*literally just a little drabble of instances that was inspired by the above headcanon. Basically Damian being at least Bilingual.
3rd person POV:
Cora is content in simply watching Damian work in the cave. While Tim is known as the tech person, Damian is a quick study and has been working on updating the hologlove.
"Beloved can you pass me the..." He trails off, gesturing to the other end of the armoury. His face gets pensive and scrunched.
"The...?" Cora prompts, looking to where he's gesturing.
"The... It's called..." Damian flounders, gesturing harsher. "I'll just get it." He grumbles, moving to get the piece of copper wire.
Cora, having spent a lot of her childhood in other countries and with a multilingual mother, just let's him be.
~~~
"Hey little D." Dick, says as he enters the space. Damian looks up from his spot at his desk, annoyed by the intrusion.
"Hello." He answers shortly, going back to his work.
"Whatcha doin?" The older man asks childishly, receiving a glare from Damian.
"Organizing plans to disarm Black Mask next week." The boy replies dully, obviously trying to focus.
"Black Mask? Isn't he JayBird's terf?" Dick questions, not taking the hint.
"He's been active in the area Cora and Todd train in. I simply believe she'd learn better without any, distractions." Damian replies in a growl. His grip on the pencil tightens and his writting gets noticeably louder.
"Aww. Look at you being all protective. But, I think Cora could take care of herself by now. Couldn't she?" Dick continues to ponder.
Damian pauses his furious scribbling. Even Dick is starting to notice the barely restrained anger boiling beneath his sneering expression.
"If there ar- is an issue with I- me protecting her, then she'd tell me." The shorter boy stumbles out. His tone getting increasingly harsher as he spoke.
"Are you okay buddy? I didn't mean to suggest anything." Dick gives him a knowing look. Damian let's out a sharp, low groan.
"M- I am fine." He stumbles again, growing more agitated as he does. The older man looks more concerned, which does nothing to improve the younger's mood.
"You can tell me what wrong, Damian." Dick urges. Damian seethes.
"'ANA MUNZAEIJ MINK LI'ANAK LIMUQATAEATINI!" He shouts, standing from his desk.
He storms away before Dick can utter an apology.
~~~
Bruce is many things, but able to fluently read early Arabic isn't one of them. He could stumble along the sentences, but someone who is fully fluent when reading Arabic would be much better.
And so Damian is sat in the library, reading along an old text that needs to be analysed. Cora is next to him, reading a fantasy book in solidarity.
"Dhahab rijal almalk..." Damian mutters. Cora looks up for what feels like the millionth time that afternoon. If the boy had looked up, he would have noticed the tiniest hint of pink on her cheeks.
Instead, he remains focused while she tries to follow his example. It's not that her book is bad or uninteresting, but her boyfriend muttering one of the 'love languages' under his breath holds her attention better.
"Cora, I can feel you staring at me." Damian looks up with a devilish smirk. To which Cora tries to look interested in her book, expertly avoiding his gaze.
"I'm not staring. Just gazing fondly." She says calmly, flicking her gaze up to meet his. His smirk is a mile wide.
"And why would you be 'gazing fondly'? I have seen you walk into a wall just to keep reading. What has your attention?" He pries, nearly grinning. Not one to keep secrets, Cora relents.
"I liked the way you talked. That's all." She shrugs. "It sounded nice."
Damian slowly closes the book. His attention fully grasped by the girl who is currently trying to seem unashamed.
"Biduat latifa?" The boy questions. Cora's eyes snap to his. Both pairs hold intrigue, both for different reasons. He notices her blush this time.
"I don't know what you just said." She laughs awkwardly, unsure if she should be worried or not.
"Ana ahibuk." He states, enjoying the way her face scrunches with questions, biting the inside of her cheek lightly.
"Uh... Are you teasing me?" Cora questions warily. Her blush deepening.
"'ant alqamar wa'ana najma." Damian leans forward, the unmistakable gleam of adoration in his eyes.
"Why are you flirting with her in Arabic?" A new voice breaks the gleeful look on Damian's face.
"You can speak Arabic, Jay?" Cora asks the unmasked antihero. Jason saunters in, grinning like Cheshire.
"Bruce made all of us learn a shit ton of languages. I also spent a lot of time in his hometown." He says, gesturing to a now blushing Damian.
"And you were flirting with me?" Cora turns to said blushing boy. He straightens his posture rigidly.
"Perhaps." He admits.
"Oh thank gods, I thought you were teasing me." Cora relaxes immensely, making her boyfriend do the same.
"I would never tease you," He grins. "In a language you can't understand." He adds. Cora giggles, obviously relieved.
"Good, because I need to be able to get you back." She matches his grin. Jason makes a gagging noise.
"You guys are so sweet I'm gonna be sick." He mocks. Cora's grin widens.
"Hey, how did Tim like the rose petals on the way to the candle lit dinner?" She asks. Jason grabs a book from the shelf with a huff.
"Low blow, kid. Low blow."
*Brought to you by: Google translate because I can't speak Arabic.
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