bread, even if it's not actually good for birds or anything and has basically no nutritional value, but as a small treat sometimes it's nice. He enjoys homemade bread the most, but the warm pretzels are good still for what they are. He's never had homemade pretzels so he doesn't have a frame of reference for that.*
Do you want a meal?
*Jason tilts his head at Damian, squinting a bit. He assumed he wouldnt want to eat anymore since Damian doesnt really ask to eat much in general but maybe hes wrong.
Jason doesnt have the best appetite himself, not by choice but because sometimes his body forgets its alive and he cant stomach anything or he doesnt get the signals to eat food especially when hes focusing on work. He usually just ends up loading up on food on good days.*
Not particularly...I'm only confused how dessert would be applicable here.
*Damian says with a small shrug as he stares down at his feet. Eating is annoying and he only does it because he needs to really, it gets rid of the discomfort and then he can move on with the day. He has his favorites sure, but it's not usually enjoyable without them and he doesn't get things he actually likes often, it tends to be more like a chore if anything.
He's been starved before for training purposes with a tutor, so he'd learn how to endure, so it's not exactly a new feeling. But if he can stop it, he will. He takes another bite of the pretzel however and looks back at Jason.*
If you dont want desert then you dont have to have anything.
*Jason shrugs, adjusting the bags in his hands a bit to go on his shoulder which is a little uncomfortable because of the wings but he ignores it.
He's more of a spice fan himself but Roy loves sugary stuff and hes baked quite alot in his life time so sweets are definitely his favourite after that.*
I didn't say that...I just said it doesn't make much sense to call it a dessert.
*Damian says with an eyeroll as he rips off a piece of the pretzel and eats it. Damian's always been more of a savory fan but sweets are a close second, he's not too big on spice but only when it's in large increments if anything or if it's the only flavor.
He looks down at his feet a bit, at the new sneakers which are definitely nicer and more comfortable even with the new feeling to them. He'll get used to that more but he's got some more room for his talons as well as just space for his feet, which he definitely is pleased about.*
I would like to have something if it is allowed.
What do'ya want me to call it?
*Jason snorts before nodding, holding Damians shoulder and walking him along out in the food court, looking around but letting Damian pick where they eat. He really doesnt mind anyways.
When he was in the league he didnt eat the entire time there but one time.. After he was revived by the pit he could but it never was really the same. Even after being homeless for 2 years and everything he has to do after he got adopted due to the refeeding syndrome he recovered only to, well, die then come back.*
A treat I suppose? Dessert is an addition to a meal...or I guess you could add 'a' to the beginning, such as a dessert. Because they're also a type of food, but without it, it implies you're speaking of the part of a meal.
*Damian responds, humming a little as he thinks. He huffs a bit, he follows Jason's gaze around the court still eating the pretzel. He's become used to the act of eating while doing things, such as walking or when you're out at a fair or carnival or something akin to those, considering Stephanie and Grayson enjoy dragging him to events like those. For whatever reason.
But it still feels almost awkward of an action, like he should be sitting down at a table to eat, but it's more normal here to just...have a snack and go back to your activities, even in schooling.*
Could we get crêpes?
*He suggests a little quieter as he points at the stall.*
*It had been a while since Damian had broken into Jason's apartment and Jason came back from the mission and found him. After convincing him to stay with Jason he had mostly been getting the groceries to restock all his food after his mission and also to make as much food from home to stuff the kid with since he hasnt even eaten much since he broke in and while Alfred is a good food he still doesnt know how to make the kind from the League.
Jason also bought some food for Alfred the Cat and some food bowls, all approved by Damian but he could tell the kid was missing the rest of his pets.
He checked in with the bats after he came back to see how things were since Damian was missing and safe to say it was.. bad. He spied on Bruce and Dick arguing which without Damian around to keep Dick civil with Bruce (which apparently didnt matter when Jason was a kid) the fight was bad and clearly not their first one.
Bruce is obviously livid and even called Talia to see if she knew were the kid was, thinking he ran off to the league. Dick is angry at Bruce and concerned out of his mind about how the kid is. He even managed to get Tim wrapped in who may have not been as close with the kid as Dick but was clearly concerned as well, helping him try find him and making theories. It was bad.
He's more concerned about what to do with school and while he would happily keep Damian with him the kid has friends and a life with news articles already covering where the youngest Wayne son is. Alfred has clearly given some kind of excuse for school at least to explain his absence.
Currently, however. Jason thankfully doesnt have to think about that because hes just asleep in bed, curled up with his wings covering him. He would honestly prefer to sleep on the floor but Damian is sleeping in his nest right now. He offered the spare room Jason has but he knows he keeps sneaking into the nest during the night.*
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*Damian is...doing fine he supposes. Things have been less stressful living with Jason, but part of him has begun to...miss everyone, has begun to feel like he's just taking up room and making things harder for Jason.
He doesn't have much with him besides his drawing stuff and Alfred the cat, and some clothes. Though besides Jason's hoodie most of it is uncomfortable dress shirts and pants and his school uniform, considering Father never bought him anything besides stuff he needed to wear to go out of the house.
He sleeps in Jason's extra room some nights but then he gets...nightmares, or just- becomes scared of being alone for whatever pathetic reason it is, so he sneaks into Jason's nest, hiding in his wings. Jason never mentions it or has told him to refrain from the unruly behavior so he...hasn't stopped.
He's even begun doing it on instinct instead of when he feels like he needs it, getting up in the middle of the night to lay next to Jason. He knows Jason wakes up when he does it, but he never tells him to leave. So Damian just curls up beside him.
Tonight is one of those nights, he's brought Alfred with him as well, placing the kitten in the nest and curling up next to Jason, using his wings almost like a blanket as he drifts off again...
There are flashes of pain behind his eyes, of men screaming and yelling, of blood splattering against the ground, laughs of adults as they drink and eat like there isn't a rotting corpse laid on the floor beside Damian. He grips his sword and fights back but he's done something wrong again- and Mother is abandoning him and Father is yelling, and saying he's horrible and selfish and he will never be good, never know empathy. Damian searches for hours for a pearl, one from his grandmother's necklace, for Father. Only to be called incapable of ever caring for another beside himself.
There's pain spreading on his back and against his wings and he bites his lip so he doesn't scream as he's whipped and punished. He's not sure for what reason, but all he knows is he's wrong and he deserves it- and then he's learning from a new tutor, a woman, Jason isn't around, other duties, probably ones of a general. The woman takes Damian to a river, far away from home.
He messes things up, some small mistake. He's seven years old.
She tries to drown him under the water and he kicks and screams, his head is beneath water and she's holding her hands over his throat and he shouts before picking up some large stone from the water and hitting her in the face, continuously slamming it into her head as he chokes on the lasting water in his lungs- he screams and-
His eyes fly open with a choked shout, wings going to hide him closely as he backs away, grabbing at his arms and breathing harshly, because there's water in his lungs and he can't breathe and Jason isn't here to help him, and he shrinks back against the wall, grabbing at himself as he wheezes almost.*
Alright...
*Damian mumbles, before going to pick up Alfred again, his shoes tied now. He picks up the cat and puts him on the windowsill of the apartment to look out the window. It's a day where it isn't raining in Gotham, but of course it's sad and dreary out still, clouded and gray. Though there are some activities that pass by their window that Alfred seems to be interested in, air and foot traffic mostly, and Damian enjoys watching the people in the city do as they please.
He stays there, simply observing as Alfred places his paws against the glass every now and again and meowing. Damian perks up and looks over when Jason comes back finally, glancing at Alfred for a moment before huffing and taking the cat and basically tossing the animal onto the couch, who seems entirely unbothered by this.*
Let us go then?
*Jason ties his laces before watching Damian, noting the paw prints on the window which he finds cute before watching as Damian practically chucks the cat onto the couch. He guesses cats do really land on their feet. He laughs at the situation, bringing a clawed hand over his face before quickly composing himself when Damian speaks*
Lets..
*He says with a small chuckle, opening the door and relocking everything behind the two of them before walking down the steps, finding his motorcycle in the alley he hid it in and taking it out.
After some consideration he decides to just pick Damian up and plop him on the bike despite knowing very well he could get on himself, ruffling the kids hair before following after and putting on his helmet. Its made to fit his face wings obviously similar to the Red Hood helmet so its not too uncomfortable*
Ready, Dami?
*Damian follows him, looking around a little but staying close by Jason for the most part. He yelps a little when Jason picks him up and puts him down on the bike but doesn't protest, instead simply allowing it and putting his head up after Jason ruffles his hair, rolling his eyes.*
Ready...
*He mumbles, letting Jason start the bike and go where they're intending to go.*
*Jason snorts at the reaction, bringing Damians hands around him so the kid doesnt fall*
Tuck your wings and lets go then
*He grins in the helmet though the tilt of his head and tone of his voice give it away without even seeing his face. After hes sure Damian is secure he starts the motorcycle and speeds off, making sure not to be as fast as he usually would since Damian and the extra weight is there but taking some safe short cuts till they arrive at the large shopping centre.*
*Damian huffs but does as he's told, covering his head with his hood for now and staying still for the ride until they get to the shopping centre. He makes a small face at the building but only huffs and gets off of the bike, looking towards Jason a bit curiously if anything.*
Do we have a list of things we need?
*He questions, brows furrowed a little. The sound might be bad inside, which vaguely worries him, but he's not weak. He can handle some loud noises.*
Of course, I'm not an animal.
*Jason rolls a bit before looking between Damian and the building. Hes never really likes shopping, hes never wanted much other than stability and all the price tags overwhelmed him. Its better now that he knows he can afford basically anything but he still finds himself wanting a good deal for quality. He really doesnt see the appeal but grabs his bag and enters the mall anyways.*
First we'll get you some clothes, hm?
*Damian makes a small face at that but nods, following after Jason as much as he can, trying to meet Jason's longer stride. He glances around a bit, sticking to Jason's side mostly.*
Why do I need more clothing?
*He questions, tilting his head a bit. Sure he doesn't have entire wardrobe with him, but he has enough that he only needs to wash his clothing once a week so far, and he doesn't change into anything to sleep so that makes for less clothing to wash. He had pajamas at the manor, but they weren't exactly things he was pleased to wear, he wasn't a fan of silk, it didn't feel comfortable if anything. He tended to avoid wearing them, which seemed to translate into what he decided to pack when he ran away.*
*Jason makes sure to slow his pace, not noticeable but taking smaller steps so he seems to be walking as fast but doesnt reach the same distance as he normally would. He tilts his head to Damian at the question, smiling a bit*
Well, proper pants are probably needed.. also shoes otherwise its up to you if you wanna get anything else.
*He knows Damian is someone who tries to live on the bare minimum, not taking too much space or too much at all. Jason was too but that was more circumstance.
They need to get at least that, maybe some headphones or earmuffs somewhere?*
I see...I thought these were proper. The shoes are still functional, Father did not give me any other pairs so I thought that was all you needed?
*Damian says, he winces a bit at some noises around them but hides the action by going to adjust his hood a little and walk a little closer to Jason, almost as if he wants to hold onto Jason's hand but he doesn't. He looks almost suspiciously at their surroundings, like something in the mall could attack him.*
*Jason brings a wing around Damian, not blocking his sight but around his back sort of like a side hug as they walk. The noises from all the people hear are probably overwhelming him but the store should be better.
Birds are the most common and majority of people are some species of them with bats being something extremely rare with only the Waynes really being known for them.*
Yeah but those are school clothes, you wouldnt wear your pyjamas outside, now would you? Similar with your uniform.
*He explains, leading Damian over to the clothes shop. Jason makes sure to explain everything to Damian or at least as much as and in a way he can tell the kid. He deserves to be treated like a person.*
Right...but my pants are not for school. They are for other things. The shoes I suppose I understand...can I...get sneakers? Like the ones Jonathan has?
*He says with a slight tilt to his head, he almost seems nervous at the idea, putting his hands in his hoodie pocket and looking up at Jason with a slight purse to his lips.
Jonathan definitely seems to dress differently, and he has pointed this out before, but Damian had thought it was because Jonathan was allowed to have more colorful and comfortable items whereas Damian is not. He was able to accept that, but he still...wishes somewhat that maybe Jason will allow at least the want for sneakers.
They aren't exactly comfortable but they've always looked cool...and Damian enjoys the laced look on his costume, it's why he chose them over the boots most of the others wear with their costumes. He was given freedom to design what he wanted by Grayson, so he...indulged.*
*Jason smiles fondly at that, humming.*
Yeah, you'll have to pick your clothes out, I've been told I have no fashion taste anyways. Go look
*He sighs dramatically at the last part, leading Damian into the store. He phrases it as once again Jasons fault and Damian helping him out by choosing for himself so the kid wont feel too much pressure to buy what Jason deems ok even though he doesnt mind as long as the kid is comfortable and happy.
Its hopefully less loud in here at least and he greets the man at the counter. They seem to be some breed of pigeon but Jason doesnt mind, folding up his wings and tell him that he and his brother are just going to look around before walking back over to Damian. He can tell the man is suspicious of Jason due to him being a vulture but ignores it, bringing a wing around Damians back to protect him from the man eyeing Jason's gaze.*
*Damian snickers a little at that, following Jason inside the store and glaring a bit at the man at the counter, huffing and grabbing Jason's hand to drag him inside and away from him. He's not sure what he's looking for or what he's allowed to get, but he looks around a little idly in the boy's section, frowning a little and staying close to Jason if anything.
He decides the shoes would be easier and tugs on Jason's sleeve a little to bring him to the shoes section. He looks around at the different sneakers and things for a bit, not speaking but seeming to be in deep thought and contemplation about the options if anything. He ends up finding some green sneakers that look nice, and looks up at Jason.*
I don't know my size.
*He says a little quietly, looking anxious...or well, he looks angry, but Jason can tell the underlying emotion there, considering the boy tends to look angry.*
*Jason is surprised when Damian grabs his hand and basically drags him along, laughing a bit and using his other hand to hide his face before composing himself and following. Hes not really interested and just wants Damian to buy whatever.
He nods when his sleeve is pulled, continuing to follow Damian into the shoes section and letting him hold on to Jason if he wishes. He hums when Damian speaks, glancing at the shoes but honestly not caring much.*
Well, are the shoes you have on right now comfortable? We can go up or down a size if not.
*Damian frowns, looking down at his feet with an almost determined look.*
I suppose they're a little small now.
*He mumbles. The shoes were the ones he had gotten when he first stopped homeschooling about a year ago, replacing his older dress shoes that he thinks were donated or thrown out. He's fairly certain Pennyworth had measured his feet beforehand.*
I don't know the size of these. Pennyworth bought them somewhere without my knowledge before I started attending school. Some sort of custom made thing I believe.
*That seems to be a strange steady theme with Damian's things, they are high quality and expensive, but theres always some lack to them. High quality and expensive button up shirts and pants, yet nothing comfortable. Shoes that are expensive and custom made yet they're the only shoes he has, and he hasn't gotten new ones in a while.*
Ah.. That makes sense. Well, then we'll have to do it the trial and error way.
*He hums, looking at the different shoes and trying to calculate which ones would best fit Damians feet and claws. After some consideration he picks out some, they have a good enough amount of claw space and should be around his size though he doubts it will work the first try.*
Wear these, walk around in them a bit and see. Make sure to tell me if they are too big or small or if you need more claw space.
*Jason says, handing the shoes to Damian and waiting for him to try them on. The employee from before is still there and eyeing him, probably thinking he might grab the shoes and fly off but he ignores it, focusing on Damian.*
*Damian nods, moving to put the shoes on and huffs when he notices the eyes on them, he glares again at the employee, tugging on his hood a little before moving to walk around and move with the shoes on.
His claws feel more comfortable in these ones compared to the scuffed up dress shoes, and he fiddles with the laces a little, they seem to be a bit too short which is annoying, considering he likes the shoes.*
These feel okay...
*He says softly, twisting his lips a little as he seems to think.*
Do they have different shoe laces?
*Jason watches as Damian puts on the shoes, noticing Damian glaring at the employee and looking back at them, giving a small smile before pressing his lips together and just continuing to watch as Damian walks around in him. He doesnt really want to scare them or anything especially since they'll have to check out and pay and he doesnt exactly want to get kicked out like he sometimes does.*
We can always take the laces out and buy new ones or use your old ones if you'd like?
*He hums, tilting his head and looking at the shoes. Jason would ask but he doesnt think that will really help the intimidation part.*
Hm...I'd like ones that are white to match the shoe better.
*Damian mumbles, looking shy or nervous at the admission, he fiddles with his hoodie strings a bit, looking down at the shoes a bit. He doesn't want to bother Jason or make him buy more than he needs to. He huffs.*
I can just deal with the old ones if needed.
*He says, going to take the shoes off and change back into his other shoes again.*
*Jason hums, agreeing before looking over to the employee and sighing. Hopefully having a kid with him will make this interaction more civil*
We're already here anyways let me just see.. you look for some pants?
*He crouches down to pick up the discarded shoes, tilting his head to the pants section for Damian to go to while he handles this. He just needs to go up to the counter and ask for different coloured shoelaces and hopefully that wont be a big deal.*
*Damian frowns a little, watching Jason leave and looking around anxiously. He didn't want him to leave him alone, but he doesn't protest and walks to the pants section, pulling a little on his hoodie strings and looking at the different pants in the clothing isle.
He chews on his lip a bit, not really considering any of the options in front of him and mostly just staring forward until Jason comes back, every so often scanning his surroundings. He can hear everyone else in the store and also the mumble of conversation that he recognizes as Jason and someone else, as well as a few others in the store, and the activity outside of the store, as well as music playing over an intercom, and it just...feels like a lot. Too much, really. He tugs on his hood as if it could muffle the noise somehow.*
*Jason walks over to the guy, trying to look a bit friendly or really anything that'll make him not look at him with that mix of fear, disgust and like hes somehow an inferior wild animal but ignores it anyways to just do this quickly.
Thankfully, despite their customer service not being the friendliest he quickly gets the new, white and longer laces and puts them on the shoes before letting Jason pay (while eyeing his money like he robbed a bank which to be fair he got it from other illegal means). The speed was probably just because they wanted Jason out as soon as possible but unluckily for them Jason walks over to Damian, noting him just,, staring at the selection.*
Habibi.. do you like anything?
*Damian looks over to him and sighs a bit, moving to hide behind him a little and stare at the clothing with a vengeance. He shrugs a bit and keep his shoulders up a bit near his ears, glancing around a little and grabbing onto Jason's jacket a bit, his hold light as he does.*
I don't know.
*He mumbles it, soft enough you could almost miss it with the other noises, though Damian feels like he's almost yelling, anxiously messing with his hood a bit more.*
*Jason is surprised by the movement but brings a wing around Damian’s back, resting a clawed hand gently on his shoulder*
That’s OK.. how about we start with sweatpants, just something for when you’re at home? Nice and comfy.
*He says slowly and softly, crouching down so he’s at around eye level with Damian. He doesn’t want to overwhelm him with choices and honestly he thought being out of the league would help Damian with that but he thinks the manor and just everything made it worse.*
Okay...that sounds good.
*Damian mumbles, not looking at Jason and instead staring at his feet a little. He's only worn sweatpants once and it was because he had to borrow some of Jonathan's pajamas while spending the night because he had embarrassingly forgotten pajamas. They were...comfortable though, he liked them better than the silk pajamas.*
Father never...is it okay?
*He asks, feeling anxious and looking around as if Father could randomly appear and reprimand him for even thinking about doing something like this. Father had never explicitly said he wasn't allowed to have clothes like this, but he also never bought them for him...even though Drake and Thomas seemed to have them. He was certain it was a rule specific to him and was the type he should know already and that one isn't supposed to question.*
*Jason presses his lips together at that comment looking away for a moment seeming mad before his face quickly corrects himself.*
Well, I’m not B. You don’t have to follow their rules while you’re with me, ok?
*He says softly, pressing their foreheads together for a second to show he’s not mad, not at Damian anyways. Of course Bruce would do something like that. He doesn’t think he would make it an outright rule though then again maybe Bruce has been getting worse not better. He made Damian promise to tell Jason if Bruce laid a hand on him and he hoped Damian has kept that because if not..*
*Damian looks up at Jason a bit curiously before seeming to relax a little and resting his head against Jason's back, a little below and to the side of his wings, still holding onto the fabric of his jacket.*
Alright...thank you, Akhi.
