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You have to confess a deep rooted feeling towards someone close to you BUT you can only be extremely vague about it. An attempt at elaborating it would cause you mental haze, making the words get stuck in your throat.

Since I'm feeling merciful, you only have to tag one person. ;)

Oh no. A thousand curses upon you, anon. Not fun.

@illegallyaliveredhood @redhoodisalive

what? you hate the way i am?

No! That's too vague, too vague!

okay. alright. are you okay?

You don't think I actually hate you, right??

i mean…kinda. not really.

No...fuck It's not in the sense you think— I swear.

do you hate whatever’s wrong with me? like how i cope with shit??

It's....It's...huh? Why can't I think...?

you okay?

....?? Who am I talking to again...

me. jason. your brother.

The more I think....the foggier my mind becomes...

that’s weird. maybe stop thinking…?

But..there is something important there. I...I was going to say something..

i know. take your time. you need anything?

Wha…how do you know that…??

…

i was just saying that to be reassuring. i don’t actually know. but i know you had something to say.

Hmm… you know

….I don’t hate you at all. Can never hate you….

seriously? why’d you say that? that you hate the way i am?

I don’t know….can’t remember. I don’t know why…it’s just so scrambled..

take your time. calm down. you don’t need to explain it to me right now. or ever, actually.

I have to. How else would you know what I mean? You must know it..

i don’t have to know it. i would like to, but still.

.....I will tell you; when I remember, I will.

alright. i’ll wait. now, do you need anything?

Probably something to eat. Haven't eaten since breakfast.

‘kay. anything specific?

No, not really. You can get anything you like.

i’ll make pancakes. unless you want me to buy something?

Pancakes are great. Thank you, akhi.

of course. thank you for being the best little brother.

Huh..? The best little brother?

…yeah?

Oh. I… don’t think I qualify for that title really..

well, you do. trust me.

Surely not? I mean you’ve got Duke..and Tim..

damian. you’re the best little brother. alright? i love duke and tim too.

I— sigh. Alright…

I love you akhi.

i love you too.

….

How was your day?

it was okay. you?

Fine. Nothing much happening here really.

damn. if you ever feel lonely, yknow you can come over. right?

#// humongous house too #//You think he talks to himself to fill the silence and it just echoes #//maybe that’s why he likes animals so much #<- // baby :((

…I wouldn’t want to bother you everyday.

Magic anon: ꩜ Daze ꩜

Since I'm feeling merciful, you only have to tag one person. ;)

Oh no. A thousand curses upon you, anon. Not fun.

@illegallyaliveredhood @redhoodisalive

what? you hate the way i am?

No! That's too vague, too vague!

okay. alright. are you okay?

You don't think I actually hate you, right??

i mean…kinda. not really.

No...fuck It's not in the sense you think— I swear.

do you hate whatever’s wrong with me? like how i cope with shit??

It's....It's...huh? Why can't I think...?

you okay?

....?? Who am I talking to again...

me. jason. your brother.

The more I think....the foggier my mind becomes...

that’s weird. maybe stop thinking…?

But..there is something important there. I...I was going to say something..

i know. take your time. you need anything?

Wha…how do you know that…??

…

i was just saying that to be reassuring. i don’t actually know. but i know you had something to say.

Hmm… you know

….I don’t hate you at all. Can never hate you….

seriously? why’d you say that? that you hate the way i am?

I don’t know….can’t remember. I don’t know why…it’s just so scrambled..

take your time. calm down. you don’t need to explain it to me right now. or ever, actually.

I have to. How else would you know what I mean? You must know it..

i don’t have to know it. i would like to, but still.

.....I will tell you; when I remember, I will.

alright. i’ll wait. now, do you need anything?

Probably something to eat. Haven't eaten since breakfast.

‘kay. anything specific?

No, not really. You can get anything you like.

i’ll make pancakes. unless you want me to buy something?

Pancakes are great. Thank you, akhi.

of course. thank you for being the best little brother.

Huh..? The best little brother?

…yeah?

Oh. I… don’t think I qualify for that title really..

well, you do. trust me.

Surely not? I mean you’ve got Duke..and Tim..

damian. you’re the best little brother. alright? i love duke and tim too.

I— sigh. Alright…

I love you akhi.

i love you too.

….

How was your day?

it was okay. you?

#// damian feels lonely cuz duke goes for day patrol and bruce goes for work

Fine. Nothing much happening here really.

gcus-biggest-lax-star

Happy birthday, Jax. I got you star shaped macarons. Wasn’t quite sure what flavor you’d prefer so I got two of each flavor.

