Re: Manor: Bruce & Selina
She had to believe that Damian did know. "I know it doesn't feel that way, but his stance? It didn't have anything to do with being loved. It was about his twisted view of justice." She shook her head, the movement a brush of cheek against his shirt. "He hated what Jason did, and he ended up doing the same thing, only worse. That wasn't Damian, not the Damian we know. He got it all mixed up, Bruce. His anger consumed him, but it had nothing to do with how much he was loved." She didn't add that he'd sounded like Ra's in the end; she didn't think she needed to.
"He knew. Bruce, Damian was a mess, but he knew. He made the wrong choices, and he lost where he was going, and maybe it was all on purpose. Maybe he ended up right where he wanted to be." It was hard to swallow, hard to believe, but she was having trouble with any other explanation. "Maybe, he wanted to go home."
He said he hoped Damian didn't come back, and she stretched to place a kiss at the top of his shoulder, her hand following to rub the shoulder opposite. "Me too," she said, quiet, a hiss of a whisper. "I loved him, you know, when we were kids. Before you ever looked at me, and hope he doesn't come back here either. He isn't happy here, and that isn't our fault either." She only marginally believed that about herself, but she knew she needed to. Maybe, with time.
She made a cluck of a noise at his obvious sympathy for the tiny dog. "Come on. Get out of those cold clothes, and get the puppy into bed. I fed him on the way. He'll be fine until morning."