*He says quietly, moving to pull the sleeves of his hoodie over his hands a bit and looking over at the different pants selections now that he's not too panicked or anything. They look fine. most seem to be jeans which Damian has always despised. The texture of denim seems torturous. He's not sure what they are looking for so he doesn't move much, only peaking out from behind Jason.*
*Jason smiles softly down at Damian, putting a clawed hand softly on his shoulder and bringing his wing around Damians back*
No problem, Habibi. You want to go to a different section?
*He hums, noticing Damian doesnt seem interested in anything. He recalls the kid complaining about the texture of jeans one time so none of this will probably be something he'd feel comfortable in. They can go to a different store or just keep looking here. The former might be better considering the fact he can still feel eyes on him occasionally.*
I...would like something less...denim, yes
*He jokes quietly, rolling his eyes but staying close to Jason still. He looks around some more but most of the clothes they can see from this area seem to be boys shorts, jeans or khakis. Which is...not what Damian wants in the slightest really.*
I don't think they have any sweatpants...or- lounge wear I suppose.
*He mumbles, seeming a little more comfortable now that he's holding onto Jason but still slightly like he'd rather just run away and hide.*
*Jason snorts, bringing his hand up to rake through Damians hair a bit. It seems like Damian is basically hiding behind Jason to protect himself from the clothes which is cute but a bit sad.*
How about we go somewhere else? I already paid for the shoes.
*He hums, picking up the bag for the shoes in question which he left on the seat and looking back down at Damian, tilting his head in question*
Okay...I don't care.
*He rolls his eyes a little and looks down with a small huff. He holds onto Jason a bit tighter when he moves, like he might let go of him and leave him there. He doesn't look him in the eyes though, glaring a little at his feet and grits his teeth.*
He just wants to get the stuff and go already. He doesn't know why he thought this would be nice, or that leaving the house would be a good idea, now he just feels overwhelmed and doesn't want to do any of this.*
*Jason sees his discomfort, sighing a bit before picking Damian up and ruffling his hair, making a small coo and nuzzling his face before taking the bag and leaving the store, making sure to keep a wing between Damian and the shop owner. Maybe a break would be good.*
Is it loud?
*He whispers softly, hanging the bag on his arm so he can brush the hair out of Damians face and put his hands over his ears while cupping it. Earmuffs might make the rest of the trip more bearable*
*Damian at first tenses at the movement but he leans into it, hiding his face in Jason's shoulder a little as he does. He chirps back but it's a little weak and is able to show his discomfort more. He's not good at controlling the tone of the noises considering he's mainly been taught never to make them.
He's thankful when Jason puts his hands over his ears, making a soft whimpering sound almost as he does and not looking at him. He nods in response however, squeezing onto Jason a bit more.*
*Jason frowns, heart aching a bit at the baby bird's discomfort, continuing to cover his ears and making his way over to a nearby store for accessories, he greets the owner who looks more confused than anything before walking over to the changing room, entering one of them and placing Damian down on the stoll, still hugging him close.
Its much quieter here so hopefully it gives Damian a chance to calm down a bit. Instead of talking Jason lets out a small coo after a while to see if Damian will respond.*
*Damian hugs Jason only opening his eyes at the change of setting and the sound of Jason speaking to someone. He looks around the changing room a bit but stays in Jasons wings. He takes a few breathes and tries to not lose it. He's usually better with the noise but it's been worse lately, and he doesn't know why. He still feels like he's somehow becoming weaker and he doesn't know why.
After a second or two he squeaks a bit, clicking as his wings twitch a little. He sighs a little and leans on Jason.*
Sorry.
*He whispers.*
*Jason just holds him close and in his wings, clicking back softly when Damian does and brushing his hair back, working his way through it before turning to preen a few feathers that were ready to come out.*
Its fine.
*He coos softly, nuzzling Damians face. Hopefully he feels more calm now that its quiet. Jason definitely needs to get those earmuffs for him. At home its quiet so being overwhelmed by all the noise outside probably caused this.*
*Damian's breathing seems to calm but he stays in Jason's hold, not making any sign of moving really. It's nicer in here and he doesn't have to deal with all the noise...he's ruined the shopping trip, he probably shouldn't have come along in the first place if anything. He doesn't voice this, just sighing a little and hiding his face a bit.
The hold and touch are comforting and the noise is somewhat muffled in here, but it's still not great and he moves to cover his ears after a few moments, his hood down now that Jason is messing with his hair and all. He doesn't move to stop him or anything though, leaning into it almost.*
*Jason eventually moves to sit down instead with Damian in his lap, still stable in his hold and wings. He just continues to preen Damians wings or at least as much as they need since they didnt in the morning, letting out a few small coos as he does so. He brings one hand over Damians when he covers his ears, making sure not to make any noises himself and instead nuzzling him every now and again.*
*Eventually Damian takes his hands away slowly, looking up at Jason with a face that looks...like he's contemplating if anything. He frowns a bit., still seeming uncomfortable but not as intensely as before.*
I didn't...mean to disrupt the shopping trip.
*He looks away, speaking softly and looking almost anxious, shifting his legs so they're up by his chest, his wings moving a little to cover himself.*
We can keep going.
*He mumbles it, face hidden a little. He's still against Jason however and makes no effort to move away.*
*Jason cups his face, pressing their foreheads together before letting Damian have some space, a small smile on his face as he looks at him. He makes sure his wings are around Damian at the very least, looking at the little bird.*
Ok.. How about we get you earmuffs or some noise cancelling headphones, hm?
*He says softly, miming them for emphasis. It will make this trip all the more bearable and just in general whenever Damian feels overwhelmed.*
*He makes a small face, but looks at Jason and sighs.*
Okay...if that's alright with you.
*Damian mumbles. He seems to be more compliant when he's uncomfortable, given that it's easier than making things worse by angering whoever he's with. He knows he can be annoying and bratty, it's best if he just shuts up sometimes.
Damian hides his face again. Headphones or something would be nice to get the noise to stop being so much...but he doesn't want to be some kind of bother or nuisance. He honestly just wishes he never came here.*
*He sighs a bit but is still smiling, ruffling Damians hair a bit*
Of course. You wanna wait a bit longer in here or.. I could bring the headphones to you?
*Jason offers, thinking of a way that would be the best and most comfortable for Damian. He knows he might start shutting down and being compliant which he can already see the signs of and gives him options to hopefully coax him out of that without overwhelming Damian too much.*
*Damian frowns, not knowing what to say. He'd probably be more of a nuisance if he makes Jason drag him along with him, and it'll take longer if he does. But staying in here feels pathetic and cowardly almost, and part of him worries if that's just how he is now...and regardless of all of that being away from Jason almost feels like being stabbed for some reason and he worries he might freak out.
Damian decides staying will be better and less bothersome, even if it might make him anxious. He's not particularly happy with either choice but he has to say something, and he seems to be just staring down for a while, not answering but looking like he's thinking over the choices with a fervor.*
I...I can stay here.
*He can't even find the nerve in him to make some joke about ordering Jason around like a monarch, like he usually does to get rid of the ill feeling that comes with the worry of being denied. He just hides his face a bit and pulls his hood over his head once again. He feels weak.*
*Jason waits patiently for Damian to think it through, still holding his arms and keeping Damian in his wings. He doesnt want to leave him but he doesnt want Damian to be too overwhelmed either but its Damians choice and he chooses to stay. Jason can respect that at least.*
Ok. Make sure to keep the door closed but not locked, I dont wanna break it.
*He smiles a bit, still speaking softly and trying to lighten the mood a smidge. Jason stands up, picking up the preened feathers and putting them in Damians lap.*
Take care of these for me, kay?
*Damian eyes him a bit, lamenting at the loss of the touch but nods, staying curled up and moving a bit to the corner of the changing room. He pauses and huffs a soft laugh at the feathers.*
Sure...
*He mumbles, furrowing his brow at Jason a little but taking the feathers in hand as Jason leaves. He huffs, staying hunched in on himself as he waits, staring down at the feathers he's holding. He doesn't like being alone, and not in a place like this really, and eventually he finds himself curling up more and covering his ears with his hands again to muffle the noise in the store and the music playing over the intercoms.
He just wants to go home and not have to deal with any of this stuff anymore, but Jason needs to get the food and everything so he's not going to complain or say anything, it would be stupid of him.*
*Jason gives Damian a small smile before leaving the room, quickly finding some earmuffs and noise cancelling headphones for him to try. The employee there thankfully doesnt seem to mind him all that much though she does eye his wings a bit but he ignores it.
Coming back in he has the earmuffs and headphones in his hands, handing them over to Damian before pressing their foreheads together and putting his wings back around him again.*
Try these? Its OK if they arent the best, I can get something else.
*He reassures, brushing some of Damians hair back and looking at his ears. They are mostly normal but some bat features do come through with them looking more pointed and the skin texture being different among other things.*
*Damian sits up quickly at the sound of footsteps and the door being opened, he looks a little alarmed before relaxing at the sight of Jason. He accepts the touch immediately, leaning into him and squeaking a little before looking over curiously at the headphones and earmuffs. He frowns a bit but takes off his hood and moves to put the earmuffs over his ears but the fabric is a bit of a weird texture and it makes the sensitive skin on his ears feel weird. They block out a good amount of sound but it feels akin to if he was just putting his hands over his ears.
He takes them off pretty quickly and takes the headphones instead, placing them on. They feel better, giving enough room for his ears to stay in and the head wings to not get in the way. The noise cancelling is better and actually feels like it's doing something besides just muffling the noise via pressure. He seems pretty okay with them but doesn't say anything, instead just not taking them off and handing the earmuffs back to Jason.*
*Jason pulls back a bit so Damian can try on both of the accessories, paying close attention to his body language and actions. If Damian doesnt feel like or doesnt want to talk thats ok, Jason can understand him just fine like this.
He seems to not like the earmuffs, preferring the headphones and keeping them on his head which is a big yes in words. Jason happily takes the earmuffs, gesturing to the door to say hes putting them back. When he returns in the room he sits down next to Damian again, bringing his wing back around him.*
*Damian frowns a bit when Jason leaves again but perks up when he's back, head wings flapping a bit as Jason goes to put his wing around him again. Damian moves over to hug Jason, not saying anything and just hiding his face in his side. He sighs a bit.
The headphones make it easier, he should be able to do the rest of the trip, even though part of him just wants to go back home. He looks over to the bag with his shoes in it and looks at Jason curiously. He points at it, asking silently if he could put them on, considering they'd already bought them. He likes the shoes, and he's happy he gets to have them even though he feels overwhelmed by everything.*
*Jason smiles at him, bringing an arm around his shoulders and hugging him back, just letting the two of them stay here while he cards through Damians hair gently with his claws. He perks up when Damian looks up at him and points to the bag, leaning over to grab it and handing it over to Damian, giving him some space but still keeping a wing around him while he tries it on.*
*Damian takes it and bows his head in thanks, not feeling like talking right now. Jason doesn't usually mind when he gets like that so he lets it be, moving to take out the sneakers. He puts them on, taking off the old scuffed school shoes and putting them in the box instead. He ties the new laces and kicks his feet a bit, looking down at them.
He's happy with them. He wants them to be able to get the shopping trip done with, really, so he packs his old shoes away in the box and places them in the bag. He uses his talons to cut the tags off of the shoes and stands. His head wings flap for a second, still getting used to the feeling of the headphones being over where they tend to fold against, but it's not uncomfortable, just different. Damian glances at Jason a bit, tugging at the sleeves of his hoodie so they go over his hands.*
*Jason smiles, watching as Damian tries on the shoes, happy seeing that he seems to like them before tilting his head in confusion when Damian gets up and puts them away. He takes a second but realises hes ready to leave, standing up as well and just putting the feathers in the bag.
Jason holds on to Damians shoulder, unlocking and opening the door and leaving the room, walking back over and putting the earmuffs back before talking to the lady at the counter, putting a hand on the headphones to tell Damian hes going to take them off before doing so and quickly letting the lady scan them and paying, putting them back on after a walking out the door.*
You want to get clothes or just groceries?
*Damian walks with him, looking around a little and frowning a bit but letting Jason take the headphones to scan, chirping a little unintentionally when he gets them back.
He moves to hold onto Jason's hand, looking around the place a bit. He looks up at him and shrugs, looking down. He doesn't really want to choose right now, if anything. He'd like some clothes but he's not sure, he just wants Jason to choose whats easier because he's not sure what the right answer is and he doesn't want to make anymore choices. He hides his face a bit in Jason's side.*
*Jason gladly holds Damian’s hand, smiling down at him a bit sadly when he doesn’t choose anything and instead just hides himself in Jason’s side. They can get clothes another time, it’ll probably overwhelm Damian since they’ll have to go to another store and try out a bunch of stuff with so many different choices.*
You still wanna eat out?
*He offers, still wanting to give Damian some choice. Jason doesn’t mind either way honestly so really it depends on if Damian wants to go home as soon as possible.*
*Damian pauses briefly before nodding yes insistently. He'd still like to get some food, that was really the only reason why he wanted to come along besides just being able to get out of the apartment for once. He seems to perk up a bit more at that.
He hasn't really gone to any restaurants in a long while, and the headphones are helping with the noise. He can do that, if anything.*
*Jasons smile widens a bit, nuzzling his hair before continuing to walk over to the grocery store, taking out a shopping cart and letting go of Damians hand to do so. After thinking for a bit he takes out his phone, opening the list of groceries and making sure to cut out any notes he'd rather no one sees before handing it to Damian.*
I need your help, Habibi. You tell me what we have to get, kay?
*He says firmly like its an order but mostly as a game, a soft smile on his face. Jason has memorised most of the list anyways but might as well make it fun and so he doesnt have to hold both the cart and his phone. If Damian wants he can also add whatever he'd like to the list and Jason might conveniently not notice.*
*Damian raises his eyebrow but takes the phone in his hands and looks the list over intently. It's mostly food items, some are things Damian's never really heard of, but he doesn't really know how to cook anything, so he supposes that's probably why. He looks to Jason.*
I don't know where anything is...are we simply going down the list?
*He says a little quietly, though enough for Jason to hear him. The headphones make it sound weird when he speaks, but it's better than just dealing with the noises of the store and everything else. He looks around the store a bit curiously, the lights are too bright and annoying to his eyes, but he's fairly used to the fluorescents of Gotham Academy so it's not that much of an issue, and it's not too bad when he looks down.*
Yep. You just have to say them.
*Jason hums, letting his voice reach its normal volume since Damian anyways has the headphones on. Its honestly a bit of an adjustment since hes used to speaking ever lower and softer than usual all the time since hes conscious of hurting Damians ears. He brings a hand to Damians shoulder, moving to enter the store and putting the hand back to steer the cart, gesturing for Damian to follow.*
*Damian hums in response, walking with Jason and glancing a bit more around. He's never really been in a grocery store before...which feels pretentious, but he never really had to, and the place is strange looking, people everywhere with their shopping carts going about, soft and muffled music, the dinging from the registers, the echoing all around. It's as if he's plugging his ears very firmly without any of the pain, it's nice.
He rattles off the different list items when Jason collects things, getting dramatically annoyed when he 'goes too slow.' with it, and how absurd he finds the sorting and formatting of the shop, definitely more talkative than before, he only asks for Jason to get some more fruit from fruit salads, considering he had enjoyed what he had eaten that morning, he only goes quiet again when they're at the register, simply staring down and away as they get their groceries and all. He speaks up again as they exit the store, rolling his eyes.*
One could argue that there are easier ways to do this sort of thing.
*He says, furrowing his brow a hint.*
*Jason pushes the cart and guides Damian as he goes to get all the ingredients on the list as he says them, smiling when the kid talks more and occasionally adding his own comments or snorting a bit.
The rows of shelves is a bit annoying because he has to make sure his wings are pinned and folded back to take as little space as possible. For any normal avian it would be fairly easy but since Jason is one of the rarer vulture species with some of the largest wings its not the best.
He manages without complaint though, getting all the groceries and paying, handing his cash to the teenage cashier who seems to done with being here to really care about anything but scanning the groceries.*
Well, some people just order all their groceries online and get them to their door.
*He chuckles a bit, continuing to push the trolley as they are still in the same building.*
That feels like there is room for mistake. Especially considering how ordering specific fruits and other items can become difficult when you do not have a visual example in front of you. I believe they would do well with an easier layout and less violent lighting among other things. The shelving is despicable.
*He follows while rolling his eyes and messing with the sleeves of his hoodie, he sticks close to Jason, but not as much as before, seeming more relaxed. Not fully, considering they're in public, but he seems less like he might be a step away from a panic attack.*
Where are we going now?
Well, we could go to Walmart? They don't sell food though.
*Jason laughs a bit. When Ra's literally bought him Walmart Jason of course brought Damian along as well as Ra's, Talia and all those shareholders who would come. It was probably a security risk but it was also a fun family outing he supposes. Closest thing he has to a family. Bruce and Ra's really should battle for being the worst head of the two of them, he would pay to watch that.*
You wanted to eat out so we'll do that.
*Damian scoffs with an eyeroll at the memory of them all going to a Walmart of all places, it was a strange and almost embarrassing effort done by Grandfather, but it was enjoyable for what it was.*
It's not your birthday yet, you will have to wait until we do any more Walmart excursions. Perhaps we can buy more of Walmart this year.
*Damian jokes, looking at Jason curiously at the last bit.*
I would like that yes...but if you do not wish to, we don't have to.
*He looks down at his feet at that with a small shrug that's a little sad and awkward compared to his demeanor prior.*
*Jason barks a laugh at that, bringing one of his hands over his face to hide it and his fangs before humming and putting his hand back on the cart.*
Of course. You'll have ta pick where we go, though. I cannot make this decision without you, my liege
*He says with a small smirk, tilting his head down to look at Damian. Before when he was braindead and also adjusting after the pit he really didnt have much free will, just trained to have instincts to fight and follow orders.
Some orders more... some orders not related to a mission. Damian of course doesnt know about that part but the only free will he had was protecting Damian. They said they dont even know why but in his braindead mind something connect Damian with someone to protect. He would go against any orders and act out of his own will or as much of it as he had just to protect and comfort the kid and everyone at the league just decided to leave it alone considering he would kill them without hesitation if they intervened, regardless of his orders.*
Right...well I don't know any restaurants, so I can't make any suggestions.
*Damian says with a small shrug. He's happy to be back with Jason, one of the only people who's ever really let him feel safe. He's known him the longest, and regardless of his bonds with some of the others, Jason has always been the strongest. Richard- Grayson, was different than the others, closer because he was all he had for a good while when Father was missing and presumed dead, even though he's betrayed him now.
But Jason was even more than that. He was safety, closeness and warmth. Whereas he and Grayson used to constantly be at each other's throats at the beginning, Jason was never that...Jason seemed to always understand. That wasn't a feeling Damian was used to having.*
Hm.. Well, we'll look around in the food court and we can check out anything that catches your eye.
*Jason hums, tilting his head and glancing up a bit in thought before looking back down at Damian and proposing the idea. He usually cooks for himself, eats whatever carcasses he can find or just doesnt eat so he doesnt know any places either other than those restaurants he mentioned earlier.*
*Damian hums a bit at that, moving a little closer to Jason but looking around a bit.*
I don't mind anything I suppose. I only do not want any meat...
*He mumbles the last bit, making a face and huffing. He's not sure if he likes malls really, he's only every been twice, now with Jason and once he had gone with Jonathan, Maya and Colin, considering Colin and Jonathan had been horrified at the fact Damian and Maya hadn't been before. They are noisy and strange, and Damian wasn't fond of the crowds.*
Of course, lets just look around, I'm not the best at picking
*Jason responds, pushing the cart along so they are at the food court, looking around and watching Damians reaction to see if hes interested in anything. He's honestly not even that hungry but if he doesnt eat Damian wont either.*
*Damian looks around at the different places in the court, most are fast food that look unappetizing or are wildly meat centered, but there's a few that seem nice...there seems to be a crêpe shop on one side, though that's mostly a desert food so Damian looks over it, a boba tea place, frozen yogurt, pizza place...there's an interesting looking pretzel stall that makes Damian pause. He's had a soft pretzel before while with Grayson once and he definitely liked it, compared to anything else he's gotten from different places.*
Could I get a pretzel...?
*He asks a little quietly, going to stand at Jason's side again and look up at him curiously, holding onto his sleeve.*
Yeah, sure.
*Jason smiles a bit, putting his cart to the side and taking out the two bags, one with the groceries and the other with Damians stuff. He holds on to Damians hand, making his way over to the pretzel stand and looking at the selections. Nothing really stands out to him considering its bread and there isnt anything spicy so he looks back at Damian.*
What do'ya want, Habibi?
