Dick - 22
Damian - 10
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Damian's POV
I was running. I didn't even take the chance to look behind me; I knew Grayson was following me. I had to get away.
There is this one place I knew to go. Quickly making a sharp right turn, I ran into an alleyway, fell on my knees, and crept into a small space, watching Grayson's feet come to a stop.
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Dick's POV
"Damian? Where are you, little bird?" I glanced around, searching for Damian. 'I know he's here,' I thought to myself. Hearing a shuffle, I looked down, and saw none other than Damian. He crept further into his little space as I bent down to look at him.
"Damian, it's fine," I reassured. "You're ticked off at me, Grayson. How the hell is this 'fine'? I was doing what I was supposed to do, and yet still, you get pissed over a little clash," he yelled out; I could tell he could break at any moment.
I heaved a sigh. "C'mon. Get out of there, and follow me. We'll walk and talk, and I'll get you some ice cream."
Damian simply tsked, and stayed for a little longer, not trusting me. Finally, he caved in, and crawled out of the small area. I grabbed his hand, and started to walk to the nearest ice cream shop.
"Ok Dami. Let's begin."
Part 3 anyone?