— @theoriginal-robin-ofgotham

OMG THANK YOU ROBIN!!!! and i’ll take whatever you’ve got dude i’m not picky.

#// damian internally all sunshines and rainbows btw

I’m glad you find them delightful. What’re you doing for your birthday?

Magic anon: ꩜ Daze ꩜

Since I'm feeling merciful, you only have to tag one person. ;)

Oh no. A thousand curses upon you, anon. Not fun.

@illegallyaliveredhood

Robin? You good?

You and me both; are you fine otherwise?

....Fine.

Just...forget about it.

Okay..

Forget about what?

Good.

I never had the heart to tell you about my bitterness, but it's not what you think, I swear it's not. It's....it's...uhm, huh...? Why can't I remember anything..?

You don't have to be nice about it for my sake, Dami, don't worry about it. I already know.

You sure you're okay, though?

No you don't. I don't hate you, but at the same time I do but! It's not...not? Huh?! Holyshit I can't think...

Now you're just being confusing; don't make your words nicer just for me or whatever.

That's definitely a.. problem. Maybe go back to the manor and rest up.

I'm not! I swear I'm not! Fuck you anon..

No. You...What are you interpreting this as??

I seriously don't get it.

What do you mean, Damian?

I'm...I'm really trying to explain it— but the anon curse won't let me.

...Why do you think I hate you??

Explain.. what? What did they do?

You just said that— I don't get what I'm not understanding here other than why you keep acting like someone drugged you. Did someone drug you??

Under the influence of magic, Jason. You have to understand that there is way more to my word—

My—? I— ? .....

.....

....Does magic count as a drug?

Ah, I see. Makes sense. You aren't harmed in any way, right? Physically at least.

No, probably not. Look— I'll just come over, where are you.

....What if I said yes? Hypothetically...

East end.

Then I'd come over and help you of course? Are you hypothetically injured?

Got it. Anything else to help me find you?

I don't think it's the kind of impairment you can help with.

No. Just— come.

Then I'll just be there for you.

Okay? I'm coming as fast as I can.

I...ok.

Waiting..

Jason grapples over to East End, looking around and jumping between buildings before he finds Damian and running over.

"Robin."

The modulated voice calls out but even then the concern comes through.

Robin doesn't hear Hood call him, he sits between the shadow of two AC units, hunching over and muttering something to himself.

"Think...so much to think...can't remember a single thing...why.. why can't I speak up..?"

Jason moves to come over, crouching a bit so he's right in front of Damian and keeps his palms out to look a bit non threatening.

"Dami..?"

He whispers softly, hoping no one else hears.

Damian looks up at Jason and releases a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

“Akhi… hello.” He says, voice barely above a whisper.

His mind felt like someone had just stuffed his skull to the brim with cotton. Regret looms heavy in the air. It practically shattered Damian’s heart with how easily his brother just— accepted that he hated him. He didn’t; he meant to say the walls Jason had built, the way he keeps distancing himself, but…

Every time he tries to talk….his throat closes impossibly tight and fills him with anxiety like a cruel force.

“….Sorry to hinder your patrols again.” Damian grits out with an apologetic smile.

Jason moves over to grab Damian and lift him up onto the same roof as Jason so they don't put too much weight on to the AC units, bringing Damian into his lap before letting him sit by himself.

"Hi, habibi."

He says softly, fixing Damian's hair a bit. There is no change in his behaviour, the still care and kindness Jason always had for Damian staying. It was like what Damian said didn't change anything.

It didn't—not really. It only confirmed what Jason had in his mind; it changed nothing about what Jason felt about Damian other than not wanting to upset or disturb the boy with his presence.

"No worry. How are you feeling?"

Damian stares straight into Jason’s eyes through the helmet, that’s all he could do. He half wishes the white lenses of his domino could speak for him, say the things that wouldn’t dare leave his mouth.

He leans into the touch, the feeling of guilt poking his chest like a reminder, almost taunting him. “ ‘m fine… it’ll pass.” Damian whispers, subconsciously bringing a hand over his neck, where the vocal cord is.

Jason doesn't really notice the staring, just thinking it's normal and not some cry for help. He blinks when Damian seems to not lean away from him in disgust or anything like that, cupping the boys face.

Jason supposes nothing has changed; that was just what Damian has felt this entire time so however he acted before shouldn't change much. Part of him is happy for it; the other part of him feels like he's just been lied to this entire time.

"Okay.. we can go back to the manor?"

He offers, softly, tilting his head.

Damian shakes his head vehemently at the mere mention of the manor. He couldn’t go yet; he has to wait for the magic to wear out, he has to tell Jason everything, he has to clear the air. Has to, has to, has to.