*Damian smiles a little at the answer, taking Jason's hand without protest and walking with him towards the stand, looking over the menu and the food in the glass in front of them as they wait in the line. He points at baked soft pretzel.*
Can I get that?
*He asks quietly, looking up at Jason curiously. Its not exactly a whole meal but Damian doesn't mind and they ate breakfast late anyways, considering they didn't end up clothes shopping.*
Sure.
*He smiles, talking to the person running the stand and asking for only one of the baked soft pretzel. Jason isnt really hungry anyways so he just quickly pays, handing them the cash and a tip before taking the pretzel and handing it to Damian, moving out of the way so everyone behind them can go and leaning against the wall. He'll probably make a big lunch since they had breakfast only a few hours ago.*
*Damian takes it happily, but keeps his face still, looking more like the natural glare but with a small sparkle to his eye. He walks with Jason and sniffs the food before tasting it and making sure it tastes normal and there isn't anything in it, once he deems it okay he takes another bite. He doesn glance at Jason a bit.*
Are you going to get anything here..?
*He asks, furrowing his brow and looking him over almost suspiciously.*
*Jason hums, tilting his head a bit before thinking. He really doesnt want to but he knows Damian will just keep pressing it.*
I'll have something when we get dessert
*He decides, shrugging a bit and giving a reassuring smile, ruffling Damians hair a little bit. Getting Damian a treat wont be too bad and he can either share or get himself something small.*
*Damian perks up, tilting his head a little at the response and huffing when Jason ruffles his hair a bit and readjusting the headphones with an eyeroll.*
Dessert? This is hardly a meal.
*He holds up the pretzel a bit. It's good, salty and the bread is a nice flavor. Damian's always liked bread, even if it's not actually good for birds or anything and has basically no nutritional value, but as a small treat sometimes it's nice. He enjoys homemade bread the most, but the warm pretzels are good still for what they are. He's never had homemade pretzels so he doesn't have a frame of reference for that.*
Do you want a meal?
*Jason tilts his head at Damian, squinting a bit. He assumed he wouldnt want to eat anymore since Damian doesnt really ask to eat much in general but maybe hes wrong.
Jason doesnt have the best appetite himself, not by choice but because sometimes his body forgets its alive and he cant stomach anything or he doesnt get the signals to eat food especially when hes focusing on work. He usually just ends up loading up on food on good days.*
Not particularly...I'm only confused how dessert would be applicable here.
*Damian says with a small shrug as he stares down at his feet. Eating is annoying and he only does it because he needs to really, it gets rid of the discomfort and then he can move on with the day. He has his favorites sure, but it's not usually enjoyable without them and he doesn't get things he actually likes often, it tends to be more like a chore if anything.
He's been starved before for training purposes with a tutor, so he'd learn how to endure, so it's not exactly a new feeling. But if he can stop it, he will. He takes another bite of the pretzel however and looks back at Jason.*
If you dont want desert then you dont have to have anything.
*Jason shrugs, adjusting the bags in his hands a bit to go on his shoulder which is a little uncomfortable because of the wings but he ignores it.
He's more of a spice fan himself but Roy loves sugary stuff and hes baked quite alot in his life time so sweets are definitely his favourite after that.*
I didn't say that...I just said it doesn't make much sense to call it a dessert.
*Damian says with an eyeroll as he rips off a piece of the pretzel and eats it. Damian's always been more of a savory fan but sweets are a close second, he's not too big on spice but only when it's in large increments if anything or if it's the only flavor.
He looks down at his feet a bit, at the new sneakers which are definitely nicer and more comfortable even with the new feeling to them. He'll get used to that more but he's got some more room for his talons as well as just space for his feet, which he definitely is pleased about.*
I would like to have something if it is allowed.
*It had been a while since Damian had broken into Jason's apartment and Jason came back from the mission and found him. After convincing him to stay with Jason he had mostly been getting the groceries to restock all his food after his mission and also to make as much food from home to stuff the kid with since he hasnt even eaten much since he broke in and while Alfred is a good food he still doesnt know how to make the kind from the League.
Jason also bought some food for Alfred the Cat and some food bowls, all approved by Damian but he could tell the kid was missing the rest of his pets.
He checked in with the bats after he came back to see how things were since Damian was missing and safe to say it was.. bad. He spied on Bruce and Dick arguing which without Damian around to keep Dick civil with Bruce (which apparently didnt matter when Jason was a kid) the fight was bad and clearly not their first one.
Bruce is obviously livid and even called Talia to see if she knew were the kid was, thinking he ran off to the league. Dick is angry at Bruce and concerned out of his mind about how the kid is. He even managed to get Tim wrapped in who may have not been as close with the kid as Dick but was clearly concerned as well, helping him try find him and making theories. It was bad.
He's more concerned about what to do with school and while he would happily keep Damian with him the kid has friends and a life with news articles already covering where the youngest Wayne son is. Alfred has clearly given some kind of excuse for school at least to explain his absence.
Currently, however. Jason thankfully doesnt have to think about that because hes just asleep in bed, curled up with his wings covering him. He would honestly prefer to sleep on the floor but Damian is sleeping in his nest right now. He offered the spare room Jason has but he knows he keeps sneaking into the nest during the night.*
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*Damian is...doing fine he supposes. Things have been less stressful living with Jason, but part of him has begun to...miss everyone, has begun to feel like he's just taking up room and making things harder for Jason.
He doesn't have much with him besides his drawing stuff and Alfred the cat, and some clothes. Though besides Jason's hoodie most of it is uncomfortable dress shirts and pants and his school uniform, considering Father never bought him anything besides stuff he needed to wear to go out of the house.
He sleeps in Jason's extra room some nights but then he gets...nightmares, or just- becomes scared of being alone for whatever pathetic reason it is, so he sneaks into Jason's nest, hiding in his wings. Jason never mentions it or has told him to refrain from the unruly behavior so he...hasn't stopped.
He's even begun doing it on instinct instead of when he feels like he needs it, getting up in the middle of the night to lay next to Jason. He knows Jason wakes up when he does it, but he never tells him to leave. So Damian just curls up beside him.
Tonight is one of those nights, he's brought Alfred with him as well, placing the kitten in the nest and curling up next to Jason, using his wings almost like a blanket as he drifts off again...
There are flashes of pain behind his eyes, of men screaming and yelling, of blood splattering against the ground, laughs of adults as they drink and eat like there isn't a rotting corpse laid on the floor beside Damian. He grips his sword and fights back but he's done something wrong again- and Mother is abandoning him and Father is yelling, and saying he's horrible and selfish and he will never be good, never know empathy. Damian searches for hours for a pearl, one from his grandmother's necklace, for Father. Only to be called incapable of ever caring for another beside himself.
There's pain spreading on his back and against his wings and he bites his lip so he doesn't scream as he's whipped and punished. He's not sure for what reason, but all he knows is he's wrong and he deserves it- and then he's learning from a new tutor, a woman, Jason isn't around, other duties, probably ones of a general. The woman takes Damian to a river, far away from home.
He messes things up, some small mistake. He's seven years old.
She tries to drown him under the water and he kicks and screams, his head is beneath water and she's holding her hands over his throat and he shouts before picking up some large stone from the water and hitting her in the face, continuously slamming it into her head as he chokes on the lasting water in his lungs- he screams and-
His eyes fly open with a choked shout, wings going to hide him closely as he backs away, grabbing at his arms and breathing harshly, because there's water in his lungs and he can't breathe and Jason isn't here to help him, and he shrinks back against the wall, grabbing at himself as he wheezes almost.*
Alright...
*Damian mumbles, before going to pick up Alfred again, his shoes tied now. He picks up the cat and puts him on the windowsill of the apartment to look out the window. It's a day where it isn't raining in Gotham, but of course it's sad and dreary out still, clouded and gray. Though there are some activities that pass by their window that Alfred seems to be interested in, air and foot traffic mostly, and Damian enjoys watching the people in the city do as they please.
He stays there, simply observing as Alfred places his paws against the glass every now and again and meowing. Damian perks up and looks over when Jason comes back finally, glancing at Alfred for a moment before huffing and taking the cat and basically tossing the animal onto the couch, who seems entirely unbothered by this.*
Let us go then?
*Jason ties his laces before watching Damian, noting the paw prints on the window which he finds cute before watching as Damian practically chucks the cat onto the couch. He guesses cats do really land on their feet. He laughs at the situation, bringing a clawed hand over his face before quickly composing himself when Damian speaks*
Lets..
*He says with a small chuckle, opening the door and relocking everything behind the two of them before walking down the steps, finding his motorcycle in the alley he hid it in and taking it out.
After some consideration he decides to just pick Damian up and plop him on the bike despite knowing very well he could get on himself, ruffling the kids hair before following after and putting on his helmet. Its made to fit his face wings obviously similar to the Red Hood helmet so its not too uncomfortable*
Ready, Dami?
*Damian follows him, looking around a little but staying close by Jason for the most part. He yelps a little when Jason picks him up and puts him down on the bike but doesn't protest, instead simply allowing it and putting his head up after Jason ruffles his hair, rolling his eyes.*
Ready...
*He mumbles, letting Jason start the bike and go where they're intending to go.*
*Jason snorts at the reaction, bringing Damians hands around him so the kid doesnt fall*
Tuck your wings and lets go then
*He grins in the helmet though the tilt of his head and tone of his voice give it away without even seeing his face. After hes sure Damian is secure he starts the motorcycle and speeds off, making sure not to be as fast as he usually would since Damian and the extra weight is there but taking some safe short cuts till they arrive at the large shopping centre.*
*Damian huffs but does as he's told, covering his head with his hood for now and staying still for the ride until they get to the shopping centre. He makes a small face at the building but only huffs and gets off of the bike, looking towards Jason a bit curiously if anything.*
Do we have a list of things we need?
*He questions, brows furrowed a little. The sound might be bad inside, which vaguely worries him, but he's not weak. He can handle some loud noises.*
Of course, I'm not an animal.
*Jason rolls a bit before looking between Damian and the building. Hes never really likes shopping, hes never wanted much other than stability and all the price tags overwhelmed him. Its better now that he knows he can afford basically anything but he still finds himself wanting a good deal for quality. He really doesnt see the appeal but grabs his bag and enters the mall anyways.*
First we'll get you some clothes, hm?
*Damian makes a small face at that but nods, following after Jason as much as he can, trying to meet Jason's longer stride. He glances around a bit, sticking to Jason's side mostly.*
Why do I need more clothing?
*He questions, tilting his head a bit. Sure he doesn't have entire wardrobe with him, but he has enough that he only needs to wash his clothing once a week so far, and he doesn't change into anything to sleep so that makes for less clothing to wash. He had pajamas at the manor, but they weren't exactly things he was pleased to wear, he wasn't a fan of silk, it didn't feel comfortable if anything. He tended to avoid wearing them, which seemed to translate into what he decided to pack when he ran away.*
*Jason makes sure to slow his pace, not noticeable but taking smaller steps so he seems to be walking as fast but doesnt reach the same distance as he normally would. He tilts his head to Damian at the question, smiling a bit*
Well, proper pants are probably needed.. also shoes otherwise its up to you if you wanna get anything else.
*He knows Damian is someone who tries to live on the bare minimum, not taking too much space or too much at all. Jason was too but that was more circumstance.
They need to get at least that, maybe some headphones or earmuffs somewhere?*
I see...I thought these were proper. The shoes are still functional, Father did not give me any other pairs so I thought that was all you needed?
*Damian says, he winces a bit at some noises around them but hides the action by going to adjust his hood a little and walk a little closer to Jason, almost as if he wants to hold onto Jason's hand but he doesn't. He looks almost suspiciously at their surroundings, like something in the mall could attack him.*
*Jason brings a wing around Damian, not blocking his sight but around his back sort of like a side hug as they walk. The noises from all the people hear are probably overwhelming him but the store should be better.
Birds are the most common and majority of people are some species of them with bats being something extremely rare with only the Waynes really being known for them.*
Yeah but those are school clothes, you wouldnt wear your pyjamas outside, now would you? Similar with your uniform.
*He explains, leading Damian over to the clothes shop. Jason makes sure to explain everything to Damian or at least as much as and in a way he can tell the kid. He deserves to be treated like a person.*
Right...but my pants are not for school. They are for other things. The shoes I suppose I understand...can I...get sneakers? Like the ones Jonathan has?
*He says with a slight tilt to his head, he almost seems nervous at the idea, putting his hands in his hoodie pocket and looking up at Jason with a slight purse to his lips.
Jonathan definitely seems to dress differently, and he has pointed this out before, but Damian had thought it was because Jonathan was allowed to have more colorful and comfortable items whereas Damian is not. He was able to accept that, but he still...wishes somewhat that maybe Jason will allow at least the want for sneakers.
They aren't exactly comfortable but they've always looked cool...and Damian enjoys the laced look on his costume, it's why he chose them over the boots most of the others wear with their costumes. He was given freedom to design what he wanted by Grayson, so he...indulged.*
*Jason smiles fondly at that, humming.*
Yeah, you'll have to pick your clothes out, I've been told I have no fashion taste anyways. Go look
*He sighs dramatically at the last part, leading Damian into the store. He phrases it as once again Jasons fault and Damian helping him out by choosing for himself so the kid wont feel too much pressure to buy what Jason deems ok even though he doesnt mind as long as the kid is comfortable and happy.
Its hopefully less loud in here at least and he greets the man at the counter. They seem to be some breed of pigeon but Jason doesnt mind, folding up his wings and tell him that he and his brother are just going to look around before walking back over to Damian. He can tell the man is suspicious of Jason due to him being a vulture but ignores it, bringing a wing around Damians back to protect him from the man eyeing Jason's gaze.*
*Damian snickers a little at that, following Jason inside the store and glaring a bit at the man at the counter, huffing and grabbing Jason's hand to drag him inside and away from him. He's not sure what he's looking for or what he's allowed to get, but he looks around a little idly in the boy's section, frowning a little and staying close to Jason if anything.
He decides the shoes would be easier and tugs on Jason's sleeve a little to bring him to the shoes section. He looks around at the different sneakers and things for a bit, not speaking but seeming to be in deep thought and contemplation about the options if anything. He ends up finding some green sneakers that look nice, and looks up at Jason.*
I don't know my size.
*He says a little quietly, looking anxious...or well, he looks angry, but Jason can tell the underlying emotion there, considering the boy tends to look angry.*
*Jason is surprised when Damian grabs his hand and basically drags him along, laughing a bit and using his other hand to hide his face before composing himself and following. Hes not really interested and just wants Damian to buy whatever.
He nods when his sleeve is pulled, continuing to follow Damian into the shoes section and letting him hold on to Jason if he wishes. He hums when Damian speaks, glancing at the shoes but honestly not caring much.*
Well, are the shoes you have on right now comfortable? We can go up or down a size if not.
*Damian frowns, looking down at his feet with an almost determined look.*
I suppose they're a little small now.
*He mumbles. The shoes were the ones he had gotten when he first stopped homeschooling about a year ago, replacing his older dress shoes that he thinks were donated or thrown out. He's fairly certain Pennyworth had measured his feet beforehand.*
I don't know the size of these. Pennyworth bought them somewhere without my knowledge before I started attending school. Some sort of custom made thing I believe.
*That seems to be a strange steady theme with Damian's things, they are high quality and expensive, but theres always some lack to them. High quality and expensive button up shirts and pants, yet nothing comfortable. Shoes that are expensive and custom made yet they're the only shoes he has, and he hasn't gotten new ones in a while.*
Ah.. That makes sense. Well, then we'll have to do it the trial and error way.
*He hums, looking at the different shoes and trying to calculate which ones would best fit Damians feet and claws. After some consideration he picks out some, they have a good enough amount of claw space and should be around his size though he doubts it will work the first try.*
Wear these, walk around in them a bit and see. Make sure to tell me if they are too big or small or if you need more claw space.
*Jason says, handing the shoes to Damian and waiting for him to try them on. The employee from before is still there and eyeing him, probably thinking he might grab the shoes and fly off but he ignores it, focusing on Damian.*
*Damian nods, moving to put the shoes on and huffs when he notices the eyes on them, he glares again at the employee, tugging on his hood a little before moving to walk around and move with the shoes on.
His claws feel more comfortable in these ones compared to the scuffed up dress shoes, and he fiddles with the laces a little, they seem to be a bit too short which is annoying, considering he likes the shoes.*
These feel okay...
*He says softly, twisting his lips a little as he seems to think.*
Do they have different shoe laces?
*Jason watches as Damian puts on the shoes, noticing Damian glaring at the employee and looking back at them, giving a small smile before pressing his lips together and just continuing to watch as Damian walks around in him. He doesnt really want to scare them or anything especially since they'll have to check out and pay and he doesnt exactly want to get kicked out like he sometimes does.*
We can always take the laces out and buy new ones or use your old ones if you'd like?
*He hums, tilting his head and looking at the shoes. Jason would ask but he doesnt think that will really help the intimidation part.*
Hm...I'd like ones that are white to match the shoe better.
*Damian mumbles, looking shy or nervous at the admission, he fiddles with his hoodie strings a bit, looking down at the shoes a bit. He doesn't want to bother Jason or make him buy more than he needs to. He huffs.*
I can just deal with the old ones if needed.
*He says, going to take the shoes off and change back into his other shoes again.*
*Jason hums, agreeing before looking over to the employee and sighing. Hopefully having a kid with him will make this interaction more civil*
We're already here anyways let me just see.. you look for some pants?
*He crouches down to pick up the discarded shoes, tilting his head to the pants section for Damian to go to while he handles this. He just needs to go up to the counter and ask for different coloured shoelaces and hopefully that wont be a big deal.*
*Damian frowns a little, watching Jason leave and looking around anxiously. He didn't want him to leave him alone, but he doesn't protest and walks to the pants section, pulling a little on his hoodie strings and looking at the different pants in the clothing isle.
He chews on his lip a bit, not really considering any of the options in front of him and mostly just staring forward until Jason comes back, every so often scanning his surroundings. He can hear everyone else in the store and also the mumble of conversation that he recognizes as Jason and someone else, as well as a few others in the store, and the activity outside of the store, as well as music playing over an intercom, and it just...feels like a lot. Too much, really. He tugs on his hood as if it could muffle the noise somehow.*
*Jason walks over to the guy, trying to look a bit friendly or really anything that'll make him not look at him with that mix of fear, disgust and like hes somehow an inferior wild animal but ignores it anyways to just do this quickly.
Thankfully, despite their customer service not being the friendliest he quickly gets the new, white and longer laces and puts them on the shoes before letting Jason pay (while eyeing his money like he robbed a bank which to be fair he got it from other illegal means). The speed was probably just because they wanted Jason out as soon as possible but unluckily for them Jason walks over to Damian, noting him just,, staring at the selection.*
Habibi.. do you like anything?
*Damian looks over to him and sighs a bit, moving to hide behind him a little and stare at the clothing with a vengeance. He shrugs a bit and keep his shoulders up a bit near his ears, glancing around a little and grabbing onto Jason's jacket a bit, his hold light as he does.*
I don't know.
*He mumbles it, soft enough you could almost miss it with the other noises, though Damian feels like he's almost yelling, anxiously messing with his hood a bit more.*
*Jason is surprised by the movement but brings a wing around Damian’s back, resting a clawed hand gently on his shoulder*
That’s OK.. how about we start with sweatpants, just something for when you’re at home? Nice and comfy.
*He says slowly and softly, crouching down so he’s at around eye level with Damian. He doesn’t want to overwhelm him with choices and honestly he thought being out of the league would help Damian with that but he thinks the manor and just everything made it worse.*
Okay...that sounds good.
*Damian mumbles, not looking at Jason and instead staring at his feet a little. He's only worn sweatpants once and it was because he had to borrow some of Jonathan's pajamas while spending the night because he had embarrassingly forgotten pajamas. They were...comfortable though, he liked them better than the silk pajamas.*
Father never...is it okay?
*He asks, feeling anxious and looking around as if Father could randomly appear and reprimand him for even thinking about doing something like this. Father had never explicitly said he wasn't allowed to have clothes like this, but he also never bought them for him...even though Drake and Thomas seemed to have them. He was certain it was a rule specific to him and was the type he should know already and that one isn't supposed to question.*
*Jason presses his lips together at that comment looking away for a moment seeming mad before his face quickly corrects himself.*
Well, I’m not B. You don’t have to follow their rules while you’re with me, ok?
