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[bestrobin]

Has anyone seen a big creature with red fur, yellow eyes, a thick tail, and large dragon-like wings?

It would make loud, shrieking noises, respond to sonic waves and vibrations, and it would possibly hide in mountainous areas or caves.

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[bestrobin]

( The other end of his feed went quiet for a long moment, and if Jon were there in person, he would have seen the way Damian's jaw tightened and his expression darkened, became distant.

His mother was a sensitive subject, especially with how recent his encounter with his grandfather had been. But Jon didn't know any of that. As far as he knew, Jon didn't know anything about the situation with his parents, the circumstances of his birth, and the empire, the world his mother intended for him to inherit.

To Damian, she was a woman he had little respect for anymore. She'd abandoned him at the first sign of him acting on his own free will, deprived him of so much of the world that left him as someone to be mocked now, and at the end of it all, it was at the hands of her creation that he'd died, even if it hadn't been on her orders or her intention.

Damian sighed quietly before he finally responded. )

My mother is the daughter of Ra's al Ghul, the leader of the League of Assassins. She's intelligent, deceptive, and dangerous. The only thing that matters to her is getting what she wants, no matter who suffers in the process.

[supersweet]

[ Okay, definitely a sore topic. What was Jon supposed to do now? This is the first time they've really talked like this. He shifts on his feet, uncomfortable. Jon is out of his depth and he's never felt it so keenly. ]

I'm sorry you suffered.

[bestrobin]

​Don't apologize.​

( It was a sore topic, sure, but Damian didn't feel there was any reason for Jon to apologize for something that way far out of his control. )

I have my father, Pennyworth, and Richard now. I don't need her.

[supersweet]

Yeah but . . . You can miss her, even when it was bad. You don't have to need her to feel that.

[bestrobin]

I don't miss her or my grandfather.

( It's a lie.

But there's no way to tell with how easily he says it. )

[supersweet]

[ Jon may not be completely trained in picking out lies like his father, but he has a decent bullshit detector. ]

If you say so.

[bestrobin]

Do you miss your mom?

[supersweet]

Of course. All the time. Like I said, I'm really used to my mom just being around. So it's weird when she's not.

[bestrobin]

I miss Titus.

( That's similar to missing your mom, right? )

[supersweet]

[ Who the hell is Titus?? ]

One of your . . . pets?

[bestrobin]

( The best dog in the history of the Bat Family. )

Yes. I miss him and Alfred.

[supersweet]

[ Is Alfred on the same level as a dog here??? Best not to question it. ]

You had so many pets, I couldn't remember all their names.

[bestrobin]

( He means his cat. )

I have three. Titus, Alfred, and Bat-Cow.

[supersweet]

You named your cat after your butler?

[ Poor Mr. Pennyworth. ]

[bestrobin]

​Yes. Is that a problem?

[supersweet]

No.

Mr. Pennyworth probably likes that. It means you like him enough to use his name.

[bestrobin]

​I like Pennyworth a lot more than I like a number other people.​

[supersweet]

[ Jon giggles. ]

That's fair. He's pretty cool. For a butler and stuff.

[bestrobin]

​He is.

[supersweet]

[ Jon smiles. There is real fondness in Damian's voice. ]

I'm sure he appreciates it too.

[bestrobin]

( ...You heard nothing, Jon. )

I think he does.

[supersweet]

If you think that, then it's enough.