Re: Damian, fifth Robin
anonymous
September 14 2011, 22:45:22 UTC
Dick Grayson laid down for a restful nap in his room upstairs in Wayne Manor, unable to fathom how he managed to energy to drag himself up the staircase-he only needed to close his eyes an hour or two before going through the newer case files on the Intergang- and threw himself face first into his nice, cool pillow. Something rigid and somewhat lumpy inside the pillowcase nudged against his jaw.
Reluctantly, his left hand fished out a small, metal-chained trinket from underneath. With his head limp on his pillow, Dick silently examined the design of blue, glass beads through eyes half-mast.
The network of wire formed an almost cartoony five-fingered hand with a lidless eye staring out from the center. Mentally, Dick lolled through his limited religious word bank. ‘Hamsa hand’.
“Damian…” he mumbled, emphatically, closing his eyes, and with a muted thump! let his hand clutching the talisman fall heavily onto the mattress.
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Reluctantly, his left hand fished out a small, metal-chained trinket from underneath. With his head limp on his pillow, Dick silently examined the design of blue, glass beads through eyes half-mast.
The network of wire formed an almost cartoony five-fingered hand with a lidless eye staring out from the center. Mentally, Dick lolled through his limited religious word bank. ‘Hamsa hand’.
“Damian…” he mumbled, emphatically, closing his eyes, and with a muted thump! let his hand clutching the talisman fall heavily onto the mattress.
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Thank you again!
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