*He says softly, pressing their foreheads together for a second to show he’s not mad, not at Damian anyways. Of course Bruce would do something like that. He doesn’t think he would make it an outright rule though then again maybe Bruce has been getting worse not better. He made Damian promise to tell Jason if Bruce laid a hand on him and he hoped Damian has kept that because if not..*
*Damian looks up at Jason a bit curiously before seeming to relax a little and resting his head against Jason's back, a little below and to the side of his wings, still holding onto the fabric of his jacket.*
Alright...thank you, Akhi.
*He says quietly, moving to pull the sleeves of his hoodie over his hands a bit and looking over at the different pants selections now that he's not too panicked or anything. They look fine. most seem to be jeans which Damian has always despised. The texture of denim seems torturous. He's not sure what they are looking for so he doesn't move much, only peaking out from behind Jason.*
*Jason smiles softly down at Damian, putting a clawed hand softly on his shoulder and bringing his wing around Damians back*
No problem, Habibi. You want to go to a different section?
*He hums, noticing Damian doesnt seem interested in anything. He recalls the kid complaining about the texture of jeans one time so none of this will probably be something he'd feel comfortable in. They can go to a different store or just keep looking here. The former might be better considering the fact he can still feel eyes on him occasionally.*
I...would like something less...denim, yes
*He jokes quietly, rolling his eyes but staying close to Jason still. He looks around some more but most of the clothes they can see from this area seem to be boys shorts, jeans or khakis. Which is...not what Damian wants in the slightest really.*
I don't think they have any sweatpants...or- lounge wear I suppose.
*He mumbles, seeming a little more comfortable now that he's holding onto Jason but still slightly like he'd rather just run away and hide.*
*Jason snorts, bringing his hand up to rake through Damians hair a bit. It seems like Damian is basically hiding behind Jason to protect himself from the clothes which is cute but a bit sad.*
How about we go somewhere else? I already paid for the shoes.
*He hums, picking up the bag for the shoes in question which he left on the seat and looking back down at Damian, tilting his head in question*
Okay...I don't care.
*He rolls his eyes a little and looks down with a small huff. He holds onto Jason a bit tighter when he moves, like he might let go of him and leave him there. He doesn't look him in the eyes though, glaring a little at his feet and grits his teeth.*
He just wants to get the stuff and go already. He doesn't know why he thought this would be nice, or that leaving the house would be a good idea, now he just feels overwhelmed and doesn't want to do any of this.*
*Jason sees his discomfort, sighing a bit before picking Damian up and ruffling his hair, making a small coo and nuzzling his face before taking the bag and leaving the store, making sure to keep a wing between Damian and the shop owner. Maybe a break would be good.*
Is it loud?
*He whispers softly, hanging the bag on his arm so he can brush the hair out of Damians face and put his hands over his ears while cupping it. Earmuffs might make the rest of the trip more bearable*
*Damian at first tenses at the movement but he leans into it, hiding his face in Jason's shoulder a little as he does. He chirps back but it's a little weak and is able to show his discomfort more. He's not good at controlling the tone of the noises considering he's mainly been taught never to make them.
He's thankful when Jason puts his hands over his ears, making a soft whimpering sound almost as he does and not looking at him. He nods in response however, squeezing onto Jason a bit more.*
*Jason frowns, heart aching a bit at the baby bird's discomfort, continuing to cover his ears and making his way over to a nearby store for accessories, he greets the owner who looks more confused than anything before walking over to the changing room, entering one of them and placing Damian down on the stoll, still hugging him close.
Its much quieter here so hopefully it gives Damian a chance to calm down a bit. Instead of talking Jason lets out a small coo after a while to see if Damian will respond.*
*Damian hugs Jason only opening his eyes at the change of setting and the sound of Jason speaking to someone. He looks around the changing room a bit but stays in Jasons wings. He takes a few breathes and tries to not lose it. He's usually better with the noise but it's been worse lately, and he doesn't know why. He still feels like he's somehow becoming weaker and he doesn't know why.
After a second or two he squeaks a bit, clicking as his wings twitch a little. He sighs a little and leans on Jason.*
Sorry.
*He whispers.*
*Jason just holds him close and in his wings, clicking back softly when Damian does and brushing his hair back, working his way through it before turning to preen a few feathers that were ready to come out.*
Its fine.
*He coos softly, nuzzling Damians face. Hopefully he feels more calm now that its quiet. Jason definitely needs to get those earmuffs for him. At home its quiet so being overwhelmed by all the noise outside probably caused this.*
*Damian's breathing seems to calm but he stays in Jason's hold, not making any sign of moving really. It's nicer in here and he doesn't have to deal with all the noise...he's ruined the shopping trip, he probably shouldn't have come along in the first place if anything. He doesn't voice this, just sighing a little and hiding his face a bit.
The hold and touch are comforting and the noise is somewhat muffled in here, but it's still not great and he moves to cover his ears after a few moments, his hood down now that Jason is messing with his hair and all. He doesn't move to stop him or anything though, leaning into it almost.*
*Jason eventually moves to sit down instead with Damian in his lap, still stable in his hold and wings. He just continues to preen Damians wings or at least as much as they need since they didnt in the morning, letting out a few small coos as he does so. He brings one hand over Damians when he covers his ears, making sure not to make any noises himself and instead nuzzling him every now and again.*
*Eventually Damian takes his hands away slowly, looking up at Jason with a face that looks...like he's contemplating if anything. He frowns a bit., still seeming uncomfortable but not as intensely as before.*
I didn't...mean to disrupt the shopping trip.
*He looks away, speaking softly and looking almost anxious, shifting his legs so they're up by his chest, his wings moving a little to cover himself.*
We can keep going.
*He mumbles it, face hidden a little. He's still against Jason however and makes no effort to move away.*
*Jason cups his face, pressing their foreheads together before letting Damian have some space, a small smile on his face as he looks at him. He makes sure his wings are around Damian at the very least, looking at the little bird.*
Ok.. How about we get you earmuffs or some noise cancelling headphones, hm?
*He says softly, miming them for emphasis. It will make this trip all the more bearable and just in general whenever Damian feels overwhelmed.*
*He makes a small face, but looks at Jason and sighs.*
Okay...if that's alright with you.
*Damian mumbles. He seems to be more compliant when he's uncomfortable, given that it's easier than making things worse by angering whoever he's with. He knows he can be annoying and bratty, it's best if he just shuts up sometimes.
Damian hides his face again. Headphones or something would be nice to get the noise to stop being so much...but he doesn't want to be some kind of bother or nuisance. He honestly just wishes he never came here.*
*He sighs a bit but is still smiling, ruffling Damians hair a bit*
Of course. You wanna wait a bit longer in here or.. I could bring the headphones to you?
*Jason offers, thinking of a way that would be the best and most comfortable for Damian. He knows he might start shutting down and being compliant which he can already see the signs of and gives him options to hopefully coax him out of that without overwhelming Damian too much.*
*Damian frowns, not knowing what to say. He'd probably be more of a nuisance if he makes Jason drag him along with him, and it'll take longer if he does. But staying in here feels pathetic and cowardly almost, and part of him worries if that's just how he is now...and regardless of all of that being away from Jason almost feels like being stabbed for some reason and he worries he might freak out.
Damian decides staying will be better and less bothersome, even if it might make him anxious. He's not particularly happy with either choice but he has to say something, and he seems to be just staring down for a while, not answering but looking like he's thinking over the choices with a fervor.*
I...I can stay here.
*He can't even find the nerve in him to make some joke about ordering Jason around like a monarch, like he usually does to get rid of the ill feeling that comes with the worry of being denied. He just hides his face a bit and pulls his hood over his head once again. He feels weak.*
*Jason waits patiently for Damian to think it through, still holding his arms and keeping Damian in his wings. He doesnt want to leave him but he doesnt want Damian to be too overwhelmed either but its Damians choice and he chooses to stay. Jason can respect that at least.*
Ok. Make sure to keep the door closed but not locked, I dont wanna break it.
*He smiles a bit, still speaking softly and trying to lighten the mood a smidge. Jason stands up, picking up the preened feathers and putting them in Damians lap.*
Take care of these for me, kay?
*Damian eyes him a bit, lamenting at the loss of the touch but nods, staying curled up and moving a bit to the corner of the changing room. He pauses and huffs a soft laugh at the feathers.*
Sure...
*He mumbles, furrowing his brow at Jason a little but taking the feathers in hand as Jason leaves. He huffs, staying hunched in on himself as he waits, staring down at the feathers he's holding. He doesn't like being alone, and not in a place like this really, and eventually he finds himself curling up more and covering his ears with his hands again to muffle the noise in the store and the music playing over the intercoms.
He just wants to go home and not have to deal with any of this stuff anymore, but Jason needs to get the food and everything so he's not going to complain or say anything, it would be stupid of him.*
*Jason gives Damian a small smile before leaving the room, quickly finding some earmuffs and noise cancelling headphones for him to try. The employee there thankfully doesnt seem to mind him all that much though she does eye his wings a bit but he ignores it.
Coming back in he has the earmuffs and headphones in his hands, handing them over to Damian before pressing their foreheads together and putting his wings back around him again.*
Try these? Its OK if they arent the best, I can get something else.
*He reassures, brushing some of Damians hair back and looking at his ears. They are mostly normal but some bat features do come through with them looking more pointed and the skin texture being different among other things.*
*Damian sits up quickly at the sound of footsteps and the door being opened, he looks a little alarmed before relaxing at the sight of Jason. He accepts the touch immediately, leaning into him and squeaking a little before looking over curiously at the headphones and earmuffs. He frowns a bit but takes off his hood and moves to put the earmuffs over his ears but the fabric is a bit of a weird texture and it makes the sensitive skin on his ears feel weird. They block out a good amount of sound but it feels akin to if he was just putting his hands over his ears.
He takes them off pretty quickly and takes the headphones instead, placing them on. They feel better, giving enough room for his ears to stay in and the head wings to not get in the way. The noise cancelling is better and actually feels like it's doing something besides just muffling the noise via pressure. He seems pretty okay with them but doesn't say anything, instead just not taking them off and handing the earmuffs back to Jason.*
*Jason pulls back a bit so Damian can try on both of the accessories, paying close attention to his body language and actions. If Damian doesnt feel like or doesnt want to talk thats ok, Jason can understand him just fine like this.
He seems to not like the earmuffs, preferring the headphones and keeping them on his head which is a big yes in words. Jason happily takes the earmuffs, gesturing to the door to say hes putting them back. When he returns in the room he sits down next to Damian again, bringing his wing back around him.*
*Damian frowns a bit when Jason leaves again but perks up when he's back, head wings flapping a bit as Jason goes to put his wing around him again. Damian moves over to hug Jason, not saying anything and just hiding his face in his side. He sighs a bit.
The headphones make it easier, he should be able to do the rest of the trip, even though part of him just wants to go back home. He looks over to the bag with his shoes in it and looks at Jason curiously. He points at it, asking silently if he could put them on, considering they'd already bought them. He likes the shoes, and he's happy he gets to have them even though he feels overwhelmed by everything.*
*Jason smiles at him, bringing an arm around his shoulders and hugging him back, just letting the two of them stay here while he cards through Damians hair gently with his claws. He perks up when Damian looks up at him and points to the bag, leaning over to grab it and handing it over to Damian, giving him some space but still keeping a wing around him while he tries it on.*
*Damian takes it and bows his head in thanks, not feeling like talking right now. Jason doesn't usually mind when he gets like that so he lets it be, moving to take out the sneakers. He puts them on, taking off the old scuffed school shoes and putting them in the box instead. He ties the new laces and kicks his feet a bit, looking down at them.
He's happy with them. He wants them to be able to get the shopping trip done with, really, so he packs his old shoes away in the box and places them in the bag. He uses his talons to cut the tags off of the shoes and stands. His head wings flap for a second, still getting used to the feeling of the headphones being over where they tend to fold against, but it's not uncomfortable, just different. Damian glances at Jason a bit, tugging at the sleeves of his hoodie so they go over his hands.*
*Jason smiles, watching as Damian tries on the shoes, happy seeing that he seems to like them before tilting his head in confusion when Damian gets up and puts them away. He takes a second but realises hes ready to leave, standing up as well and just putting the feathers in the bag.
Jason holds on to Damians shoulder, unlocking and opening the door and leaving the room, walking back over and putting the earmuffs back before talking to the lady at the counter, putting a hand on the headphones to tell Damian hes going to take them off before doing so and quickly letting the lady scan them and paying, putting them back on after a walking out the door.*
You want to get clothes or just groceries?
*Damian walks with him, looking around a little and frowning a bit but letting Jason take the headphones to scan, chirping a little unintentionally when he gets them back.
He moves to hold onto Jason's hand, looking around the place a bit. He looks up at him and shrugs, looking down. He doesn't really want to choose right now, if anything. He'd like some clothes but he's not sure, he just wants Jason to choose whats easier because he's not sure what the right answer is and he doesn't want to make anymore choices. He hides his face a bit in Jason's side.*
*Jason gladly holds Damian’s hand, smiling down at him a bit sadly when he doesn’t choose anything and instead just hides himself in Jason’s side. They can get clothes another time, it’ll probably overwhelm Damian since they’ll have to go to another store and try out a bunch of stuff with so many different choices.*
You still wanna eat out?
*He offers, still wanting to give Damian some choice. Jason doesn’t mind either way honestly so really it depends on if Damian wants to go home as soon as possible.*
*Damian pauses briefly before nodding yes insistently. He'd still like to get some food, that was really the only reason why he wanted to come along besides just being able to get out of the apartment for once. He seems to perk up a bit more at that.
He hasn't really gone to any restaurants in a long while, and the headphones are helping with the noise. He can do that, if anything.*
*Jasons smile widens a bit, nuzzling his hair before continuing to walk over to the grocery store, taking out a shopping cart and letting go of Damians hand to do so. After thinking for a bit he takes out his phone, opening the list of groceries and making sure to cut out any notes he'd rather no one sees before handing it to Damian.*
I need your help, Habibi. You tell me what we have to get, kay?
*He says firmly like its an order but mostly as a game, a soft smile on his face. Jason has memorised most of the list anyways but might as well make it fun and so he doesnt have to hold both the cart and his phone. If Damian wants he can also add whatever he'd like to the list and Jason might conveniently not notice.*
*Damian raises his eyebrow but takes the phone in his hands and looks the list over intently. It's mostly food items, some are things Damian's never really heard of, but he doesn't really know how to cook anything, so he supposes that's probably why. He looks to Jason.*
I don't know where anything is...are we simply going down the list?
*He says a little quietly, though enough for Jason to hear him. The headphones make it sound weird when he speaks, but it's better than just dealing with the noises of the store and everything else. He looks around the store a bit curiously, the lights are too bright and annoying to his eyes, but he's fairly used to the fluorescents of Gotham Academy so it's not that much of an issue, and it's not too bad when he looks down.*
Yep. You just have to say them.
*Jason hums, letting his voice reach its normal volume since Damian anyways has the headphones on. Its honestly a bit of an adjustment since hes used to speaking ever lower and softer than usual all the time since hes conscious of hurting Damians ears. He brings a hand to Damians shoulder, moving to enter the store and putting the hand back to steer the cart, gesturing for Damian to follow.*
*Damian hums in response, walking with Jason and glancing a bit more around. He's never really been in a grocery store before...which feels pretentious, but he never really had to, and the place is strange looking, people everywhere with their shopping carts going about, soft and muffled music, the dinging from the registers, the echoing all around. It's as if he's plugging his ears very firmly without any of the pain, it's nice.
He rattles off the different list items when Jason collects things, getting dramatically annoyed when he 'goes too slow.' with it, and how absurd he finds the sorting and formatting of the shop, definitely more talkative than before, he only asks for Jason to get some more fruit from fruit salads, considering he had enjoyed what he had eaten that morning, he only goes quiet again when they're at the register, simply staring down and away as they get their groceries and all. He speaks up again as they exit the store, rolling his eyes.*
One could argue that there are easier ways to do this sort of thing.
*He says, furrowing his brow a hint.*
*Jason pushes the cart and guides Damian as he goes to get all the ingredients on the list as he says them, smiling when the kid talks more and occasionally adding his own comments or snorting a bit.
The rows of shelves is a bit annoying because he has to make sure his wings are pinned and folded back to take as little space as possible. For any normal avian it would be fairly easy but since Jason is one of the rarer vulture species with some of the largest wings its not the best.
He manages without complaint though, getting all the groceries and paying, handing his cash to the teenage cashier who seems to done with being here to really care about anything but scanning the groceries.*
Well, some people just order all their groceries online and get them to their door.
*He chuckles a bit, continuing to push the trolley as they are still in the same building.*
That feels like there is room for mistake. Especially considering how ordering specific fruits and other items can become difficult when you do not have a visual example in front of you. I believe they would do well with an easier layout and less violent lighting among other things. The shelving is despicable.
*He follows while rolling his eyes and messing with the sleeves of his hoodie, he sticks close to Jason, but not as much as before, seeming more relaxed. Not fully, considering they're in public, but he seems less like he might be a step away from a panic attack.*
Where are we going now?
Well, we could go to Walmart? They don't sell food though.
*Jason laughs a bit. When Ra's literally bought him Walmart Jason of course brought Damian along as well as Ra's, Talia and all those shareholders who would come. It was probably a security risk but it was also a fun family outing he supposes. Closest thing he has to a family. Bruce and Ra's really should battle for being the worst head of the two of them, he would pay to watch that.*
You wanted to eat out so we'll do that.
*Damian scoffs with an eyeroll at the memory of them all going to a Walmart of all places, it was a strange and almost embarrassing effort done by Grandfather, but it was enjoyable for what it was.*
It's not your birthday yet, you will have to wait until we do any more Walmart excursions. Perhaps we can buy more of Walmart this year.
*Damian jokes, looking at Jason curiously at the last bit.*
I would like that yes...but if you do not wish to, we don't have to.
*He looks down at his feet at that with a small shrug that's a little sad and awkward compared to his demeanor prior.*
*Jason barks a laugh at that, bringing one of his hands over his face to hide it and his fangs before humming and putting his hand back on the cart.*
Of course. You'll have ta pick where we go, though. I cannot make this decision without you, my liege
*He says with a small smirk, tilting his head down to look at Damian. Before when he was braindead and also adjusting after the pit he really didnt have much free will, just trained to have instincts to fight and follow orders.
Some orders more... some orders not related to a mission. Damian of course doesnt know about that part but the only free will he had was protecting Damian. They said they dont even know why but in his braindead mind something connect Damian with someone to protect. He would go against any orders and act out of his own will or as much of it as he had just to protect and comfort the kid and everyone at the league just decided to leave it alone considering he would kill them without hesitation if they intervened, regardless of his orders.*
Right...well I don't know any restaurants, so I can't make any suggestions.
*Damian says with a small shrug. He's happy to be back with Jason, one of the only people who's ever really let him feel safe. He's known him the longest, and regardless of his bonds with some of the others, Jason has always been the strongest. Richard- Grayson, was different than the others, closer because he was all he had for a good while when Father was missing and presumed dead, even though he's betrayed him now.
But Jason was even more than that. He was safety, closeness and warmth. Whereas he and Grayson used to constantly be at each other's throats at the beginning, Jason was never that...Jason seemed to always understand. That wasn't a feeling Damian was used to having.*
Hm.. Well, we'll look around in the food court and we can check out anything that catches your eye.
*Jason hums, tilting his head and glancing up a bit in thought before looking back down at Damian and proposing the idea. He usually cooks for himself, eats whatever carcasses he can find or just doesnt eat so he doesnt know any places either other than those restaurants he mentioned earlier.*
*Damian hums a bit at that, moving a little closer to Jason but looking around a bit.*
I don't mind anything I suppose. I only do not want any meat...
*He mumbles the last bit, making a face and huffing. He's not sure if he likes malls really, he's only every been twice, now with Jason and once he had gone with Jonathan, Maya and Colin, considering Colin and Jonathan had been horrified at the fact Damian and Maya hadn't been before. They are noisy and strange, and Damian wasn't fond of the crowds.*
Of course, lets just look around, I'm not the best at picking
*Jason responds, pushing the cart along so they are at the food court, looking around and watching Damians reaction to see if hes interested in anything. He's honestly not even that hungry but if he doesnt eat Damian wont either.*
*Damian looks around at the different places in the court, most are fast food that look unappetizing or are wildly meat centered, but there's a few that seem nice...there seems to be a crêpe shop on one side, though that's mostly a desert food so Damian looks over it, a boba tea place, frozen yogurt, pizza place...there's an interesting looking pretzel stall that makes Damian pause. He's had a soft pretzel before while with Grayson once and he definitely liked it, compared to anything else he's gotten from different places.*
Could I get a pretzel...?
