Like a fairy tale - True Love - chapter 2/3
Part 3: True Love
Chapter 2: Black as ebony / Noir comme l'ébène
Not only was Gotham depraved, but so were the whole United States, Damian was starting to think. Why else would they allow their children to roam the streets, tricking and yelling, like undisciplined peasants? Especially dressed-up in such way that hardly differentiated them from foes.
If a villain was to show up to kill them all, it would be hard not to say they called it upon themselves.
“Stop brooding”, Nightwing said, landing next to him. “Next year, I’ll ask Babs to take up the earliest part of patrol so we can go ringing a few bells, ourselves.”
“I am not crude as to go beg for sweets I can very well buy for myself!” Damian protested. “And you should stop using names while we are on duty.”
“It’s not like there isn’t at least ten Nightwings in the crowd downstairs”, the older man pointed out.
Damian tutted his disapproval. One would have to be blind to mistake the muscular, gracious man at his side with any of the pretenders above. Or any of them, for that matter. He certainly wasn’t a clumsy child, himself!
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Chapter 2: Black as ebony / Noir comme l'ébène
Not only was Gotham depraved, but so were the whole United States, Damian was starting to think. Why else would they allow their children to roam the streets, tricking and yelling, like undisciplined peasants? Especially dressed-up in such way that hardly differentiated them from foes.
If a villain was to show up to kill them all, it would be hard not to say they called it upon themselves.
“Stop brooding”, Nightwing said, landing next to him. “Next year, I’ll ask Babs to take up the earliest part of patrol so we can go ringing a few bells, ourselves.”
“I am not crude as to go beg for sweets I can very well buy for myself!” Damian protested. “And you should stop using names while we are on duty.”
“It’s not like there isn’t at least ten Nightwings in the crowd downstairs”, the older man pointed out.
Damian tutted his disapproval. One would have to be blind to mistake the muscular, gracious man at his side with any of the pretenders above. Or any of them, for that matter. He certainly wasn’t a clumsy child, himself!
Lire la suite sur AO3... (ou en français)
Sinon, le premier chapitre de la première partie, c'est ici: EN / FR :)