Re: Log: Dick and Damian
Damian was sure that he had never looked so bad. He had fought ninjas, he had literally walked through fire, he had swam in Gotham's sewers. None of it compared to this. It wasn't that his face was marred from the fight (none of the boys could touch him) or that he had lost sleep in jail. No, it was like all that bratty Wayne pride had been sucked right out of his soul. What used to hold his chin up annoyingly high was gone and all was left was a sulking child following his older brother back home. He had done wrong, he knew it was wrong when he was doing it and there were no excuses.
"Did the 12th have nose picking, idiot guards as well?" Damian said, sweeping back up some of that shattered pride and finally looked up at his brother after a car ride of avoiding eye contact. Once the cottage was in sight, so were the zebras who were feeding happily on the Wayne Manor lawn. They gave high-pitched, almost whistling noises as they approached, attention up to see if Damian brought them any treats this time. He tried not to smile at them.