*He asks a little quietly, going to stand at Jason's side again and look up at him curiously, holding onto his sleeve.*
Yeah, sure.
*Jason smiles a bit, putting his cart to the side and taking out the two bags, one with the groceries and the other with Damians stuff. He holds on to Damians hand, making his way over to the pretzel stand and looking at the selections. Nothing really stands out to him considering its bread and there isnt anything spicy so he looks back at Damian.*
What do'ya want, Habibi?
*Damian smiles a little at the answer, taking Jason's hand without protest and walking with him towards the stand, looking over the menu and the food in the glass in front of them as they wait in the line. He points at baked soft pretzel.*
Can I get that?
*He asks quietly, looking up at Jason curiously. Its not exactly a whole meal but Damian doesn't mind and they ate breakfast late anyways, considering they didn't end up clothes shopping.*
Sure.
*He smiles, talking to the person running the stand and asking for only one of the baked soft pretzel. Jason isnt really hungry anyways so he just quickly pays, handing them the cash and a tip before taking the pretzel and handing it to Damian, moving out of the way so everyone behind them can go and leaning against the wall. He'll probably make a big lunch since they had breakfast only a few hours ago.*
*Damian takes it happily, but keeps his face still, looking more like the natural glare but with a small sparkle to his eye. He walks with Jason and sniffs the food before tasting it and making sure it tastes normal and there isn't anything in it, once he deems it okay he takes another bite. He doesn glance at Jason a bit.*
Are you going to get anything here..?
*He asks, furrowing his brow and looking him over almost suspiciously.*
*Jason hums, tilting his head a bit before thinking. He really doesnt want to but he knows Damian will just keep pressing it.*
I'll have something when we get dessert
*He decides, shrugging a bit and giving a reassuring smile, ruffling Damians hair a little bit. Getting Damian a treat wont be too bad and he can either share or get himself something small.*
*Damian perks up, tilting his head a little at the response and huffing when Jason ruffles his hair a bit and readjusting the headphones with an eyeroll.*
Dessert? This is hardly a meal.
*He holds up the pretzel a bit. It's good, salty and the bread is a nice flavor. Damian's always liked bread, even if it's not actually good for birds or anything and has basically no nutritional value, but as a small treat sometimes it's nice. He enjoys homemade bread the most, but the warm pretzels are good still for what they are. He's never had homemade pretzels so he doesn't have a frame of reference for that.*
Do you want a meal?
*Jason tilts his head at Damian, squinting a bit. He assumed he wouldnt want to eat anymore since Damian doesnt really ask to eat much in general but maybe hes wrong.
Jason doesnt have the best appetite himself, not by choice but because sometimes his body forgets its alive and he cant stomach anything or he doesnt get the signals to eat food especially when hes focusing on work. He usually just ends up loading up on food on good days.*
Not particularly...I'm only confused how dessert would be applicable here.
*Damian says with a small shrug as he stares down at his feet. Eating is annoying and he only does it because he needs to really, it gets rid of the discomfort and then he can move on with the day. He has his favorites sure, but it's not usually enjoyable without them and he doesn't get things he actually likes often, it tends to be more like a chore if anything.
He's been starved before for training purposes with a tutor, so he'd learn how to endure, so it's not exactly a new feeling. But if he can stop it, he will. He takes another bite of the pretzel however and looks back at Jason.*
*It had been a while since Damian had broken into Jason's apartment and Jason came back from the mission and found him. After convincing him to stay with Jason he had mostly been getting the groceries to restock all his food after his mission and also to make as much food from home to stuff the kid with since he hasnt even eaten much since he broke in and while Alfred is a good food he still doesnt know how to make the kind from the League.
Jason also bought some food for Alfred the Cat and some food bowls, all approved by Damian but he could tell the kid was missing the rest of his pets.
He checked in with the bats after he came back to see how things were since Damian was missing and safe to say it was.. bad. He spied on Bruce and Dick arguing which without Damian around to keep Dick civil with Bruce (which apparently didnt matter when Jason was a kid) the fight was bad and clearly not their first one.
Bruce is obviously livid and even called Talia to see if she knew were the kid was, thinking he ran off to the league. Dick is angry at Bruce and concerned out of his mind about how the kid is. He even managed to get Tim wrapped in who may have not been as close with the kid as Dick but was clearly concerned as well, helping him try find him and making theories. It was bad.
He's more concerned about what to do with school and while he would happily keep Damian with him the kid has friends and a life with news articles already covering where the youngest Wayne son is. Alfred has clearly given some kind of excuse for school at least to explain his absence.
Currently, however. Jason thankfully doesnt have to think about that because hes just asleep in bed, curled up with his wings covering him. He would honestly prefer to sleep on the floor but Damian is sleeping in his nest right now. He offered the spare room Jason has but he knows he keeps sneaking into the nest during the night.*
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*Damian is...doing fine he supposes. Things have been less stressful living with Jason, but part of him has begun to...miss everyone, has begun to feel like he's just taking up room and making things harder for Jason.
He doesn't have much with him besides his drawing stuff and Alfred the cat, and some clothes. Though besides Jason's hoodie most of it is uncomfortable dress shirts and pants and his school uniform, considering Father never bought him anything besides stuff he needed to wear to go out of the house.
He sleeps in Jason's extra room some nights but then he gets...nightmares, or just- becomes scared of being alone for whatever pathetic reason it is, so he sneaks into Jason's nest, hiding in his wings. Jason never mentions it or has told him to refrain from the unruly behavior so he...hasn't stopped.
He's even begun doing it on instinct instead of when he feels like he needs it, getting up in the middle of the night to lay next to Jason. He knows Jason wakes up when he does it, but he never tells him to leave. So Damian just curls up beside him.
Tonight is one of those nights, he's brought Alfred with him as well, placing the kitten in the nest and curling up next to Jason, using his wings almost like a blanket as he drifts off again...
There are flashes of pain behind his eyes, of men screaming and yelling, of blood splattering against the ground, laughs of adults as they drink and eat like there isn't a rotting corpse laid on the floor beside Damian. He grips his sword and fights back but he's done something wrong again- and Mother is abandoning him and Father is yelling, and saying he's horrible and selfish and he will never be good, never know empathy. Damian searches for hours for a pearl, one from his grandmother's necklace, for Father. Only to be called incapable of ever caring for another beside himself.
There's pain spreading on his back and against his wings and he bites his lip so he doesn't scream as he's whipped and punished. He's not sure for what reason, but all he knows is he's wrong and he deserves it- and then he's learning from a new tutor, a woman, Jason isn't around, other duties, probably ones of a general. The woman takes Damian to a river, far away from home.
He messes things up, some small mistake. He's seven years old.
She tries to drown him under the water and he kicks and screams, his head is beneath water and she's holding her hands over his throat and he shouts before picking up some large stone from the water and hitting her in the face, continuously slamming it into her head as he chokes on the lasting water in his lungs- he screams and-
His eyes fly open with a choked shout, wings going to hide him closely as he backs away, grabbing at his arms and breathing harshly, because there's water in his lungs and he can't breathe and Jason isn't here to help him, and he shrinks back against the wall, grabbing at himself as he wheezes almost.*
Alright...
*Damian mumbles, before going to pick up Alfred again, his shoes tied now. He picks up the cat and puts him on the windowsill of the apartment to look out the window. It's a day where it isn't raining in Gotham, but of course it's sad and dreary out still, clouded and gray. Though there are some activities that pass by their window that Alfred seems to be interested in, air and foot traffic mostly, and Damian enjoys watching the people in the city do as they please.
He stays there, simply observing as Alfred places his paws against the glass every now and again and meowing. Damian perks up and looks over when Jason comes back finally, glancing at Alfred for a moment before huffing and taking the cat and basically tossing the animal onto the couch, who seems entirely unbothered by this.*
Let us go then?
*Jason ties his laces before watching Damian, noting the paw prints on the window which he finds cute before watching as Damian practically chucks the cat onto the couch. He guesses cats do really land on their feet. He laughs at the situation, bringing a clawed hand over his face before quickly composing himself when Damian speaks*
Lets..
*He says with a small chuckle, opening the door and relocking everything behind the two of them before walking down the steps, finding his motorcycle in the alley he hid it in and taking it out.
After some consideration he decides to just pick Damian up and plop him on the bike despite knowing very well he could get on himself, ruffling the kids hair before following after and putting on his helmet. Its made to fit his face wings obviously similar to the Red Hood helmet so its not too uncomfortable*
Ready, Dami?
*Damian follows him, looking around a little but staying close by Jason for the most part. He yelps a little when Jason picks him up and puts him down on the bike but doesn't protest, instead simply allowing it and putting his head up after Jason ruffles his hair, rolling his eyes.*
Ready...
*He mumbles, letting Jason start the bike and go where they're intending to go.*
*Jason snorts at the reaction, bringing Damians hands around him so the kid doesnt fall*
Tuck your wings and lets go then
*He grins in the helmet though the tilt of his head and tone of his voice give it away without even seeing his face. After hes sure Damian is secure he starts the motorcycle and speeds off, making sure not to be as fast as he usually would since Damian and the extra weight is there but taking some safe short cuts till they arrive at the large shopping centre.*
*Damian huffs but does as he's told, covering his head with his hood for now and staying still for the ride until they get to the shopping centre. He makes a small face at the building but only huffs and gets off of the bike, looking towards Jason a bit curiously if anything.*
Do we have a list of things we need?
*He questions, brows furrowed a little. The sound might be bad inside, which vaguely worries him, but he's not weak. He can handle some loud noises.*
Of course, I'm not an animal.
*Jason rolls a bit before looking between Damian and the building. Hes never really likes shopping, hes never wanted much other than stability and all the price tags overwhelmed him. Its better now that he knows he can afford basically anything but he still finds himself wanting a good deal for quality. He really doesnt see the appeal but grabs his bag and enters the mall anyways.*
First we'll get you some clothes, hm?
*Damian makes a small face at that but nods, following after Jason as much as he can, trying to meet Jason's longer stride. He glances around a bit, sticking to Jason's side mostly.*
Why do I need more clothing?
*He questions, tilting his head a bit. Sure he doesn't have entire wardrobe with him, but he has enough that he only needs to wash his clothing once a week so far, and he doesn't change into anything to sleep so that makes for less clothing to wash. He had pajamas at the manor, but they weren't exactly things he was pleased to wear, he wasn't a fan of silk, it didn't feel comfortable if anything. He tended to avoid wearing them, which seemed to translate into what he decided to pack when he ran away.*
*Jason makes sure to slow his pace, not noticeable but taking smaller steps so he seems to be walking as fast but doesnt reach the same distance as he normally would. He tilts his head to Damian at the question, smiling a bit*
Well, proper pants are probably needed.. also shoes otherwise its up to you if you wanna get anything else.
*He knows Damian is someone who tries to live on the bare minimum, not taking too much space or too much at all. Jason was too but that was more circumstance.
They need to get at least that, maybe some headphones or earmuffs somewhere?*
I see...I thought these were proper. The shoes are still functional, Father did not give me any other pairs so I thought that was all you needed?
*Damian says, he winces a bit at some noises around them but hides the action by going to adjust his hood a little and walk a little closer to Jason, almost as if he wants to hold onto Jason's hand but he doesn't. He looks almost suspiciously at their surroundings, like something in the mall could attack him.*
*Jason brings a wing around Damian, not blocking his sight but around his back sort of like a side hug as they walk. The noises from all the people hear are probably overwhelming him but the store should be better.
Birds are the most common and majority of people are some species of them with bats being something extremely rare with only the Waynes really being known for them.*
Yeah but those are school clothes, you wouldnt wear your pyjamas outside, now would you? Similar with your uniform.
*He explains, leading Damian over to the clothes shop. Jason makes sure to explain everything to Damian or at least as much as and in a way he can tell the kid. He deserves to be treated like a person.*
Right...but my pants are not for school. They are for other things. The shoes I suppose I understand...can I...get sneakers? Like the ones Jonathan has?
*He says with a slight tilt to his head, he almost seems nervous at the idea, putting his hands in his hoodie pocket and looking up at Jason with a slight purse to his lips.
Jonathan definitely seems to dress differently, and he has pointed this out before, but Damian had thought it was because Jonathan was allowed to have more colorful and comfortable items whereas Damian is not. He was able to accept that, but he still...wishes somewhat that maybe Jason will allow at least the want for sneakers.
They aren't exactly comfortable but they've always looked cool...and Damian enjoys the laced look on his costume, it's why he chose them over the boots most of the others wear with their costumes. He was given freedom to design what he wanted by Grayson, so he...indulged.*
*Jason smiles fondly at that, humming.*
Yeah, you'll have to pick your clothes out, I've been told I have no fashion taste anyways. Go look
*He sighs dramatically at the last part, leading Damian into the store. He phrases it as once again Jasons fault and Damian helping him out by choosing for himself so the kid wont feel too much pressure to buy what Jason deems ok even though he doesnt mind as long as the kid is comfortable and happy.
Its hopefully less loud in here at least and he greets the man at the counter. They seem to be some breed of pigeon but Jason doesnt mind, folding up his wings and tell him that he and his brother are just going to look around before walking back over to Damian. He can tell the man is suspicious of Jason due to him being a vulture but ignores it, bringing a wing around Damians back to protect him from the man eyeing Jason's gaze.*
*Damian snickers a little at that, following Jason inside the store and glaring a bit at the man at the counter, huffing and grabbing Jason's hand to drag him inside and away from him. He's not sure what he's looking for or what he's allowed to get, but he looks around a little idly in the boy's section, frowning a little and staying close to Jason if anything.
He decides the shoes would be easier and tugs on Jason's sleeve a little to bring him to the shoes section. He looks around at the different sneakers and things for a bit, not speaking but seeming to be in deep thought and contemplation about the options if anything. He ends up finding some green sneakers that look nice, and looks up at Jason.*
I don't know my size.
*He says a little quietly, looking anxious...or well, he looks angry, but Jason can tell the underlying emotion there, considering the boy tends to look angry.*
*Jason is surprised when Damian grabs his hand and basically drags him along, laughing a bit and using his other hand to hide his face before composing himself and following. Hes not really interested and just wants Damian to buy whatever.
He nods when his sleeve is pulled, continuing to follow Damian into the shoes section and letting him hold on to Jason if he wishes. He hums when Damian speaks, glancing at the shoes but honestly not caring much.*
Well, are the shoes you have on right now comfortable? We can go up or down a size if not.
*Damian frowns, looking down at his feet with an almost determined look.*
I suppose they're a little small now.
*He mumbles. The shoes were the ones he had gotten when he first stopped homeschooling about a year ago, replacing his older dress shoes that he thinks were donated or thrown out. He's fairly certain Pennyworth had measured his feet beforehand.*
I don't know the size of these. Pennyworth bought them somewhere without my knowledge before I started attending school. Some sort of custom made thing I believe.
*That seems to be a strange steady theme with Damian's things, they are high quality and expensive, but theres always some lack to them. High quality and expensive button up shirts and pants, yet nothing comfortable. Shoes that are expensive and custom made yet they're the only shoes he has, and he hasn't gotten new ones in a while.*
Ah.. That makes sense. Well, then we'll have to do it the trial and error way.
*He hums, looking at the different shoes and trying to calculate which ones would best fit Damians feet and claws. After some consideration he picks out some, they have a good enough amount of claw space and should be around his size though he doubts it will work the first try.*
Wear these, walk around in them a bit and see. Make sure to tell me if they are too big or small or if you need more claw space.
*Jason says, handing the shoes to Damian and waiting for him to try them on. The employee from before is still there and eyeing him, probably thinking he might grab the shoes and fly off but he ignores it, focusing on Damian.*
*Damian nods, moving to put the shoes on and huffs when he notices the eyes on them, he glares again at the employee, tugging on his hood a little before moving to walk around and move with the shoes on.
His claws feel more comfortable in these ones compared to the scuffed up dress shoes, and he fiddles with the laces a little, they seem to be a bit too short which is annoying, considering he likes the shoes.*
These feel okay...
*He says softly, twisting his lips a little as he seems to think.*
Do they have different shoe laces?
*Jason watches as Damian puts on the shoes, noticing Damian glaring at the employee and looking back at them, giving a small smile before pressing his lips together and just continuing to watch as Damian walks around in him. He doesnt really want to scare them or anything especially since they'll have to check out and pay and he doesnt exactly want to get kicked out like he sometimes does.*
We can always take the laces out and buy new ones or use your old ones if you'd like?
*He hums, tilting his head and looking at the shoes. Jason would ask but he doesnt think that will really help the intimidation part.*
Hm...I'd like ones that are white to match the shoe better.
*Damian mumbles, looking shy or nervous at the admission, he fiddles with his hoodie strings a bit, looking down at the shoes a bit. He doesn't want to bother Jason or make him buy more than he needs to. He huffs.*
I can just deal with the old ones if needed.
*He says, going to take the shoes off and change back into his other shoes again.*
*Jason hums, agreeing before looking over to the employee and sighing. Hopefully having a kid with him will make this interaction more civil*
We're already here anyways let me just see.. you look for some pants?
*He crouches down to pick up the discarded shoes, tilting his head to the pants section for Damian to go to while he handles this. He just needs to go up to the counter and ask for different coloured shoelaces and hopefully that wont be a big deal.*
*Damian frowns a little, watching Jason leave and looking around anxiously. He didn't want him to leave him alone, but he doesn't protest and walks to the pants section, pulling a little on his hoodie strings and looking at the different pants in the clothing isle.
He chews on his lip a bit, not really considering any of the options in front of him and mostly just staring forward until Jason comes back, every so often scanning his surroundings. He can hear everyone else in the store and also the mumble of conversation that he recognizes as Jason and someone else, as well as a few others in the store, and the activity outside of the store, as well as music playing over an intercom, and it just...feels like a lot. Too much, really. He tugs on his hood as if it could muffle the noise somehow.*
*Jason walks over to the guy, trying to look a bit friendly or really anything that'll make him not look at him with that mix of fear, disgust and like hes somehow an inferior wild animal but ignores it anyways to just do this quickly.
Thankfully, despite their customer service not being the friendliest he quickly gets the new, white and longer laces and puts them on the shoes before letting Jason pay (while eyeing his money like he robbed a bank which to be fair he got it from other illegal means). The speed was probably just because they wanted Jason out as soon as possible but unluckily for them Jason walks over to Damian, noting him just,, staring at the selection.*
Habibi.. do you like anything?
*Damian looks over to him and sighs a bit, moving to hide behind him a little and stare at the clothing with a vengeance. He shrugs a bit and keep his shoulders up a bit near his ears, glancing around a little and grabbing onto Jason's jacket a bit, his hold light as he does.*
I don't know.
*He mumbles it, soft enough you could almost miss it with the other noises, though Damian feels like he's almost yelling, anxiously messing with his hood a bit more.*
*Jason is surprised by the movement but brings a wing around Damian’s back, resting a clawed hand gently on his shoulder*
That’s OK.. how about we start with sweatpants, just something for when you’re at home? Nice and comfy.
*He says slowly and softly, crouching down so he’s at around eye level with Damian. He doesn’t want to overwhelm him with choices and honestly he thought being out of the league would help Damian with that but he thinks the manor and just everything made it worse.*
Okay...that sounds good.
*Damian mumbles, not looking at Jason and instead staring at his feet a little. He's only worn sweatpants once and it was because he had to borrow some of Jonathan's pajamas while spending the night because he had embarrassingly forgotten pajamas. They were...comfortable though, he liked them better than the silk pajamas.*
Father never...is it okay?
*He asks, feeling anxious and looking around as if Father could randomly appear and reprimand him for even thinking about doing something like this. Father had never explicitly said he wasn't allowed to have clothes like this, but he also never bought them for him...even though Drake and Thomas seemed to have them. He was certain it was a rule specific to him and was the type he should know already and that one isn't supposed to question.*
*Jason presses his lips together at that comment looking away for a moment seeming mad before his face quickly corrects himself.*
Well, I’m not B. You don’t have to follow their rules while you’re with me, ok?
*He says softly, pressing their foreheads together for a second to show he’s not mad, not at Damian anyways. Of course Bruce would do something like that. He doesn’t think he would make it an outright rule though then again maybe Bruce has been getting worse not better. He made Damian promise to tell Jason if Bruce laid a hand on him and he hoped Damian has kept that because if not..*
*Damian looks up at Jason a bit curiously before seeming to relax a little and resting his head against Jason's back, a little below and to the side of his wings, still holding onto the fabric of his jacket.*
Alright...thank you, Akhi.