Strange anxiety brews in him, bile threatening to creep up his throat. He swallows thickly and feels the split skin of his knuckles through his gloves.

“Not the manor….please. I mean— of course, but— not now….” He stumbles over his words, voice uncharacteristically shaky.

Jason frowns at that reaction, retracting his hands and looking Damian over.

"Okay— okay— We won't go to the manor. We can't stay out here though.. Safe house?"

He comforts, his hands coming up to try calm Damian down. He doesn't really understand why he's so panicked but Jason assumes it's because he doesn't want anyone to see him like this right now. Jason distantly wonders why Damian even wants him around but pushes that feeling down.

Damian resists a sigh of relief, swallowing down the acid rising steadily behind his throat. It was starting to burn now.

“Well…safe house is…fine. I suppose.” He nods, moving to stand up and immediately regrets it. His mind was beyond hazy, vertigo taking over his vision. The ground comes up to him…or was he the one falling? You know, he really couldn’t tell.

Jason moves to hold Damian up automatically, one arm around his shoulders and the other on Damian's chest. His eyebrows knit together in concern and he moves to stand up and lean down to Damian's level.

"Whoa.. Can I.. uh, pick you up?"

He offers, hesitantly, just wanting to help.

"...Sure."

Damian's stomach tumbles like an off-beat washing machine. He lets himself be hauled up by Jason, guilt spiking again. Why does he still offer help? Why did he leave his patrol just because Damian asked? He should've refused, gotten mad at Damian. Maybe then...it wouldn't be as painful...

A part of him didn't even want to admit that Jason truly believed that Damian hates him. The thought alone, was practically eating him alive.

He buries his face in the crook of Jason's armored neck, devoid of any warmth, some part out of shame, some part to keep him from retching out acid. Damian tightly wraps around Jason, hoping the message reaches. I don't hate you, I can never hate you.

Jason helps Damian stand up properly, still holding the boy. He blinks when Damian buries himself in Jason before sighing and pressing a kiss to his hair, hoping that wasn't too much.

The words echo in his mind: I hate the way you are—not completely hating Jason himself. Maybe he just hates Jason's personality or something but likes what he does for him? That makes sense, most people are like that like.. Bruce. It's whatever; Jason can work with that.

"Okay.. lets go."

He hums, picking Damian up and putting him on Jason's hip.

As Jason presses a kiss to his hair, Damian's dread only worsens, his sickness rising. He wanted to tell Jason so many things, wanted to reassure his akhi but he couldn't. He fears if he opens his mouth now, he might just hurl.

So he waits, cheek pressed against cold armor. Praying the sickness passes.

Jason's concern rises when Damian doesn't even say anything in response but just continues, making his way to the closest safe house. He only uses the grapple a few times since there's two of them and he doesn't want to disturb Damian.

When they get there he places Damian on the couch before closing the window again.

"What are you feeling?"

He asks softly, walking over to crouch in front of the younger.

Damian removes his domino mask, irritating the sensitive skin and looks up at Jason with impossibly guilt ridden eyes. He swallows the burning bile down, pressing his lips in a thin line.

"....Sorry." Is all that comes out.

Jason tilts his head, misinterpreting the guilt as Damian being upset that he bothered Jason with looking after him—like the younger always does. Jason wishes he could comfort him enough to not feel like a burden.

"Hey, there's no reason to be sorry. You aren't bothering me or anything. Do you want pain meds or anything?"

Damian shakes his head and grits his teeth. Jason shouldn't be this normal with him, he shouldn't be ok with it. It didn't make sense to Damian at all. Just...how many people have failed his brother for him to be so...fine with it?

"There is every reason to be sorry." He states, scratching at his bare, split knuckles.

Jason moves to take off the helmet, a small hissing sound coming out before placing it on the table. Now his concerned expression is fully in view, wrinkles between his eyebrows in worry.

"I don't.. You don't have to be sorry, Damian. Anyways I'd forgive you. How about you just sleep? That might help?"

He trails off, still confused. He doesn't really get what Damian is talking about and just wants his little brother to be okay.

Damian shakes his head again, feeling powerless over his words. What could he say? How could he make Jason understand without his throat closing and stomach churning?

"But I am." He tries to emphasize, "I really am. I could never hate you, Jason. I can't—I swear—"

Damian swallows for the umpteenth time, exhaling through his nose and brings a hand over his neck.

Jason isn't sure what Damian means, sighing and looking down.

"You don't— You don't need to feel bad about what you said Dami. It's all okay. I know it was the spell. Right now I need you to rest."

He tries. He just wants to help because that's the only thing he can do; the only thing that will make him useful enough so Damian will let him stay around. And he's still concerned about the boy.

