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This was weird. Like very weird, because Dick was mad. Not annoyed, not a bit angry, he was pissed. They all watched as their brother hit the shit out of that poor punching bag, his fists already starting to bleed. The mission wasn't exactly nice, not like it ever was, and to worsen things, as long as they got to the batcave they were rushed out of it so Dick and Bruce could "talk". Jason knew they fought, even if the cave had soundproof walls, the look on the older's face only proved it. Honestly, he didn't know what to do, and it was frustrating, because Dickhead was always helped them, but when he needed it, nobody knew how to act. Guilt made it's way into his chest, bringing that heavy feeling that made it hard to breathe. He looked down. Watching their anchor break down was hard, because they never noticed things were wrong like they should've.
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It wasn't the first time Damian saw that look in his father figure's face. He'd seen it plenty times before, even if it was never directed at him. Richard was mad at himself. That fire in his eyes could only mean two things 1) he thought he hadn't done enough, or 2) he was just distressed in a general. The first one was very ilogical in the boy's opinion, since the man always did all he could to help, still for some reason, he had this habit of blaming himself for everything.
He remembered the same expression from when they still lived full time together, just him, Richard and Alfred, he sometimes missed it. Damian would be on the sofa watching TV, normally some documentary on wild life, or any loud cartoon that Dick insisted on saying that was good. Sometimes he would be drawing, hobbie he took a great liking to in his firsts months of being Robin. Richard always hung his drawings on the fridge, and without permission a he felt something warm in his chest every time he saw them. The man then, would walk up to the sofa and sit by his side, his hair still humid from the crazily hot baths he liked so much. He always kept a small distance between them, always allowing Damian to start the physical contact since the boy wasn't really used to it by the time, but as the time passed, he found himself craving it, even if only from Dick and Wally. He really didn't know how it got to that point. He would lift the notebook, or his hands from his lap, in a silent invitation, and his Baba would rest his head on it. If Damian ran his fingers through the black waves sometimes, no one needed to know. After Wally moved in, things changed a bit. If any of them was feeling even slightly down, they would go out buy a lot of sweets, and watch some low quality movie, because what is the best way to feel better if not by encouraging the capitalism and highening their chances of having diabetes? He didn't know why, but he knew the rain triggered Richard, a fact that he used quite a lot as excuse for sleeping in his parental figures room. He also knew that missions involving orphans messed with him, maybe for that reason he was the only one who knew how to help.
There was a fire, a little girl 's mom was still somewhere inside. They looked for her for so long, that at this point he practically memorized the building's structure. When she was finally found, her body stood way too still in the middle of ashes. As they carried the corpse out, the girl broke down. Dick had promised her he'd bring her mom back.
Damian watched as blood started to drip from the man's fists, and he decided it was time to do something. Walking up to where the man was, he stopped the punching bag, tears shone in the corner of his Baba's eyes. It felt wrong.
"Baba, calmează-te." ( calm down ) he definitely wasn't fluent, but he knew enough. After some time living in each other's company they discovered that talking in each other's native language was comforting, so Dick learned arabic, Damian learned romanian, and Wally learned a bit of both, well, at least he was trying to.
"E în regulă, nu a fost vina ta" ( it's okay, it wasn't your fault. ) As if someone cut an invisible straw, he started crying. And Damian held him. He wasn't the best in comforting people, but his Baba (and his Papa) had done it to him lot of times before so he did his best to do the same.
"Thanks micul meu Robin" ( thanks my little robin ) he wiped his eyes and managed a small smile, a genuine one.
"E în regulă, îl voi suna pe tata să vină să ne ia." ( it's okay, I'll call Papa to come pick us up )
He took the bigger hands in his, careful to avoid the red spots, and led him to Alfred. Wally was coming , so he packed his bags, not bothering to inform his biological father. They were going home, everything would be fine.
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"What the fuck was that?" His siblings seemed to echo Jason's thoughts, at least Tim did. He felt as if he skipped an important chapter of the book, and now he was completely lost. For once he agreed with Jason, what the fuck?