*He says quietly, moving to pull the sleeves of his hoodie over his hands a bit and looking over at the different pants selections now that he's not too panicked or anything. They look fine. most seem to be jeans which Damian has always despised. The texture of denim seems torturous. He's not sure what they are looking for so he doesn't move much, only peaking out from behind Jason.*
*Jason smiles softly down at Damian, putting a clawed hand softly on his shoulder and bringing his wing around Damians back*
No problem, Habibi. You want to go to a different section?
*He hums, noticing Damian doesnt seem interested in anything. He recalls the kid complaining about the texture of jeans one time so none of this will probably be something he'd feel comfortable in. They can go to a different store or just keep looking here. The former might be better considering the fact he can still feel eyes on him occasionally.*
I...would like something less...denim, yes
*He jokes quietly, rolling his eyes but staying close to Jason still. He looks around some more but most of the clothes they can see from this area seem to be boys shorts, jeans or khakis. Which is...not what Damian wants in the slightest really.*
I don't think they have any sweatpants...or- lounge wear I suppose.
*He mumbles, seeming a little more comfortable now that he's holding onto Jason but still slightly like he'd rather just run away and hide.*
*Jason snorts, bringing his hand up to rake through Damians hair a bit. It seems like Damian is basically hiding behind Jason to protect himself from the clothes which is cute but a bit sad.*
How about we go somewhere else? I already paid for the shoes.
*He hums, picking up the bag for the shoes in question which he left on the seat and looking back down at Damian, tilting his head in question*
Okay...I don't care.
*He rolls his eyes a little and looks down with a small huff. He holds onto Jason a bit tighter when he moves, like he might let go of him and leave him there. He doesn't look him in the eyes though, glaring a little at his feet and grits his teeth.*
He just wants to get the stuff and go already. He doesn't know why he thought this would be nice, or that leaving the house would be a good idea, now he just feels overwhelmed and doesn't want to do any of this.*
*Jason sees his discomfort, sighing a bit before picking Damian up and ruffling his hair, making a small coo and nuzzling his face before taking the bag and leaving the store, making sure to keep a wing between Damian and the shop owner. Maybe a break would be good.*
Is it loud?
*He whispers softly, hanging the bag on his arm so he can brush the hair out of Damians face and put his hands over his ears while cupping it. Earmuffs might make the rest of the trip more bearable*
*Damian at first tenses at the movement but he leans into it, hiding his face in Jason's shoulder a little as he does. He chirps back but it's a little weak and is able to show his discomfort more. He's not good at controlling the tone of the noises considering he's mainly been taught never to make them.
He's thankful when Jason puts his hands over his ears, making a soft whimpering sound almost as he does and not looking at him. He nods in response however, squeezing onto Jason a bit more.*
*Jason frowns, heart aching a bit at the baby bird's discomfort, continuing to cover his ears and making his way over to a nearby store for accessories, he greets the owner who looks more confused than anything before walking over to the changing room, entering one of them and placing Damian down on the stoll, still hugging him close.
Its much quieter here so hopefully it gives Damian a chance to calm down a bit. Instead of talking Jason lets out a small coo after a while to see if Damian will respond.*
*Damian hugs Jason only opening his eyes at the change of setting and the sound of Jason speaking to someone. He looks around the changing room a bit but stays in Jasons wings. He takes a few breathes and tries to not lose it. He's usually better with the noise but it's been worse lately, and he doesn't know why. He still feels like he's somehow becoming weaker and he doesn't know why.
After a second or two he squeaks a bit, clicking as his wings twitch a little. He sighs a little and leans on Jason.*
Sorry.
*He whispers.*
*Jason just holds him close and in his wings, clicking back softly when Damian does and brushing his hair back, working his way through it before turning to preen a few feathers that were ready to come out.*
Its fine.
*He coos softly, nuzzling Damians face. Hopefully he feels more calm now that its quiet. Jason definitely needs to get those earmuffs for him. At home its quiet so being overwhelmed by all the noise outside probably caused this.*
*Damian's breathing seems to calm but he stays in Jason's hold, not making any sign of moving really. It's nicer in here and he doesn't have to deal with all the noise...he's ruined the shopping trip, he probably shouldn't have come along in the first place if anything. He doesn't voice this, just sighing a little and hiding his face a bit.
The hold and touch are comforting and the noise is somewhat muffled in here, but it's still not great and he moves to cover his ears after a few moments, his hood down now that Jason is messing with his hair and all. He doesn't move to stop him or anything though, leaning into it almost.*
*Jason eventually moves to sit down instead with Damian in his lap, still stable in his hold and wings. He just continues to preen Damians wings or at least as much as they need since they didnt in the morning, letting out a few small coos as he does so. He brings one hand over Damians when he covers his ears, making sure not to make any noises himself and instead nuzzling him every now and again.*
*Eventually Damian takes his hands away slowly, looking up at Jason with a face that looks...like he's contemplating if anything. He frowns a bit., still seeming uncomfortable but not as intensely as before.*
I didn't...mean to disrupt the shopping trip.
*He looks away, speaking softly and looking almost anxious, shifting his legs so they're up by his chest, his wings moving a little to cover himself.*
We can keep going.
*He mumbles it, face hidden a little. He's still against Jason however and makes no effort to move away.*
*Jason cups his face, pressing their foreheads together before letting Damian have some space, a small smile on his face as he looks at him. He makes sure his wings are around Damian at the very least, looking at the little bird.*
Ok.. How about we get you earmuffs or some noise cancelling headphones, hm?
*He says softly, miming them for emphasis. It will make this trip all the more bearable and just in general whenever Damian feels overwhelmed.*
*He makes a small face, but looks at Jason and sighs.*
Okay...if that's alright with you.
*Damian mumbles. He seems to be more compliant when he's uncomfortable, given that it's easier than making things worse by angering whoever he's with. He knows he can be annoying and bratty, it's best if he just shuts up sometimes.
Damian hides his face again. Headphones or something would be nice to get the noise to stop being so much...but he doesn't want to be some kind of bother or nuisance. He honestly just wishes he never came here.*
*He sighs a bit but is still smiling, ruffling Damians hair a bit*
Of course. You wanna wait a bit longer in here or.. I could bring the headphones to you?
*Jason offers, thinking of a way that would be the best and most comfortable for Damian. He knows he might start shutting down and being compliant which he can already see the signs of and gives him options to hopefully coax him out of that without overwhelming Damian too much.*
*Damian frowns, not knowing what to say. He'd probably be more of a nuisance if he makes Jason drag him along with him, and it'll take longer if he does. But staying in here feels pathetic and cowardly almost, and part of him worries if that's just how he is now...and regardless of all of that being away from Jason almost feels like being stabbed for some reason and he worries he might freak out.
Damian decides staying will be better and less bothersome, even if it might make him anxious. He's not particularly happy with either choice but he has to say something, and he seems to be just staring down for a while, not answering but looking like he's thinking over the choices with a fervor.*
I...I can stay here.
*He can't even find the nerve in him to make some joke about ordering Jason around like a monarch, like he usually does to get rid of the ill feeling that comes with the worry of being denied. He just hides his face a bit and pulls his hood over his head once again. He feels weak.*
*Jason waits patiently for Damian to think it through, still holding his arms and keeping Damian in his wings. He doesnt want to leave him but he doesnt want Damian to be too overwhelmed either but its Damians choice and he chooses to stay. Jason can respect that at least.*
Ok. Make sure to keep the door closed but not locked, I dont wanna break it.
*He smiles a bit, still speaking softly and trying to lighten the mood a smidge. Jason stands up, picking up the preened feathers and putting them in Damians lap.*
Take care of these for me, kay?
*Damian eyes him a bit, lamenting at the loss of the touch but nods, staying curled up and moving a bit to the corner of the changing room. He pauses and huffs a soft laugh at the feathers.*
Sure...
*He mumbles, furrowing his brow at Jason a little but taking the feathers in hand as Jason leaves. He huffs, staying hunched in on himself as he waits, staring down at the feathers he's holding. He doesn't like being alone, and not in a place like this really, and eventually he finds himself curling up more and covering his ears with his hands again to muffle the noise in the store and the music playing over the intercoms.
He just wants to go home and not have to deal with any of this stuff anymore, but Jason needs to get the food and everything so he's not going to complain or say anything, it would be stupid of him.*
*Jason gives Damian a small smile before leaving the room, quickly finding some earmuffs and noise cancelling headphones for him to try. The employee there thankfully doesnt seem to mind him all that much though she does eye his wings a bit but he ignores it.
Coming back in he has the earmuffs and headphones in his hands, handing them over to Damian before pressing their foreheads together and putting his wings back around him again.*
Try these? Its OK if they arent the best, I can get something else.
*He reassures, brushing some of Damians hair back and looking at his ears. They are mostly normal but some bat features do come through with them looking more pointed and the skin texture being different among other things.*
*Damian sits up quickly at the sound of footsteps and the door being opened, he looks a little alarmed before relaxing at the sight of Jason. He accepts the touch immediately, leaning into him and squeaking a little before looking over curiously at the headphones and earmuffs. He frowns a bit but takes off his hood and moves to put the earmuffs over his ears but the fabric is a bit of a weird texture and it makes the sensitive skin on his ears feel weird. They block out a good amount of sound but it feels akin to if he was just putting his hands over his ears.
He takes them off pretty quickly and takes the headphones instead, placing them on. They feel better, giving enough room for his ears to stay in and the head wings to not get in the way. The noise cancelling is better and actually feels like it's doing something besides just muffling the noise via pressure. He seems pretty okay with them but doesn't say anything, instead just not taking them off and handing the earmuffs back to Jason.*
*Jason pulls back a bit so Damian can try on both of the accessories, paying close attention to his body language and actions. If Damian doesnt feel like or doesnt want to talk thats ok, Jason can understand him just fine like this.
He seems to not like the earmuffs, preferring the headphones and keeping them on his head which is a big yes in words. Jason happily takes the earmuffs, gesturing to the door to say hes putting them back. When he returns in the room he sits down next to Damian again, bringing his wing back around him.*
*Damian frowns a bit when Jason leaves again but perks up when he's back, head wings flapping a bit as Jason goes to put his wing around him again. Damian moves over to hug Jason, not saying anything and just hiding his face in his side. He sighs a bit.
The headphones make it easier, he should be able to do the rest of the trip, even though part of him just wants to go back home. He looks over to the bag with his shoes in it and looks at Jason curiously. He points at it, asking silently if he could put them on, considering they'd already bought them. He likes the shoes, and he's happy he gets to have them even though he feels overwhelmed by everything.*
*Jason smiles at him, bringing an arm around his shoulders and hugging him back, just letting the two of them stay here while he cards through Damians hair gently with his claws. He perks up when Damian looks up at him and points to the bag, leaning over to grab it and handing it over to Damian, giving him some space but still keeping a wing around him while he tries it on.*
*Damian takes it and bows his head in thanks, not feeling like talking right now. Jason doesn't usually mind when he gets like that so he lets it be, moving to take out the sneakers. He puts them on, taking off the old scuffed school shoes and putting them in the box instead. He ties the new laces and kicks his feet a bit, looking down at them.
He's happy with them. He wants them to be able to get the shopping trip done with, really, so he packs his old shoes away in the box and places them in the bag. He uses his talons to cut the tags off of the shoes and stands. His head wings flap for a second, still getting used to the feeling of the headphones being over where they tend to fold against, but it's not uncomfortable, just different. Damian glances at Jason a bit, tugging at the sleeves of his hoodie so they go over his hands.*
*Jason smiles, watching as Damian tries on the shoes, happy seeing that he seems to like them before tilting his head in confusion when Damian gets up and puts them away. He takes a second but realises hes ready to leave, standing up as well and just putting the feathers in the bag.
Jason holds on to Damians shoulder, unlocking and opening the door and leaving the room, walking back over and putting the earmuffs back before talking to the lady at the counter, putting a hand on the headphones to tell Damian hes going to take them off before doing so and quickly letting the lady scan them and paying, putting them back on after a walking out the door.*
You want to get clothes or just groceries?
*Damian walks with him, looking around a little and frowning a bit but letting Jason take the headphones to scan, chirping a little unintentionally when he gets them back.
He moves to hold onto Jason's hand, looking around the place a bit. He looks up at him and shrugs, looking down. He doesn't really want to choose right now, if anything. He'd like some clothes but he's not sure, he just wants Jason to choose whats easier because he's not sure what the right answer is and he doesn't want to make anymore choices. He hides his face a bit in Jason's side.*
*Jason gladly holds Damian’s hand, smiling down at him a bit sadly when he doesn’t choose anything and instead just hides himself in Jason’s side. They can get clothes another time, it’ll probably overwhelm Damian since they’ll have to go to another store and try out a bunch of stuff with so many different choices.*
You still wanna eat out?
*He offers, still wanting to give Damian some choice. Jason doesn’t mind either way honestly so really it depends on if Damian wants to go home as soon as possible.*
*Damian pauses briefly before nodding yes insistently. He'd still like to get some food, that was really the only reason why he wanted to come along besides just being able to get out of the apartment for once. He seems to perk up a bit more at that.
He hasn't really gone to any restaurants in a long while, and the headphones are helping with the noise. He can do that, if anything.*
*Jasons smile widens a bit, nuzzling his hair before continuing to walk over to the grocery store, taking out a shopping cart and letting go of Damians hand to do so. After thinking for a bit he takes out his phone, opening the list of groceries and making sure to cut out any notes he'd rather no one sees before handing it to Damian.*
I need your help, Habibi. You tell me what we have to get, kay?
*He says firmly like its an order but mostly as a game, a soft smile on his face. Jason has memorised most of the list anyways but might as well make it fun and so he doesnt have to hold both the cart and his phone. If Damian wants he can also add whatever he'd like to the list and Jason might conveniently not notice.*
*Damian raises his eyebrow but takes the phone in his hands and looks the list over intently. It's mostly food items, some are things Damian's never really heard of, but he doesn't really know how to cook anything, so he supposes that's probably why. He looks to Jason.*
I don't know where anything is...are we simply going down the list?
*He says a little quietly, though enough for Jason to hear him. The headphones make it sound weird when he speaks, but it's better than just dealing with the noises of the store and everything else. He looks around the store a bit curiously, the lights are too bright and annoying to his eyes, but he's fairly used to the fluorescents of Gotham Academy so it's not that much of an issue, and it's not too bad when he looks down.*
Yep. You just have to say them.
*Jason hums, letting his voice reach its normal volume since Damian anyways has the headphones on. Its honestly a bit of an adjustment since hes used to speaking ever lower and softer than usual all the time since hes conscious of hurting Damians ears. He brings a hand to Damians shoulder, moving to enter the store and putting the hand back to steer the cart, gesturing for Damian to follow.*
*Damian hums in response, walking with Jason and glancing a bit more around. He's never really been in a grocery store before...which feels pretentious, but he never really had to, and the place is strange looking, people everywhere with their shopping carts going about, soft and muffled music, the dinging from the registers, the echoing all around. It's as if he's plugging his ears very firmly without any of the pain, it's nice.
He rattles off the different list items when Jason collects things, getting dramatically annoyed when he 'goes too slow.' with it, and how absurd he finds the sorting and formatting of the shop, definitely more talkative than before, he only asks for Jason to get some more fruit from fruit salads, considering he had enjoyed what he had eaten that morning, he only goes quiet again when they're at the register, simply staring down and away as they get their groceries and all. He speaks up again as they exit the store, rolling his eyes.*
One could argue that there are easier ways to do this sort of thing.
*He says, furrowing his brow a hint.*
*Jason pushes the cart and guides Damian as he goes to get all the ingredients on the list as he says them, smiling when the kid talks more and occasionally adding his own comments or snorting a bit.
The rows of shelves is a bit annoying because he has to make sure his wings are pinned and folded back to take as little space as possible. For any normal avian it would be fairly easy but since Jason is one of the rarer vulture species with some of the largest wings its not the best.
He manages without complaint though, getting all the groceries and paying, handing his cash to the teenage cashier who seems to done with being here to really care about anything but scanning the groceries.*
Well, some people just order all their groceries online and get them to their door.
*He chuckles a bit, continuing to push the trolley as they are still in the same building.*
That feels like there is room for mistake. Especially considering how ordering specific fruits and other items can become difficult when you do not have a visual example in front of you. I believe they would do well with an easier layout and less violent lighting among other things. The shelving is despicable.
*He follows while rolling his eyes and messing with the sleeves of his hoodie, he sticks close to Jason, but not as much as before, seeming more relaxed. Not fully, considering they're in public, but he seems less like he might be a step away from a panic attack.*
Where are we going now?
Well, we could go to Walmart? They don't sell food though.
*Jason laughs a bit. When Ra's literally bought him Walmart Jason of course brought Damian along as well as Ra's, Talia and all those shareholders who would come. It was probably a security risk but it was also a fun family outing he supposes. Closest thing he has to a family. Bruce and Ra's really should battle for being the worst head of the two of them, he would pay to watch that.*
You wanted to eat out so we'll do that.
*Damian scoffs with an eyeroll at the memory of them all going to a Walmart of all places, it was a strange and almost embarrassing effort done by Grandfather, but it was enjoyable for what it was.*
It's not your birthday yet, you will have to wait until we do any more Walmart excursions. Perhaps we can buy more of Walmart this year.
*Damian jokes, looking at Jason curiously at the last bit.*
I would like that yes...but if you do not wish to, we don't have to.
*He looks down at his feet at that with a small shrug that's a little sad and awkward compared to his demeanor prior.*
*Jason barks a laugh at that, bringing one of his hands over his face to hide it and his fangs before humming and putting his hand back on the cart.*
Of course. You'll have ta pick where we go, though. I cannot make this decision without you, my liege
*He says with a small smirk, tilting his head down to look at Damian. Before when he was braindead and also adjusting after the pit he really didnt have much free will, just trained to have instincts to fight and follow orders.
Some orders more... some orders not related to a mission. Damian of course doesnt know about that part but the only free will he had was protecting Damian. They said they dont even know why but in his braindead mind something connect Damian with someone to protect. He would go against any orders and act out of his own will or as much of it as he had just to protect and comfort the kid and everyone at the league just decided to leave it alone considering he would kill them without hesitation if they intervened, regardless of his orders.*
Right...well I don't know any restaurants, so I can't make any suggestions.
*Damian says with a small shrug. He's happy to be back with Jason, one of the only people who's ever really let him feel safe. He's known him the longest, and regardless of his bonds with some of the others, Jason has always been the strongest. Richard- Grayson, was different than the others, closer because he was all he had for a good while when Father was missing and presumed dead, even though he's betrayed him now.
But Jason was even more than that. He was safety, closeness and warmth. Whereas he and Grayson used to constantly be at each other's throats at the beginning, Jason was never that...Jason seemed to always understand. That wasn't a feeling Damian was used to having.*
Hm.. Well, we'll look around in the food court and we can check out anything that catches your eye.
*Jason hums, tilting his head and glancing up a bit in thought before looking back down at Damian and proposing the idea. He usually cooks for himself, eats whatever carcasses he can find or just doesnt eat so he doesnt know any places either other than those restaurants he mentioned earlier.*
*Damian hums a bit at that, moving a little closer to Jason but looking around a bit.*
I don't mind anything I suppose. I only do not want any meat...
*He mumbles the last bit, making a face and huffing. He's not sure if he likes malls really, he's only every been twice, now with Jason and once he had gone with Jonathan, Maya and Colin, considering Colin and Jonathan had been horrified at the fact Damian and Maya hadn't been before. They are noisy and strange, and Damian wasn't fond of the crowds.*
Of course, lets just look around, I'm not the best at picking
*Jason responds, pushing the cart along so they are at the food court, looking around and watching Damians reaction to see if hes interested in anything. He's honestly not even that hungry but if he doesnt eat Damian wont either.*
*Damian looks around at the different places in the court, most are fast food that look unappetizing or are wildly meat centered, but there's a few that seem nice...there seems to be a crêpe shop on one side, though that's mostly a desert food so Damian looks over it, a boba tea place, frozen yogurt, pizza place...there's an interesting looking pretzel stall that makes Damian pause. He's had a soft pretzel before while with Grayson once and he definitely liked it, compared to anything else he's gotten from different places.*
Could I get a pretzel...?
*He asks a little quietly, going to stand at Jason's side again and look up at him curiously, holding onto his sleeve.*
Yeah, sure.
