[ damian’s regimented plan is not one he would have come up with himself, but that doesn’t mean dextera doesn’t appreciate it. having a schedule is useful. ]
OK.
[ and then, because izuku taught him this extremely important gesture… he holds out his pinky. yes, he is going to make damian pinky promise to come back in the morning. ]
[Three years ago, he wouldn't have any clue what this gesture meant. Friendship was an anomaly to him, a weakness. Family was based on servitude and battle loyalty, not on affection and promises.
But it's been three years, and he's learned. He's had friends and the right kind of family, and he's made one or two pinky promises.
He lifts his hand and holds out his pinky, hooking it around Dextera's own. If anything, Damian Wayne does not go back on a promise.]
[ dextera, too, has learned. it’s only been a few months in this town, but there are countless things he’s been taught, that he wants to carry with him for the rest of his life. how to garden. pinky promises. the value of a life, and of death. all of them, equally important in their own ways. ]
…
[ with the promise sealed, dextera pulls his hand back and smile—a quiet, tired smile that suggests he is going to sleep as soon as damian is out of here. ]
[On the way out, Damian visits the chickens for a couple of seconds just because... they're cute, and he likes them, he's had a rough night, shut up. He's not worried they aren't okay; he trusts Dextera with that much.
He's tired, too. Being in the boathouse alone is preferable, but his feet take him to Bruce's cottage in Flavo where he sleeps with Ace. Damian hadn't lied.
For the length of the curse, Damian is outside of where Dextera stays every afternoon an hour before sunset and then again every morning. He doesn't try to go in or get Dextera to come out. Sometimes, he'll sign, OK if Dextera is looking out of a window.
He does seem alright, if a little worse for wear in terms of being tired and perhaps a tad ill. Sometimes, he's bloody on the front, but there doesn't appear to be any wounds, and he doesn't walk any differently. The blood streaks down his neck from his mouth. He's just ravenously eating some forest creature? It's fine.
And then he'll go throw up later because he's vegetarian.]
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OK.
[ and then, because izuku taught him this extremely important gesture… he holds out his pinky. yes, he is going to make damian pinky promise to come back in the morning. ]
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But it's been three years, and he's learned. He's had friends and the right kind of family, and he's made one or two pinky promises.
He lifts his hand and holds out his pinky, hooking it around Dextera's own. If anything, Damian Wayne does not go back on a promise.]
I promise.
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…
[ with the promise sealed, dextera pulls his hand back and smile—a quiet, tired smile that suggests he is going to sleep as soon as damian is out of here. ]
Take care.
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He's tired, too. Being in the boathouse alone is preferable, but his feet take him to Bruce's cottage in Flavo where he sleeps with Ace. Damian hadn't lied.
For the length of the curse, Damian is outside of where Dextera stays every afternoon an hour before sunset and then again every morning. He doesn't try to go in or get Dextera to come out. Sometimes, he'll sign, OK if Dextera is looking out of a window.
He does seem alright, if a little worse for wear in terms of being tired and perhaps a tad ill. Sometimes, he's bloody on the front, but there doesn't appear to be any wounds, and he doesn't walk any differently. The blood streaks down his neck from his mouth. He's just ravenously eating some forest creature? It's fine.
And then he'll go throw up later because he's vegetarian.]