[ There's a gentle redirection at the tip of his tongue, because, really, whose business is that but his? He's always been a private man, and what he has at home has no bearing on anything here. But before it can quite make it into speech, David's face stops him.
He looks young, but Damian is starting to be able to see past that. More than that, he looks earnest. He actually wants to know. The tree planted in Damian's name in some universe out there says that much, doesn't it? Damian glances away, and only then does he let himself smile. ]
I'm rich, that has to count for something. [ He pats the pocket the handcuffs had disappeared into. ] Even if this still happens sometimes.
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He looks young, but Damian is starting to be able to see past that. More than that, he looks earnest. He actually wants to know. The tree planted in Damian's name in some universe out there says that much, doesn't it? Damian glances away, and only then does he let himself smile. ]
I'm rich, that has to count for something. [ He pats the pocket the handcuffs had disappeared into. ] Even if this still happens sometimes.