*Jason smiles a bit, putting his cart to the side and taking out the two bags, one with the groceries and the other with Damians stuff. He holds on to Damians hand, making his way over to the pretzel stand and looking at the selections. Nothing really stands out to him considering its bread and there isnt anything spicy so he looks back at Damian.*
What do'ya want, Habibi?
*Damian smiles a little at the answer, taking Jason's hand without protest and walking with him towards the stand, looking over the menu and the food in the glass in front of them as they wait in the line. He points at baked soft pretzel.*
Can I get that?
*He asks quietly, looking up at Jason curiously. Its not exactly a whole meal but Damian doesn't mind and they ate breakfast late anyways, considering they didn't end up clothes shopping.*
Sure.
*He smiles, talking to the person running the stand and asking for only one of the baked soft pretzel. Jason isnt really hungry anyways so he just quickly pays, handing them the cash and a tip before taking the pretzel and handing it to Damian, moving out of the way so everyone behind them can go and leaning against the wall. He'll probably make a big lunch since they had breakfast only a few hours ago.*
*Damian takes it happily, but keeps his face still, looking more like the natural glare but with a small sparkle to his eye. He walks with Jason and sniffs the food before tasting it and making sure it tastes normal and there isn't anything in it, once he deems it okay he takes another bite. He doesn glance at Jason a bit.*
Are you going to get anything here..?
*He asks, furrowing his brow and looking him over almost suspiciously.*
*Jason hums, tilting his head a bit before thinking. He really doesnt want to but he knows Damian will just keep pressing it.*
I'll have something when we get dessert
*He decides, shrugging a bit and giving a reassuring smile, ruffling Damians hair a little bit. Getting Damian a treat wont be too bad and he can either share or get himself something small.*
*Damian perks up, tilting his head a little at the response and huffing when Jason ruffles his hair a bit and readjusting the headphones with an eyeroll.*
Dessert? This is hardly a meal.
*He holds up the pretzel a bit. It's good, salty and the bread is a nice flavor. Damian's always liked bread, even if it's not actually good for birds or anything and has basically no nutritional value, but as a small treat sometimes it's nice. He enjoys homemade bread the most, but the warm pretzels are good still for what they are. He's never had homemade pretzels so he doesn't have a frame of reference for that.*
*It had been a while since Damian had broken into Jason's apartment and Jason came back from the mission and found him. After convincing him to stay with Jason he had mostly been getting the groceries to restock all his food after his mission and also to make as much food from home to stuff the kid with since he hasnt even eaten much since he broke in and while Alfred is a good food he still doesnt know how to make the kind from the League.
Jason also bought some food for Alfred the Cat and some food bowls, all approved by Damian but he could tell the kid was missing the rest of his pets.
He checked in with the bats after he came back to see how things were since Damian was missing and safe to say it was.. bad. He spied on Bruce and Dick arguing which without Damian around to keep Dick civil with Bruce (which apparently didnt matter when Jason was a kid) the fight was bad and clearly not their first one.
Bruce is obviously livid and even called Talia to see if she knew were the kid was, thinking he ran off to the league. Dick is angry at Bruce and concerned out of his mind about how the kid is. He even managed to get Tim wrapped in who may have not been as close with the kid as Dick but was clearly concerned as well, helping him try find him and making theories. It was bad.
He's more concerned about what to do with school and while he would happily keep Damian with him the kid has friends and a life with news articles already covering where the youngest Wayne son is. Alfred has clearly given some kind of excuse for school at least to explain his absence.
Currently, however. Jason thankfully doesnt have to think about that because hes just asleep in bed, curled up with his wings covering him. He would honestly prefer to sleep on the floor but Damian is sleeping in his nest right now. He offered the spare room Jason has but he knows he keeps sneaking into the nest during the night.*
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*Damian is...doing fine he supposes. Things have been less stressful living with Jason, but part of him has begun to...miss everyone, has begun to feel like he's just taking up room and making things harder for Jason.
He doesn't have much with him besides his drawing stuff and Alfred the cat, and some clothes. Though besides Jason's hoodie most of it is uncomfortable dress shirts and pants and his school uniform, considering Father never bought him anything besides stuff he needed to wear to go out of the house.
He sleeps in Jason's extra room some nights but then he gets...nightmares, or just- becomes scared of being alone for whatever pathetic reason it is, so he sneaks into Jason's nest, hiding in his wings. Jason never mentions it or has told him to refrain from the unruly behavior so he...hasn't stopped.
He's even begun doing it on instinct instead of when he feels like he needs it, getting up in the middle of the night to lay next to Jason. He knows Jason wakes up when he does it, but he never tells him to leave. So Damian just curls up beside him.
Tonight is one of those nights, he's brought Alfred with him as well, placing the kitten in the nest and curling up next to Jason, using his wings almost like a blanket as he drifts off again...
There are flashes of pain behind his eyes, of men screaming and yelling, of blood splattering against the ground, laughs of adults as they drink and eat like there isn't a rotting corpse laid on the floor beside Damian. He grips his sword and fights back but he's done something wrong again- and Mother is abandoning him and Father is yelling, and saying he's horrible and selfish and he will never be good, never know empathy. Damian searches for hours for a pearl, one from his grandmother's necklace, for Father. Only to be called incapable of ever caring for another beside himself.
There's pain spreading on his back and against his wings and he bites his lip so he doesn't scream as he's whipped and punished. He's not sure for what reason, but all he knows is he's wrong and he deserves it- and then he's learning from a new tutor, a woman, Jason isn't around, other duties, probably ones of a general. The woman takes Damian to a river, far away from home.
He messes things up, some small mistake. He's seven years old.
She tries to drown him under the water and he kicks and screams, his head is beneath water and she's holding her hands over his throat and he shouts before picking up some large stone from the water and hitting her in the face, continuously slamming it into her head as he chokes on the lasting water in his lungs- he screams and-
His eyes fly open with a choked shout, wings going to hide him closely as he backs away, grabbing at his arms and breathing harshly, because there's water in his lungs and he can't breathe and Jason isn't here to help him, and he shrinks back against the wall, grabbing at himself as he wheezes almost.*
Alright...
*Damian mumbles, before going to pick up Alfred again, his shoes tied now. He picks up the cat and puts him on the windowsill of the apartment to look out the window. It's a day where it isn't raining in Gotham, but of course it's sad and dreary out still, clouded and gray. Though there are some activities that pass by their window that Alfred seems to be interested in, air and foot traffic mostly, and Damian enjoys watching the people in the city do as they please.
He stays there, simply observing as Alfred places his paws against the glass every now and again and meowing. Damian perks up and looks over when Jason comes back finally, glancing at Alfred for a moment before huffing and taking the cat and basically tossing the animal onto the couch, who seems entirely unbothered by this.*
Let us go then?
*Jason ties his laces before watching Damian, noting the paw prints on the window which he finds cute before watching as Damian practically chucks the cat onto the couch. He guesses cats do really land on their feet. He laughs at the situation, bringing a clawed hand over his face before quickly composing himself when Damian speaks*
Lets..
*He says with a small chuckle, opening the door and relocking everything behind the two of them before walking down the steps, finding his motorcycle in the alley he hid it in and taking it out.
After some consideration he decides to just pick Damian up and plop him on the bike despite knowing very well he could get on himself, ruffling the kids hair before following after and putting on his helmet. Its made to fit his face wings obviously similar to the Red Hood helmet so its not too uncomfortable*
Ready, Dami?
*Damian follows him, looking around a little but staying close by Jason for the most part. He yelps a little when Jason picks him up and puts him down on the bike but doesn't protest, instead simply allowing it and putting his head up after Jason ruffles his hair, rolling his eyes.*
Ready...
*He mumbles, letting Jason start the bike and go where they're intending to go.*
*Jason snorts at the reaction, bringing Damians hands around him so the kid doesnt fall*
Tuck your wings and lets go then
*He grins in the helmet though the tilt of his head and tone of his voice give it away without even seeing his face. After hes sure Damian is secure he starts the motorcycle and speeds off, making sure not to be as fast as he usually would since Damian and the extra weight is there but taking some safe short cuts till they arrive at the large shopping centre.*
*Damian huffs but does as he's told, covering his head with his hood for now and staying still for the ride until they get to the shopping centre. He makes a small face at the building but only huffs and gets off of the bike, looking towards Jason a bit curiously if anything.*
Do we have a list of things we need?
*He questions, brows furrowed a little. The sound might be bad inside, which vaguely worries him, but he's not weak. He can handle some loud noises.*
Of course, I'm not an animal.
*Jason rolls a bit before looking between Damian and the building. Hes never really likes shopping, hes never wanted much other than stability and all the price tags overwhelmed him. Its better now that he knows he can afford basically anything but he still finds himself wanting a good deal for quality. He really doesnt see the appeal but grabs his bag and enters the mall anyways.*
First we'll get you some clothes, hm?
*Damian makes a small face at that but nods, following after Jason as much as he can, trying to meet Jason's longer stride. He glances around a bit, sticking to Jason's side mostly.*
Why do I need more clothing?
*He questions, tilting his head a bit. Sure he doesn't have entire wardrobe with him, but he has enough that he only needs to wash his clothing once a week so far, and he doesn't change into anything to sleep so that makes for less clothing to wash. He had pajamas at the manor, but they weren't exactly things he was pleased to wear, he wasn't a fan of silk, it didn't feel comfortable if anything. He tended to avoid wearing them, which seemed to translate into what he decided to pack when he ran away.*
*Jason makes sure to slow his pace, not noticeable but taking smaller steps so he seems to be walking as fast but doesnt reach the same distance as he normally would. He tilts his head to Damian at the question, smiling a bit*
Well, proper pants are probably needed.. also shoes otherwise its up to you if you wanna get anything else.
*He knows Damian is someone who tries to live on the bare minimum, not taking too much space or too much at all. Jason was too but that was more circumstance.
They need to get at least that, maybe some headphones or earmuffs somewhere?*
I see...I thought these were proper. The shoes are still functional, Father did not give me any other pairs so I thought that was all you needed?
*Damian says, he winces a bit at some noises around them but hides the action by going to adjust his hood a little and walk a little closer to Jason, almost as if he wants to hold onto Jason's hand but he doesn't. He looks almost suspiciously at their surroundings, like something in the mall could attack him.*
*Jason brings a wing around Damian, not blocking his sight but around his back sort of like a side hug as they walk. The noises from all the people hear are probably overwhelming him but the store should be better.
Birds are the most common and majority of people are some species of them with bats being something extremely rare with only the Waynes really being known for them.*
Yeah but those are school clothes, you wouldnt wear your pyjamas outside, now would you? Similar with your uniform.
*He explains, leading Damian over to the clothes shop. Jason makes sure to explain everything to Damian or at least as much as and in a way he can tell the kid. He deserves to be treated like a person.*
Right...but my pants are not for school. They are for other things. The shoes I suppose I understand...can I...get sneakers? Like the ones Jonathan has?
*He says with a slight tilt to his head, he almost seems nervous at the idea, putting his hands in his hoodie pocket and looking up at Jason with a slight purse to his lips.
Jonathan definitely seems to dress differently, and he has pointed this out before, but Damian had thought it was because Jonathan was allowed to have more colorful and comfortable items whereas Damian is not. He was able to accept that, but he still...wishes somewhat that maybe Jason will allow at least the want for sneakers.
They aren't exactly comfortable but they've always looked cool...and Damian enjoys the laced look on his costume, it's why he chose them over the boots most of the others wear with their costumes. He was given freedom to design what he wanted by Grayson, so he...indulged.*
*Jason smiles fondly at that, humming.*
Yeah, you'll have to pick your clothes out, I've been told I have no fashion taste anyways. Go look
*He sighs dramatically at the last part, leading Damian into the store. He phrases it as once again Jasons fault and Damian helping him out by choosing for himself so the kid wont feel too much pressure to buy what Jason deems ok even though he doesnt mind as long as the kid is comfortable and happy.
Its hopefully less loud in here at least and he greets the man at the counter. They seem to be some breed of pigeon but Jason doesnt mind, folding up his wings and tell him that he and his brother are just going to look around before walking back over to Damian. He can tell the man is suspicious of Jason due to him being a vulture but ignores it, bringing a wing around Damians back to protect him from the man eyeing Jason's gaze.*
*Damian snickers a little at that, following Jason inside the store and glaring a bit at the man at the counter, huffing and grabbing Jason's hand to drag him inside and away from him. He's not sure what he's looking for or what he's allowed to get, but he looks around a little idly in the boy's section, frowning a little and staying close to Jason if anything.
He decides the shoes would be easier and tugs on Jason's sleeve a little to bring him to the shoes section. He looks around at the different sneakers and things for a bit, not speaking but seeming to be in deep thought and contemplation about the options if anything. He ends up finding some green sneakers that look nice, and looks up at Jason.*
I don't know my size.
*He says a little quietly, looking anxious...or well, he looks angry, but Jason can tell the underlying emotion there, considering the boy tends to look angry.*
*Jason is surprised when Damian grabs his hand and basically drags him along, laughing a bit and using his other hand to hide his face before composing himself and following. Hes not really interested and just wants Damian to buy whatever.
He nods when his sleeve is pulled, continuing to follow Damian into the shoes section and letting him hold on to Jason if he wishes. He hums when Damian speaks, glancing at the shoes but honestly not caring much.*
Well, are the shoes you have on right now comfortable? We can go up or down a size if not.
*Damian frowns, looking down at his feet with an almost determined look.*
I suppose they're a little small now.
*He mumbles. The shoes were the ones he had gotten when he first stopped homeschooling about a year ago, replacing his older dress shoes that he thinks were donated or thrown out. He's fairly certain Pennyworth had measured his feet beforehand.*
I don't know the size of these. Pennyworth bought them somewhere without my knowledge before I started attending school. Some sort of custom made thing I believe.
*That seems to be a strange steady theme with Damian's things, they are high quality and expensive, but theres always some lack to them. High quality and expensive button up shirts and pants, yet nothing comfortable. Shoes that are expensive and custom made yet they're the only shoes he has, and he hasn't gotten new ones in a while.*
Ah.. That makes sense. Well, then we'll have to do it the trial and error way.
*He hums, looking at the different shoes and trying to calculate which ones would best fit Damians feet and claws. After some consideration he picks out some, they have a good enough amount of claw space and should be around his size though he doubts it will work the first try.*
Wear these, walk around in them a bit and see. Make sure to tell me if they are too big or small or if you need more claw space.
*Jason says, handing the shoes to Damian and waiting for him to try them on. The employee from before is still there and eyeing him, probably thinking he might grab the shoes and fly off but he ignores it, focusing on Damian.*
*Damian nods, moving to put the shoes on and huffs when he notices the eyes on them, he glares again at the employee, tugging on his hood a little before moving to walk around and move with the shoes on.
His claws feel more comfortable in these ones compared to the scuffed up dress shoes, and he fiddles with the laces a little, they seem to be a bit too short which is annoying, considering he likes the shoes.*
These feel okay...
*He says softly, twisting his lips a little as he seems to think.*
Do they have different shoe laces?
*Jason watches as Damian puts on the shoes, noticing Damian glaring at the employee and looking back at them, giving a small smile before pressing his lips together and just continuing to watch as Damian walks around in him. He doesnt really want to scare them or anything especially since they'll have to check out and pay and he doesnt exactly want to get kicked out like he sometimes does.*
We can always take the laces out and buy new ones or use your old ones if you'd like?
*He hums, tilting his head and looking at the shoes. Jason would ask but he doesnt think that will really help the intimidation part.*
Hm...I'd like ones that are white to match the shoe better.
*Damian mumbles, looking shy or nervous at the admission, he fiddles with his hoodie strings a bit, looking down at the shoes a bit. He doesn't want to bother Jason or make him buy more than he needs to. He huffs.*
I can just deal with the old ones if needed.
*He says, going to take the shoes off and change back into his other shoes again.*
*Jason hums, agreeing before looking over to the employee and sighing. Hopefully having a kid with him will make this interaction more civil*
We're already here anyways let me just see.. you look for some pants?
*He crouches down to pick up the discarded shoes, tilting his head to the pants section for Damian to go to while he handles this. He just needs to go up to the counter and ask for different coloured shoelaces and hopefully that wont be a big deal.*
*Damian frowns a little, watching Jason leave and looking around anxiously. He didn't want him to leave him alone, but he doesn't protest and walks to the pants section, pulling a little on his hoodie strings and looking at the different pants in the clothing isle.
He chews on his lip a bit, not really considering any of the options in front of him and mostly just staring forward until Jason comes back, every so often scanning his surroundings. He can hear everyone else in the store and also the mumble of conversation that he recognizes as Jason and someone else, as well as a few others in the store, and the activity outside of the store, as well as music playing over an intercom, and it just...feels like a lot. Too much, really. He tugs on his hood as if it could muffle the noise somehow.*
*Jason walks over to the guy, trying to look a bit friendly or really anything that'll make him not look at him with that mix of fear, disgust and like hes somehow an inferior wild animal but ignores it anyways to just do this quickly.
Thankfully, despite their customer service not being the friendliest he quickly gets the new, white and longer laces and puts them on the shoes before letting Jason pay (while eyeing his money like he robbed a bank which to be fair he got it from other illegal means). The speed was probably just because they wanted Jason out as soon as possible but unluckily for them Jason walks over to Damian, noting him just,, staring at the selection.*
Habibi.. do you like anything?
*Damian looks over to him and sighs a bit, moving to hide behind him a little and stare at the clothing with a vengeance. He shrugs a bit and keep his shoulders up a bit near his ears, glancing around a little and grabbing onto Jason's jacket a bit, his hold light as he does.*
I don't know.
*He mumbles it, soft enough you could almost miss it with the other noises, though Damian feels like he's almost yelling, anxiously messing with his hood a bit more.*
*Jason is surprised by the movement but brings a wing around Damian’s back, resting a clawed hand gently on his shoulder*
That’s OK.. how about we start with sweatpants, just something for when you’re at home? Nice and comfy.
*He says slowly and softly, crouching down so he’s at around eye level with Damian. He doesn’t want to overwhelm him with choices and honestly he thought being out of the league would help Damian with that but he thinks the manor and just everything made it worse.*
Okay...that sounds good.
*Damian mumbles, not looking at Jason and instead staring at his feet a little. He's only worn sweatpants once and it was because he had to borrow some of Jonathan's pajamas while spending the night because he had embarrassingly forgotten pajamas. They were...comfortable though, he liked them better than the silk pajamas.*
Father never...is it okay?
*He asks, feeling anxious and looking around as if Father could randomly appear and reprimand him for even thinking about doing something like this. Father had never explicitly said he wasn't allowed to have clothes like this, but he also never bought them for him...even though Drake and Thomas seemed to have them. He was certain it was a rule specific to him and was the type he should know already and that one isn't supposed to question.*
*Jason presses his lips together at that comment looking away for a moment seeming mad before his face quickly corrects himself.*
Well, I’m not B. You don’t have to follow their rules while you’re with me, ok?
*He says softly, pressing their foreheads together for a second to show he’s not mad, not at Damian anyways. Of course Bruce would do something like that. He doesn’t think he would make it an outright rule though then again maybe Bruce has been getting worse not better. He made Damian promise to tell Jason if Bruce laid a hand on him and he hoped Damian has kept that because if not..*
*Damian looks up at Jason a bit curiously before seeming to relax a little and resting his head against Jason's back, a little below and to the side of his wings, still holding onto the fabric of his jacket.*
Alright...thank you, Akhi.
*He says quietly, moving to pull the sleeves of his hoodie over his hands a bit and looking over at the different pants selections now that he's not too panicked or anything. They look fine. most seem to be jeans which Damian has always despised. The texture of denim seems torturous. He's not sure what they are looking for so he doesn't move much, only peaking out from behind Jason.*
*Jason smiles softly down at Damian, putting a clawed hand softly on his shoulder and bringing his wing around Damians back*
No problem, Habibi. You want to go to a different section?
*He hums, noticing Damian doesnt seem interested in anything. He recalls the kid complaining about the texture of jeans one time so none of this will probably be something he'd feel comfortable in. They can go to a different store or just keep looking here. The former might be better considering the fact he can still feel eyes on him occasionally.*
I...would like something less...denim, yes
*He jokes quietly, rolling his eyes but staying close to Jason still. He looks around some more but most of the clothes they can see from this area seem to be boys shorts, jeans or khakis. Which is...not what Damian wants in the slightest really.*
I don't think they have any sweatpants...or- lounge wear I suppose.
*He mumbles, seeming a little more comfortable now that he's holding onto Jason but still slightly like he'd rather just run away and hide.*
*Jason snorts, bringing his hand up to rake through Damians hair a bit. It seems like Damian is basically hiding behind Jason to protect himself from the clothes which is cute but a bit sad.*
How about we go somewhere else? I already paid for the shoes.