Before Damian could speak, an overwhelming feeling of sickness surges through him. This time, he doesn't think he has enough time to swallow the bile.

Fighting his vertigo, he attempts to get off the couch and stumbles down. He dashes towards the trash bin, barely keeping it together— he couches down beside the can and throws up in the can. Surely the day can't get any worse from here, can it?

Jason is caught off guard by Damian running off, his eyes widening before he watches the boy run off and retch in the bin, his eyes widening before standing up and taking his jacket off, walking over and bringing an arm around Damian's stomach to hold him up.

"Oh, habibi. It's okay, it's okay."

He comforts, holding up the boys hair so it's out of his face and rubbing his back.

Damian's throat burns, his ears ringing, chest aching painfully. He couldn't make sense of anything. A part of him was glad he didn't eat anything after breakfast, he reckons he wouldn't have been able to hold it if he did.

Somehow amidst the chaos in his body, when he hears Jason's voice, filled with nothing but concern, it made him feel worse than any physical sickness could. He didn't deserve it, he doesn't deserve it. A choked sob escapes him, when will it be over?

Jason just continues to hold Damian up and rub his back, waiting for it to be over.

"I know it hurts, I know.."

He mumbles softly when Damian makes a sobbing sound, just staying near the boy. He'll have to throw the entire bin out but right now he's just focused on making sure Damian is okay.

Once he makes sure the last of it was over, Damian slumps on the floor, the sickness easing; yet the strange guilt still lingers, swirling slowly in his chest. He wasn’t sure what he was feeling such emotions for anymore. Nothing made sense, as if he were living a really bad nightmare.

He couldn’t bear to look at Jason’s face, so he looks at his hands instead.

“….The basis of the spell itself is flawed.” He whispers hoarsely.

Jason sighs, tucking Damian's hair back and still holding the boy up. He grabs the sleeve of his jacket and drags it closer with one hand—the other still kept around Damian—and fishes out a wet wipe, cleaning his face. Thankfully he managed not to get it anywhere else but the trash bin. A small win.

"Ha. Yeah. I'll deal with it. Better now?"

He asks softly, letting Damian stay in this position since he seems comfortable.

Damian shrugs weakly, the ringing in his ear really starting to irk him now. He feels spent, as if he just got gutted out like a fish— well, in a way he did.

He tries to straighten up to move to the couch but as soon as he moves— a sharp ache spikes in his chest. Damian swallows thickly and hunches, hoping Jason didn’t catch that.

“What do you mean deal with it?” He asks quietly.

Jason keeps his hold on Damian, his arms staying around his shoulders and on the boys chest even when he hunches over.

"Just with.. the vomit and everything. Don't worry about it; I'll take care of it; I'll take care of you."

He explains, moving Damian a bit away from the bin. Jason can look after him, he can do that much at least.

Damian’s breath hitches, the words practically sucker punch him square in the face as Jason says them. He feels like an imposter, he doesn’t deserve any of this. He opens his mouth to speak but tears well in his eyes instead.

Despite the agonizing ache in his body, he forces himself to move and tentatively wraps around Jason in a weak hold, biting the inside of his cheek to keep him from sobbing audibly.

"Hey, it's okay—"

Jason starts, seeing the tears welling up in Damian's eyes and how crushed he looks before being wrapped in a hug. He blinks a bit before reciprocating it—tighter since Damian can't but not enough to hurt especially with how delicate he is now.

Damian’s chest shakes as he so desperately suppresses his pained sobs. With every passing minute, Damian’s thoughts slowly grew more and more muddled as his mind kept thinking of explanations, loopholes, something, anything.

“ ‘m s’ry, so s’ry.…don’t hate you…never did…never can..promise.. I promise you akhi…”

He had gone way past the point of rationality, he feels delirious. If one could get drunk from magic, this is how he imagines it’d feel like.

Jason holds Damian close to him, confused but rubbing his back gently in circles.

"Shh... It's okay, it's okay. I believe you. I love you so much, okay? I could never hate you."

He comforts, kissing Damian's hair. Jason thinks this has to be the magic—even when Damian is injured on the field he's never his delirious and out of it. It reminds him more of when Damian was younger almost..

#i havent read absolute batman but like i need MORE #<- // ITS SO GOOD def recommend 💯

“How can it be fine?” Damian almost whines, voice shaking impossibly and gasps a deep breath.

“….How can it be fine if you….you— how can you assume I don’t want you around?! How…”

Damian feels his throat closing in but he persists; Could it hurt his throat? Possibly. Did he care? Not one bit.

