( and yeah, precautions, blah and blah. best to get it out of the way immediately, not give the young grayson any chance to balk, and also to gauge how he reacted because that was some grade a batman-style sneaky bullshit. and dick seems as unbothered by it as any of them would be. that serves as much to reinforce his identity as the dull chirp of the computer pulling up the positive results for the blood test, along with the dossier on all things richard john grayson.
for a fleeting second, half of the giant monitor is taken up with an image of adult dick grayson's face. the other half pulls up his history — from acrobat, to robin, to nightwing, to batman, to nightwing again, to spyral; from grade school, to the teen titans, to the protector of blüdhaven, to international man of mystery; from blood type to a litany of personally grievous injuries he'd endured during his time as a vigilante — and a list of affiliates, where damian's own name appears somewhere along the bottom. it's all there, but only for a moment. just long enough for damian to register the results, and then he's punching the escape key.
blah, blah, not infecting the past with the truths of the future. not changing the present by meddling with the past. it's the first rule of time travel, unwilling or otherwise. and they've better things to attend to now that he's as certain as can be. )
We could attempt to contact him via satellite messages, but he's busy. ( saving the world, as always. ) And I don't see any reason to bother him with this when I can handle your displacement. What can you tell me about the altercation right before you came here?
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( and yeah, precautions, blah and blah. best to get it out of the way immediately, not give the young grayson any chance to balk, and also to gauge how he reacted because that was some grade a batman-style sneaky bullshit. and dick seems as unbothered by it as any of them would be. that serves as much to reinforce his identity as the dull chirp of the computer pulling up the positive results for the blood test, along with the dossier on all things richard john grayson.
for a fleeting second, half of the giant monitor is taken up with an image of adult dick grayson's face. the other half pulls up his history — from acrobat, to robin, to nightwing, to batman, to nightwing again, to spyral; from grade school, to the teen titans, to the protector of blüdhaven, to international man of mystery; from blood type to a litany of personally grievous injuries he'd endured during his time as a vigilante — and a list of affiliates, where damian's own name appears somewhere along the bottom. it's all there, but only for a moment. just long enough for damian to register the results, and then he's punching the escape key.
blah, blah, not infecting the past with the truths of the future. not changing the present by meddling with the past. it's the first rule of time travel, unwilling or otherwise. and they've better things to attend to now that he's as certain as can be. )
We could attempt to contact him via satellite messages, but he's busy. ( saving the world, as always. ) And I don't see any reason to bother him with this when I can handle your displacement. What can you tell me about the altercation right before you came here?