*He hums, picking up the bag for the shoes in question which he left on the seat and looking back down at Damian, tilting his head in question*
Okay...I don't care.
*He rolls his eyes a little and looks down with a small huff. He holds onto Jason a bit tighter when he moves, like he might let go of him and leave him there. He doesn't look him in the eyes though, glaring a little at his feet and grits his teeth.*
He just wants to get the stuff and go already. He doesn't know why he thought this would be nice, or that leaving the house would be a good idea, now he just feels overwhelmed and doesn't want to do any of this.*
*Jason sees his discomfort, sighing a bit before picking Damian up and ruffling his hair, making a small coo and nuzzling his face before taking the bag and leaving the store, making sure to keep a wing between Damian and the shop owner. Maybe a break would be good.*
Is it loud?
*He whispers softly, hanging the bag on his arm so he can brush the hair out of Damians face and put his hands over his ears while cupping it. Earmuffs might make the rest of the trip more bearable*
*Damian at first tenses at the movement but he leans into it, hiding his face in Jason's shoulder a little as he does. He chirps back but it's a little weak and is able to show his discomfort more. He's not good at controlling the tone of the noises considering he's mainly been taught never to make them.
He's thankful when Jason puts his hands over his ears, making a soft whimpering sound almost as he does and not looking at him. He nods in response however, squeezing onto Jason a bit more.*
*Jason frowns, heart aching a bit at the baby bird's discomfort, continuing to cover his ears and making his way over to a nearby store for accessories, he greets the owner who looks more confused than anything before walking over to the changing room, entering one of them and placing Damian down on the stoll, still hugging him close.
Its much quieter here so hopefully it gives Damian a chance to calm down a bit. Instead of talking Jason lets out a small coo after a while to see if Damian will respond.*
*Damian hugs Jason only opening his eyes at the change of setting and the sound of Jason speaking to someone. He looks around the changing room a bit but stays in Jasons wings. He takes a few breathes and tries to not lose it. He's usually better with the noise but it's been worse lately, and he doesn't know why. He still feels like he's somehow becoming weaker and he doesn't know why.
After a second or two he squeaks a bit, clicking as his wings twitch a little. He sighs a little and leans on Jason.*
Sorry.
*He whispers.*
*Jason just holds him close and in his wings, clicking back softly when Damian does and brushing his hair back, working his way through it before turning to preen a few feathers that were ready to come out.*
Its fine.
*He coos softly, nuzzling Damians face. Hopefully he feels more calm now that its quiet. Jason definitely needs to get those earmuffs for him. At home its quiet so being overwhelmed by all the noise outside probably caused this.*
*Damian's breathing seems to calm but he stays in Jason's hold, not making any sign of moving really. It's nicer in here and he doesn't have to deal with all the noise...he's ruined the shopping trip, he probably shouldn't have come along in the first place if anything. He doesn't voice this, just sighing a little and hiding his face a bit.
The hold and touch are comforting and the noise is somewhat muffled in here, but it's still not great and he moves to cover his ears after a few moments, his hood down now that Jason is messing with his hair and all. He doesn't move to stop him or anything though, leaning into it almost.*
*Jason eventually moves to sit down instead with Damian in his lap, still stable in his hold and wings. He just continues to preen Damians wings or at least as much as they need since they didnt in the morning, letting out a few small coos as he does so. He brings one hand over Damians when he covers his ears, making sure not to make any noises himself and instead nuzzling him every now and again.*
*Eventually Damian takes his hands away slowly, looking up at Jason with a face that looks...like he's contemplating if anything. He frowns a bit., still seeming uncomfortable but not as intensely as before.*
I didn't...mean to disrupt the shopping trip.
*He looks away, speaking softly and looking almost anxious, shifting his legs so they're up by his chest, his wings moving a little to cover himself.*
We can keep going.
*He mumbles it, face hidden a little. He's still against Jason however and makes no effort to move away.*
*Jason cups his face, pressing their foreheads together before letting Damian have some space, a small smile on his face as he looks at him. He makes sure his wings are around Damian at the very least, looking at the little bird.*
Ok.. How about we get you earmuffs or some noise cancelling headphones, hm?
*He says softly, miming them for emphasis. It will make this trip all the more bearable and just in general whenever Damian feels overwhelmed.*
*He makes a small face, but looks at Jason and sighs.*
Okay...if that's alright with you.
*Damian mumbles. He seems to be more compliant when he's uncomfortable, given that it's easier than making things worse by angering whoever he's with. He knows he can be annoying and bratty, it's best if he just shuts up sometimes.
Damian hides his face again. Headphones or something would be nice to get the noise to stop being so much...but he doesn't want to be some kind of bother or nuisance. He honestly just wishes he never came here.*
*He sighs a bit but is still smiling, ruffling Damians hair a bit*
Of course. You wanna wait a bit longer in here or.. I could bring the headphones to you?
*Jason offers, thinking of a way that would be the best and most comfortable for Damian. He knows he might start shutting down and being compliant which he can already see the signs of and gives him options to hopefully coax him out of that without overwhelming Damian too much.*
*Damian frowns, not knowing what to say. He'd probably be more of a nuisance if he makes Jason drag him along with him, and it'll take longer if he does. But staying in here feels pathetic and cowardly almost, and part of him worries if that's just how he is now...and regardless of all of that being away from Jason almost feels like being stabbed for some reason and he worries he might freak out.
Damian decides staying will be better and less bothersome, even if it might make him anxious. He's not particularly happy with either choice but he has to say something, and he seems to be just staring down for a while, not answering but looking like he's thinking over the choices with a fervor.*
I...I can stay here.
*He can't even find the nerve in him to make some joke about ordering Jason around like a monarch, like he usually does to get rid of the ill feeling that comes with the worry of being denied. He just hides his face a bit and pulls his hood over his head once again. He feels weak.*
*Jason waits patiently for Damian to think it through, still holding his arms and keeping Damian in his wings. He doesnt want to leave him but he doesnt want Damian to be too overwhelmed either but its Damians choice and he chooses to stay. Jason can respect that at least.*
Ok. Make sure to keep the door closed but not locked, I dont wanna break it.
*He smiles a bit, still speaking softly and trying to lighten the mood a smidge. Jason stands up, picking up the preened feathers and putting them in Damians lap.*
Take care of these for me, kay?
*Damian eyes him a bit, lamenting at the loss of the touch but nods, staying curled up and moving a bit to the corner of the changing room. He pauses and huffs a soft laugh at the feathers.*
Sure...
*He mumbles, furrowing his brow at Jason a little but taking the feathers in hand as Jason leaves. He huffs, staying hunched in on himself as he waits, staring down at the feathers he's holding. He doesn't like being alone, and not in a place like this really, and eventually he finds himself curling up more and covering his ears with his hands again to muffle the noise in the store and the music playing over the intercoms.
He just wants to go home and not have to deal with any of this stuff anymore, but Jason needs to get the food and everything so he's not going to complain or say anything, it would be stupid of him.*
*Jason gives Damian a small smile before leaving the room, quickly finding some earmuffs and noise cancelling headphones for him to try. The employee there thankfully doesnt seem to mind him all that much though she does eye his wings a bit but he ignores it.
Coming back in he has the earmuffs and headphones in his hands, handing them over to Damian before pressing their foreheads together and putting his wings back around him again.*
Try these? Its OK if they arent the best, I can get something else.
*He reassures, brushing some of Damians hair back and looking at his ears. They are mostly normal but some bat features do come through with them looking more pointed and the skin texture being different among other things.*
*Damian sits up quickly at the sound of footsteps and the door being opened, he looks a little alarmed before relaxing at the sight of Jason. He accepts the touch immediately, leaning into him and squeaking a little before looking over curiously at the headphones and earmuffs. He frowns a bit but takes off his hood and moves to put the earmuffs over his ears but the fabric is a bit of a weird texture and it makes the sensitive skin on his ears feel weird. They block out a good amount of sound but it feels akin to if he was just putting his hands over his ears.
He takes them off pretty quickly and takes the headphones instead, placing them on. They feel better, giving enough room for his ears to stay in and the head wings to not get in the way. The noise cancelling is better and actually feels like it's doing something besides just muffling the noise via pressure. He seems pretty okay with them but doesn't say anything, instead just not taking them off and handing the earmuffs back to Jason.*
*Jason pulls back a bit so Damian can try on both of the accessories, paying close attention to his body language and actions. If Damian doesnt feel like or doesnt want to talk thats ok, Jason can understand him just fine like this.
He seems to not like the earmuffs, preferring the headphones and keeping them on his head which is a big yes in words. Jason happily takes the earmuffs, gesturing to the door to say hes putting them back. When he returns in the room he sits down next to Damian again, bringing his wing back around him.*
*Damian frowns a bit when Jason leaves again but perks up when he's back, head wings flapping a bit as Jason goes to put his wing around him again. Damian moves over to hug Jason, not saying anything and just hiding his face in his side. He sighs a bit.
The headphones make it easier, he should be able to do the rest of the trip, even though part of him just wants to go back home. He looks over to the bag with his shoes in it and looks at Jason curiously. He points at it, asking silently if he could put them on, considering they'd already bought them. He likes the shoes, and he's happy he gets to have them even though he feels overwhelmed by everything.*
*Jason smiles at him, bringing an arm around his shoulders and hugging him back, just letting the two of them stay here while he cards through Damians hair gently with his claws. He perks up when Damian looks up at him and points to the bag, leaning over to grab it and handing it over to Damian, giving him some space but still keeping a wing around him while he tries it on.*
*Damian takes it and bows his head in thanks, not feeling like talking right now. Jason doesn't usually mind when he gets like that so he lets it be, moving to take out the sneakers. He puts them on, taking off the old scuffed school shoes and putting them in the box instead. He ties the new laces and kicks his feet a bit, looking down at them.
He's happy with them. He wants them to be able to get the shopping trip done with, really, so he packs his old shoes away in the box and places them in the bag. He uses his talons to cut the tags off of the shoes and stands. His head wings flap for a second, still getting used to the feeling of the headphones being over where they tend to fold against, but it's not uncomfortable, just different. Damian glances at Jason a bit, tugging at the sleeves of his hoodie so they go over his hands.*
*Jason smiles, watching as Damian tries on the shoes, happy seeing that he seems to like them before tilting his head in confusion when Damian gets up and puts them away. He takes a second but realises hes ready to leave, standing up as well and just putting the feathers in the bag.
Jason holds on to Damians shoulder, unlocking and opening the door and leaving the room, walking back over and putting the earmuffs back before talking to the lady at the counter, putting a hand on the headphones to tell Damian hes going to take them off before doing so and quickly letting the lady scan them and paying, putting them back on after a walking out the door.*
You want to get clothes or just groceries?
*Damian walks with him, looking around a little and frowning a bit but letting Jason take the headphones to scan, chirping a little unintentionally when he gets them back.
He moves to hold onto Jason's hand, looking around the place a bit. He looks up at him and shrugs, looking down. He doesn't really want to choose right now, if anything. He'd like some clothes but he's not sure, he just wants Jason to choose whats easier because he's not sure what the right answer is and he doesn't want to make anymore choices. He hides his face a bit in Jason's side.*
*Jason gladly holds Damian’s hand, smiling down at him a bit sadly when he doesn’t choose anything and instead just hides himself in Jason’s side. They can get clothes another time, it’ll probably overwhelm Damian since they’ll have to go to another store and try out a bunch of stuff with so many different choices.*
You still wanna eat out?
*He offers, still wanting to give Damian some choice. Jason doesn’t mind either way honestly so really it depends on if Damian wants to go home as soon as possible.*
*Damian pauses briefly before nodding yes insistently. He'd still like to get some food, that was really the only reason why he wanted to come along besides just being able to get out of the apartment for once. He seems to perk up a bit more at that.
He hasn't really gone to any restaurants in a long while, and the headphones are helping with the noise. He can do that, if anything.*
*Jasons smile widens a bit, nuzzling his hair before continuing to walk over to the grocery store, taking out a shopping cart and letting go of Damians hand to do so. After thinking for a bit he takes out his phone, opening the list of groceries and making sure to cut out any notes he'd rather no one sees before handing it to Damian.*
I need your help, Habibi. You tell me what we have to get, kay?
*He says firmly like its an order but mostly as a game, a soft smile on his face. Jason has memorised most of the list anyways but might as well make it fun and so he doesnt have to hold both the cart and his phone. If Damian wants he can also add whatever he'd like to the list and Jason might conveniently not notice.*
*Damian raises his eyebrow but takes the phone in his hands and looks the list over intently. It's mostly food items, some are things Damian's never really heard of, but he doesn't really know how to cook anything, so he supposes that's probably why. He looks to Jason.*
I don't know where anything is...are we simply going down the list?
*He says a little quietly, though enough for Jason to hear him. The headphones make it sound weird when he speaks, but it's better than just dealing with the noises of the store and everything else. He looks around the store a bit curiously, the lights are too bright and annoying to his eyes, but he's fairly used to the fluorescents of Gotham Academy so it's not that much of an issue, and it's not too bad when he looks down.*
Yep. You just have to say them.
*Jason hums, letting his voice reach its normal volume since Damian anyways has the headphones on. Its honestly a bit of an adjustment since hes used to speaking ever lower and softer than usual all the time since hes conscious of hurting Damians ears. He brings a hand to Damians shoulder, moving to enter the store and putting the hand back to steer the cart, gesturing for Damian to follow.*
*Damian hums in response, walking with Jason and glancing a bit more around. He's never really been in a grocery store before...which feels pretentious, but he never really had to, and the place is strange looking, people everywhere with their shopping carts going about, soft and muffled music, the dinging from the registers, the echoing all around. It's as if he's plugging his ears very firmly without any of the pain, it's nice.
He rattles off the different list items when Jason collects things, getting dramatically annoyed when he 'goes too slow.' with it, and how absurd he finds the sorting and formatting of the shop, definitely more talkative than before, he only asks for Jason to get some more fruit from fruit salads, considering he had enjoyed what he had eaten that morning, he only goes quiet again when they're at the register, simply staring down and away as they get their groceries and all. He speaks up again as they exit the store, rolling his eyes.*
One could argue that there are easier ways to do this sort of thing.
*He says, furrowing his brow a hint.*
*Jason pushes the cart and guides Damian as he goes to get all the ingredients on the list as he says them, smiling when the kid talks more and occasionally adding his own comments or snorting a bit.
The rows of shelves is a bit annoying because he has to make sure his wings are pinned and folded back to take as little space as possible. For any normal avian it would be fairly easy but since Jason is one of the rarer vulture species with some of the largest wings its not the best.
He manages without complaint though, getting all the groceries and paying, handing his cash to the teenage cashier who seems to done with being here to really care about anything but scanning the groceries.*
Well, some people just order all their groceries online and get them to their door.
*He chuckles a bit, continuing to push the trolley as they are still in the same building.*
That feels like there is room for mistake. Especially considering how ordering specific fruits and other items can become difficult when you do not have a visual example in front of you. I believe they would do well with an easier layout and less violent lighting among other things. The shelving is despicable.
*He follows while rolling his eyes and messing with the sleeves of his hoodie, he sticks close to Jason, but not as much as before, seeming more relaxed. Not fully, considering they're in public, but he seems less like he might be a step away from a panic attack.*
Where are we going now?
Well, we could go to Walmart? They don't sell food though.
*Jason laughs a bit. When Ra's literally bought him Walmart Jason of course brought Damian along as well as Ra's, Talia and all those shareholders who would come. It was probably a security risk but it was also a fun family outing he supposes. Closest thing he has to a family. Bruce and Ra's really should battle for being the worst head of the two of them, he would pay to watch that.*
You wanted to eat out so we'll do that.
*Damian scoffs with an eyeroll at the memory of them all going to a Walmart of all places, it was a strange and almost embarrassing effort done by Grandfather, but it was enjoyable for what it was.*
It's not your birthday yet, you will have to wait until we do any more Walmart excursions. Perhaps we can buy more of Walmart this year.
*Damian jokes, looking at Jason curiously at the last bit.*
I would like that yes...but if you do not wish to, we don't have to.
*He looks down at his feet at that with a small shrug that's a little sad and awkward compared to his demeanor prior.*
*Jason barks a laugh at that, bringing one of his hands over his face to hide it and his fangs before humming and putting his hand back on the cart.*
Of course. You'll have ta pick where we go, though. I cannot make this decision without you, my liege
*He says with a small smirk, tilting his head down to look at Damian. Before when he was braindead and also adjusting after the pit he really didnt have much free will, just trained to have instincts to fight and follow orders.
Some orders more... some orders not related to a mission. Damian of course doesnt know about that part but the only free will he had was protecting Damian. They said they dont even know why but in his braindead mind something connect Damian with someone to protect. He would go against any orders and act out of his own will or as much of it as he had just to protect and comfort the kid and everyone at the league just decided to leave it alone considering he would kill them without hesitation if they intervened, regardless of his orders.*
Right...well I don't know any restaurants, so I can't make any suggestions.
*Damian says with a small shrug. He's happy to be back with Jason, one of the only people who's ever really let him feel safe. He's known him the longest, and regardless of his bonds with some of the others, Jason has always been the strongest. Richard- Grayson, was different than the others, closer because he was all he had for a good while when Father was missing and presumed dead, even though he's betrayed him now.
But Jason was even more than that. He was safety, closeness and warmth. Whereas he and Grayson used to constantly be at each other's throats at the beginning, Jason was never that...Jason seemed to always understand. That wasn't a feeling Damian was used to having.*
Hm.. Well, we'll look around in the food court and we can check out anything that catches your eye.
*Jason hums, tilting his head and glancing up a bit in thought before looking back down at Damian and proposing the idea. He usually cooks for himself, eats whatever carcasses he can find or just doesnt eat so he doesnt know any places either other than those restaurants he mentioned earlier.*
*Damian hums a bit at that, moving a little closer to Jason but looking around a bit.*
I don't mind anything I suppose. I only do not want any meat...
*He mumbles the last bit, making a face and huffing. He's not sure if he likes malls really, he's only every been twice, now with Jason and once he had gone with Jonathan, Maya and Colin, considering Colin and Jonathan had been horrified at the fact Damian and Maya hadn't been before. They are noisy and strange, and Damian wasn't fond of the crowds.*
Of course, lets just look around, I'm not the best at picking
*Jason responds, pushing the cart along so they are at the food court, looking around and watching Damians reaction to see if hes interested in anything. He's honestly not even that hungry but if he doesnt eat Damian wont either.*
*Damian looks around at the different places in the court, most are fast food that look unappetizing or are wildly meat centered, but there's a few that seem nice...there seems to be a crêpe shop on one side, though that's mostly a desert food so Damian looks over it, a boba tea place, frozen yogurt, pizza place...there's an interesting looking pretzel stall that makes Damian pause. He's had a soft pretzel before while with Grayson once and he definitely liked it, compared to anything else he's gotten from different places.*
Could I get a pretzel...?
*He asks a little quietly, going to stand at Jason's side again and look up at him curiously, holding onto his sleeve.*
Yeah, sure.
*Jason smiles a bit, putting his cart to the side and taking out the two bags, one with the groceries and the other with Damians stuff. He holds on to Damians hand, making his way over to the pretzel stand and looking at the selections. Nothing really stands out to him considering its bread and there isnt anything spicy so he looks back at Damian.*
What do'ya want, Habibi?
*Damian smiles a little at the answer, taking Jason's hand without protest and walking with him towards the stand, looking over the menu and the food in the glass in front of them as they wait in the line. He points at baked soft pretzel.*
Can I get that?
*He asks quietly, looking up at Jason curiously. Its not exactly a whole meal but Damian doesn't mind and they ate breakfast late anyways, considering they didn't end up clothes shopping.*
Sure.
*He smiles, talking to the person running the stand and asking for only one of the baked soft pretzel. Jason isnt really hungry anyways so he just quickly pays, handing them the cash and a tip before taking the pretzel and handing it to Damian, moving out of the way so everyone behind them can go and leaning against the wall. He'll probably make a big lunch since they had breakfast only a few hours ago.*
*Damian takes it happily, but keeps his face still, looking more like the natural glare but with a small sparkle to his eye. He walks with Jason and sniffs the food before tasting it and making sure it tastes normal and there isn't anything in it, once he deems it okay he takes another bite. He doesn glance at Jason a bit.*
Are you going to get anything here..?
*He asks, furrowing his brow and looking him over almost suspiciously.*