“I hate you….I hate when— when you distance y’rself..and hurt yerself…and…and..don’t take care of yourself…”

Magic anon: ꩜ Daze ꩜

Since I'm feeling merciful, you only have to tag one person. ;)

Oh no. A thousand curses upon you, anon. Not fun.

@illegallyaliveredhood

Robin? You good?

You and me both; are you fine otherwise?

....Fine.

Just...forget about it.

Okay..

Forget about what?

Good.

I never had the heart to tell you about my bitterness, but it's not what you think, I swear it's not. It's....it's...uhm, huh...? Why can't I remember anything..?

You don't have to be nice about it for my sake, Dami, don't worry about it. I already know.

You sure you're okay, though?

No you don't. I don't hate you, but at the same time I do but! It's not...not? Huh?! Holyshit I can't think...

Now you're just being confusing; don't make your words nicer just for me or whatever.

That's definitely a.. problem. Maybe go back to the manor and rest up.

I'm not! I swear I'm not! Fuck you anon..

No. You...What are you interpreting this as??

I seriously don't get it.

What do you mean, Damian?

I'm...I'm really trying to explain it— but the anon curse won't let me.

...Why do you think I hate you??

Explain.. what? What did they do?

You just said that— I don't get what I'm not understanding here other than why you keep acting like someone drugged you. Did someone drug you??

Under the influence of magic, Jason. You have to understand that there is way more to my word—

My—? I— ? .....

.....

....Does magic count as a drug?

Ah, I see. Makes sense. You aren't harmed in any way, right? Physically at least.

No, probably not. Look— I'll just come over, where are you.

....What if I said yes? Hypothetically...

East end.

Then I'd come over and help you of course? Are you hypothetically injured?

Got it. Anything else to help me find you?

I don't think it's the kind of impairment you can help with.

No. Just— come.

Then I'll just be there for you.

Okay? I'm coming as fast as I can.

I...ok.

Waiting..

Jason grapples over to East End, looking around and jumping between buildings before he finds Damian and running over.

"Robin."

The modulated voice calls out but even then the concern comes through.

Robin doesn't hear Hood call him, he sits between the shadow of two AC units, hunching over and muttering something to himself.

"Think...so much to think...can't remember a single thing...why.. why can't I speak up..?"

Jason moves to come over, crouching a bit so he's right in front of Damian and keeps his palms out to look a bit non threatening.

"Dami..?"

He whispers softly, hoping no one else hears.

Damian looks up at Jason and releases a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

“Akhi… hello.” He says, voice barely above a whisper.

Every time he tries to talk….his throat closes impossibly tight and fills him with anxiety like a cruel force.

“….Sorry to hinder your patrols again.” Damian grits out with an apologetic smile.

Jason moves over to grab Damian and lift him up onto the same roof as Jason so they don't put too much weight on to the AC units, bringing Damian into his lap before letting him sit by himself.

"Hi, habibi."

He says softly, fixing Damian's hair a bit. There is no change in his behaviour, the still care and kindness Jason always had for Damian staying. It was like what Damian said didn't change anything.

It didn't—not really. It only confirmed what Jason had in his mind; it changed nothing about what Jason felt about Damian other than not wanting to upset or disturb the boy with his presence.

"No worry. How are you feeling?"

"Okay.. we can go back to the manor?"

He offers, softly, tilting his head.

Strange anxiety brews in him, bile threatening to creep up his throat. He swallows thickly and feels the split skin of his knuckles through his gloves.

“Not the manor….please. I mean— of course, but— not now….” He stumbles over his words, voice uncharacteristically shaky.

Jason frowns at that reaction, retracting his hands and looking Damian over.

"Okay— okay— We won't go to the manor. We can't stay out here though.. Safe house?"

Damian resists a sigh of relief, swallowing down the acid rising steadily behind his throat. It was starting to burn now.

"Whoa.. Can I.. uh, pick you up?"

He offers, hesitantly, just wanting to help.

"...Sure."

A part of him didn't even want to admit that Jason truly believed that Damian hates him. The thought alone, was practically eating him alive.

Jason helps Damian stand up properly, still holding the boy. He blinks when Damian buries himself in Jason before sighing and pressing a kiss to his hair, hoping that wasn't too much.

"Okay.. lets go."

He hums, picking Damian up and putting him on Jason's hip.

So he waits, cheek pressed against cold armor. Praying the sickness passes.

When they get there he places Damian on the couch before closing the window again.

"What are you feeling?"

He asks softly, walking over to crouch in front of the younger.

Damian removes his domino mask, irritating the sensitive skin and looks up at Jason with impossibly guilt ridden eyes. He swallows the burning bile down, pressing his lips in a thin line.

