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I did.

[ It's easy, and fast.
There's the smallest smile. ]

I miss him, as weird as it is to miss people here.
When you wouldn't wish them to be stuck here, all the same.

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I don’t. [Miss Dick, that is. He doesn’t like the Dick back home. Or the Bruce. Or really any of the Titans outside of Gar.

Even then, it’s a stretch.] As much as I hate this place, I never want to go back.

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He felt the same way about that.

[ Barbara took a sip of her water. She didn't agree with wanting to be here, or wanting her family here, but she'd heard about their world to understand completely why they wouldn't want to go back. The chance at something new and accepting, somewhere you might be able to grow and be more, would be immediately more appealing. ]

Maybe he was different here than you remember.
Maybe this place will give you the chance to be, too.

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I doubt it. So far I've gotten jumped twice by the same kid and accused of something I didn't do.

[Yet.]

I'm done with the whole belfry.

[her_own_rules]

[ Barbara's brow knit together, instantly. ]

That wasn't the first time?

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He jumped me the first week I got here. Back when he was taller.

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[ Yeah. That sounds like him.
There's a frown more than a sigh. ]

I'm sorry for that, too.

He's a different version of himself—somehow— [ Barbara doesn't like contemplating it, but then she's now dealing with it with a new, younger version of Damian and Dick, with the addition of another Bruce. Who, at least, is the right one, but now comes from beyond her, too.

It's a lot.

But it's also not Jason's problem.
And she's not here to ask for his sympathy. ]

It doesn't make it better, but he won't remember that now at all.

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Doesn't fucking matter. [Jason crosses his arms.] I got dropped on twice by that fucker. I don't know how much more 'you're not part of the family' that can get.

[her_own_rules]

Damian hardly speaks for everyone.
Either version of him was a child.

And the current one is ten.


[ It's too ludicrous to parse even as an insult. Damian thinking he gets to make everyone's choices is. Anyone else assuming a child leads them around by the nose, or the pointy-ears really needs to a small reality check. ]

He doesn't make my decision for me.

Just like Dick—and especially your Bruce—don't get to make yours.

[copsormasks]

Well you know what? Don't want you as family anyway, whether it's up to him or not.

[Jason is about to storm back to his tent. The pain makes him angry, ease to incense.]