[Damian had woken up to find himself in an unfamiliar place -- or at least, not the place he'd fallen asleep. Paradisa had a way of making your surroundings seem yours, like deja vu, even if you were quite certain you'd never been there in your life. The arrangement of the room definitely isn't his, but the things in it are things he would own
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[ Dick turns his head only slightly having heard the faintest creaking of Damian's door just moments before. ]
In here.
[ He turns more then, a gentle if not a little sympathetic smile on his lips. He hadn't heard a sound coming from Damian's room all night, so he had assumed the boy had had an early night.]
[He enters the living room with a sort of trepidation. Is this real? He moves around the side of the couch without taking his eyes off of Dick. Maybe Kate drugged him, and this is all a hallucination from a prison cell, set up to make him imagine being confronted by Dick about everything from the past few weeks.
Damian just stands there, coming close but still lingering a safe distance away.]
Apparently not. When did you get here? [Pause.] Or when did I get here?
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In here.
[ He turns more then, a gentle if not a little sympathetic smile on his lips. He hadn't heard a sound coming from Damian's room all night, so he had assumed the boy had had an early night.]
Couldn't sleep?
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Damian just stands there, coming close but still lingering a safe distance away.]
Apparently not. When did you get here? [Pause.] Or when did I get here?
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Couldn't tell you. You were in bed when I got home about an hour ago.
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