"....Sorry." Is all that comes out.

"Hey, there's no reason to be sorry. You aren't bothering me or anything. Do you want pain meds or anything?"

"There is every reason to be sorry." He states, scratching at his bare, split knuckles.

Jason moves to take off the helmet, a small hissing sound coming out before placing it on the table. Now his concerned expression is fully in view, wrinkles between his eyebrows in worry.

"I don't.. You don't have to be sorry, Damian. Anyways I'd forgive you. How about you just sleep? That might help?"

He trails off, still confused. He doesn't really get what Damian is talking about and just wants his little brother to be okay.

Damian shakes his head again, feeling powerless over his words. What could he say? How could he make Jason understand without his throat closing and stomach churning?

"But I am." He tries to emphasize, "I really am. I could never hate you, Jason. I can't—I swear—"

Damian swallows for the umpteenth time, exhaling through his nose and brings a hand over his neck.

Jason isn't sure what Damian means, sighing and looking down.

"You don't— You don't need to feel bad about what you said Dami. It's all okay. I know it was the spell. Right now I need you to rest."

He tries. He just wants to help because that's the only thing he can do; the only thing that will make him useful enough so Damian will let him stay around. And he's still concerned about the boy.

Before Damian could speak, an overwhelming feeling of sickness surges through him. This time, he doesn't think he has enough time to swallow the bile.

"Oh, habibi. It's okay, it's okay."

He comforts, holding up the boys hair so it's out of his face and rubbing his back.

Jason just continues to hold Damian up and rub his back, waiting for it to be over.

"I know it hurts, I know.."

He mumbles softly when Damian makes a sobbing sound, just staying near the boy. He'll have to throw the entire bin out but right now he's just focused on making sure Damian is okay.

He couldn’t bear to look at Jason’s face, so he looks at his hands instead.

“….The basis of the spell itself is flawed.” He whispers hoarsely.

"Ha. Yeah. I'll deal with it. Better now?"

He asks softly, letting Damian stay in this position since he seems comfortable.

Damian shrugs weakly, the ringing in his ear really starting to irk him now. He feels spent, as if he just got gutted out like a fish— well, in a way he did.

He tries to straighten up to move to the couch but as soon as he moves— a sharp ache spikes in his chest. Damian swallows thickly and hunches, hoping Jason didn’t catch that.

“What do you mean deal with it?” He asks quietly.

Jason keeps his hold on Damian, his arms staying around his shoulders and on the boys chest even when he hunches over.

"Just with.. the vomit and everything. Don't worry about it; I'll take care of it; I'll take care of you."

He explains, moving Damian a bit away from the bin. Jason can look after him, he can do that much at least.

Despite the agonizing ache in his body, he forces himself to move and tentatively wraps around Jason in a weak hold, biting the inside of his cheek to keep him from sobbing audibly.

"Hey, it's okay—"

#// it was indeed an among us ref twin 🥹✌️#// bruh i need duke content sb….dc…dc when I catch you…

“ ‘m s’ry, so s’ry.…don’t hate you…never did…never can..promise.. I promise you akhi…”

He had gone way past the point of rationality, he feels delirious. If one could get drunk from magic, this is how he imagines it’d feel like.

If you are still a racoon you transform back but get stuck partway being stuck with the ears and tail

If you are not a racoon anymore, you get the ears and tail back

alright. i guess i have tails and ears.

But you already had cat ears, didn't you? Does this mean you have two types of animal ears?

the cat ears are gone. i only had them for 24 hours.

Ohhh that makes sense.

I got cat ears a while ago and I don't know how long does it last

huh. weird. maybe they’ll go away soon.

Anon gave me titus’s ears yesterday.

That's cooool. I got Snowshoe cat ears

I think they suit you quite well.

Magic anon: ꩜ Daze ꩜

Since I'm feeling merciful, you only have to tag one person. ;)

Oh no. A thousand curses upon you, anon. Not fun.

@illegallyaliveredhood @redhoodisalive

what? you hate the way i am?

No! That's too vague, too vague!

okay. alright. are you okay?

You don't think I actually hate you, right??

i mean…kinda. not really.

No...fuck It's not in the sense you think— I swear.

do you hate whatever’s wrong with me? like how i cope with shit??

It's....It's...huh? Why can't I think...?

you okay?

....?? Who am I talking to again...

me. jason. your brother.

The more I think....the foggier my mind becomes...

that’s weird. maybe stop thinking…?

But..there is something important there. I...I was going to say something..

i know. take your time. you need anything?

Wha…how do you know that…??

