Who:
unmantled and
birdthrightWhen: after
this thingWhere: Sector 9
Summary: Batdad left instructions. Two birds try to follow them.
Warnings: PROBABLY NONE?
[ Sector 9’s a bit of a haul even with a jumpline, which makes him wonder how somebody who looks seven could have it this far after dark by themselves. But who knows where Bruce had him stashed away, anyway. He’s the real son, after all.
He kicks a piece of shingle until it hits a seeping chunk of concrete, then hops down to light on one of the chimneys, already feeling a sharp little pang of guilt for the outburst. He’s also a kid. A kid with nobody, whose just been orphaned.
He needs to try. For Bruce he needs to try.
He spreads out a napkin and then sets the hotdogs down on top, wishing not for the first time that he’d thought to bring something else to carry them. Hopefully Damian likes relish. ]