…

i was just saying that to be reassuring. i don’t actually know. but i know you had something to say.

Hmm… you know

….I don’t hate you at all. Can never hate you….

seriously? why’d you say that? that you hate the way i am?

I don’t know….can’t remember. I don’t know why…it’s just so scrambled..

take your time. calm down. you don’t need to explain it to me right now. or ever, actually.

I have to. How else would you know what I mean? You must know it..

i don’t have to know it. i would like to, but still.

.....I will tell you; when I remember, I will.

alright. i’ll wait. now, do you need anything?

Probably something to eat. Haven't eaten since breakfast.

‘kay. anything specific?

No, not really. You can get anything you like.

i’ll make pancakes. unless you want me to buy something?

Pancakes are great. Thank you, akhi.

of course. thank you for being the best little brother.

Huh..? The best little brother?

…yeah?

Oh. I… don’t think I qualify for that title really..

well, you do. trust me.

Surely not? I mean you’ve got Duke..and Tim..

damian. you’re the best little brother. alright? i love duke and tim too.

I— sigh. Alright…

I love you akhi.

i love you too.

….

How was your day?

Magic anon: ꩜ Daze ꩜

Since I'm feeling merciful, you only have to tag one person. ;)

Oh no. A thousand curses upon you, anon. Not fun.

@illegallyaliveredhood @redhoodisalive

what? you hate the way i am?

No! That's too vague, too vague!

okay. alright. are you okay?

You don't think I actually hate you, right??

i mean…kinda. not really.

No...fuck It's not in the sense you think— I swear.

do you hate whatever’s wrong with me? like how i cope with shit??

It's....It's...huh? Why can't I think...?

you okay?

....?? Who am I talking to again...

me. jason. your brother.

The more I think....the foggier my mind becomes...

that’s weird. maybe stop thinking…?

But..there is something important there. I...I was going to say something..

i know. take your time. you need anything?

Wha…how do you know that…??

…

i was just saying that to be reassuring. i don’t actually know. but i know you had something to say.

Hmm… you know

….I don’t hate you at all. Can never hate you….

seriously? why’d you say that? that you hate the way i am?

I don’t know….can’t remember. I don’t know why…it’s just so scrambled..

take your time. calm down. you don’t need to explain it to me right now. or ever, actually.

I have to. How else would you know what I mean? You must know it..

i don’t have to know it. i would like to, but still.

.....I will tell you; when I remember, I will.

alright. i’ll wait. now, do you need anything?

Probably something to eat. Haven't eaten since breakfast.

‘kay. anything specific?

No, not really. You can get anything you like.

i’ll make pancakes. unless you want me to buy something?

Pancakes are great. Thank you, akhi.

of course. thank you for being the best little brother.

Huh..? The best little brother?

…yeah?

Oh. I… don’t think I qualify for that title really..

well, you do. trust me.

Surely not? I mean you’ve got Duke..and Tim..

damian. you’re the best little brother. alright? i love duke and tim too.

I— sigh. Alright…

I love you akhi.

If you are still a racoon you transform back but get stuck partway being stuck with the ears and tail

If you are not a racoon anymore, you get the ears and tail back

alright. i guess i have tails and ears.

But you already had cat ears, didn't you? Does this mean you have two types of animal ears?

the cat ears are gone. i only had them for 24 hours.

Ohhh that makes sense.

I got cat ears a while ago and I don't know how long does it last

huh. weird. maybe they’ll go away soon.

#damian asks #dc #dc comics #damian robin #damian al ghul #batman #dc universe #robin damian #damian wayne #dc robin

Anon gave me titus’s ears yesterday.

If every one of your siblings got aged down and had to fight…are you winning?

Absolutely. They stand no chance.

Magic anon: ꩜ Daze ꩜

Since I'm feeling merciful, you only have to tag one person. ;)

Oh no. A thousand curses upon you, anon. Not fun.

@illegallyaliveredhood @redhoodisalive

what? you hate the way i am?

No! That's too vague, too vague!

okay. alright. are you okay?

You don't think I actually hate you, right??

i mean…kinda. not really.

No...fuck It's not in the sense you think— I swear.

do you hate whatever’s wrong with me? like how i cope with shit??

It's....It's...huh? Why can't I think...?

you okay?

....?? Who am I talking to again...

me. jason. your brother.

The more I think....the foggier my mind becomes...

that’s weird. maybe stop thinking…?

But..there is something important there. I...I was going to say something..

i know. take your time. you need anything?

Wha…how do you know that…??

…

i was just saying that to be reassuring. i don’t actually know. but i know you had something to say.

Hmm… you know

….I don’t hate you at all. Can never hate you….

seriously? why’d you say that? that you hate the way i am?

I don’t know….can’t remember. I don’t know why…it’s just so scrambled..

take your time. calm down. you don’t need to explain it to me right now. or ever, actually.

I have to. How else would you know what I mean? You must know it..

i don’t have to know it. i would like to, but still.

.....I will tell you; when I remember, I will.

alright. i’ll wait. now, do you need anything?

Probably something to eat. Haven't eaten since breakfast.

‘kay. anything specific?

No, not really. You can get anything you like.

i’ll make pancakes. unless you want me to buy something?

Pancakes are great. Thank you, akhi.

of course. thank you for being the best little brother.

Huh..? The best little brother?

…yeah?

Oh. I… don’t think I qualify for that title really..

well, you do. trust me.

Surely not? I mean you’ve got Duke..and Tim..

Who doesn't fucking love being caught in an explosion.

What? Where are you??

I got out, don't worry.

How did you get caught up in that?

red-plutoo

I know In my soul if baby Damian was in Gotham he would’ve randomly given Bruce so many squirrels before he realised that’s probably not a good idea

cnnrsarrow

Conner, long time no see. How have you been?

— @theoriginal-robin-ofgotham

I’ve been doing fine, just here, doing whatever. How about you? Anything new going on?

Hah, I’m afraid it’s the same here as well.

Magic anon: ꩜ Daze ꩜

Since I'm feeling merciful, you only have to tag one person. ;)

Oh no. A thousand curses upon you, anon. Not fun.

@illegallyaliveredhood @redhoodisalive

what? you hate the way i am?

No! That's too vague, too vague!

okay. alright. are you okay?

You don't think I actually hate you, right??

i mean…kinda. not really.

No...fuck It's not in the sense you think— I swear.

do you hate whatever’s wrong with me? like how i cope with shit??

It's....It's...huh? Why can't I think...?

you okay?

....?? Who am I talking to again...

me. jason. your brother.

The more I think....the foggier my mind becomes...

that’s weird. maybe stop thinking…?

But..there is something important there. I...I was going to say something..

i know. take your time. you need anything?

Wha…how do you know that…??

…

i was just saying that to be reassuring. i don’t actually know. but i know you had something to say.

Hmm… you know

….I don’t hate you at all. Can never hate you….

seriously? why’d you say that? that you hate the way i am?

I don’t know….can’t remember. I don’t know why…it’s just so scrambled..

take your time. calm down. you don’t need to explain it to me right now. or ever, actually.

I have to. How else would you know what I mean? You must know it..

i don’t have to know it. i would like to, but still.

.....I will tell you; when I remember, I will.

alright. i’ll wait. now, do you need anything?

Probably something to eat. Haven't eaten since breakfast.

‘kay. anything specific?

No, not really. You can get anything you like.

i’ll make pancakes. unless you want me to buy something?

Pancakes are great. Thank you, akhi.

of course. thank you for being the best little brother.

Huh..? The best little brother?

…yeah?

Oh. I… don’t think I qualify for that title really..

Magic anon: ꩜ Daze ꩜

Since I'm feeling merciful, you only have to tag one person. ;)

Oh no. A thousand curses upon you, anon. Not fun.

@illegallyaliveredhood @redhoodisalive

what? you hate the way i am?

No! That's too vague, too vague!

okay. alright. are you okay?

You don't think I actually hate you, right??

i mean…kinda. not really.

No...fuck It's not in the sense you think— I swear.

do you hate whatever’s wrong with me? like how i cope with shit??

It's....It's...huh? Why can't I think...?

you okay?

....?? Who am I talking to again...

me. jason. your brother.

The more I think....the foggier my mind becomes...

that’s weird. maybe stop thinking…?

But..there is something important there. I...I was going to say something..

i know. take your time. you need anything?

Wha…how do you know that…??

…

i was just saying that to be reassuring. i don’t actually know. but i know you had something to say.

Hmm… you know

….I don’t hate you at all. Can never hate you….

seriously? why’d you say that? that you hate the way i am?

I don’t know….can’t remember. I don’t know why…it’s just so scrambled..

take your time. calm down. you don’t need to explain it to me right now. or ever, actually.

I have to. How else would you know what I mean? You must know it..

i don’t have to know it. i would like to, but still.

.....I will tell you; when I remember, I will.

alright. i’ll wait. now, do you need anything?

Probably something to eat. Haven't eaten since breakfast.

‘kay. anything specific?

No, not really. You can get anything you like.

i’ll make pancakes. unless you want me to buy something?

Pancakes are great. Thank you, akhi.

of course. thank you for being the best little brother.