"tt" Damian said as he quickly swiped his fingers on his tablet's screen. "Die Imposter, die!"
"Little D?" Dick asked, puzzled since, as far as he knew, there were no Robins in the game at Damian was currently playing.
"Not now Grayson," Damian said through clenched teeth. "I'm busy."
Dick watched over Damian's shoulder as he waited for the explanation. As soon as "VICTORY" flashed on the screen, Damian put down his tablet and sighed.
"This game has a character of me," he explained. "See this version of Nightwing?"
Dick looked and it was a long-haired Nightwing with a scowl on his face.
"This is supposed to be me," Damian said, clearly unimpressed and a bit offended.
"You?" Dick asked, obviously confused. "The backstory says that you were a mentor of mine and you died while we were containing a break out at Arkham." Damian pursed his lips. Dick wasn't sure if it was distaste for Dick's role as a mentor or for the way he died.
"And it was my fault," Damian added grudgingly.
"Little D?" Dick said, concerned. Like all of Bruce's children, or maybe even more than the rest of them, except for Tim, Damian tended not to like admitting to faults and failures.
"I just don't understand why anyone would believe that I would grieve you enough to honor you that way," Damian said dismissively, loading another battle.
"Hey," Dick said, putting a hand on Damian's shoulder. "Don't deny that you would miss me."
"tt" Damian scoffed. "It's not that you wouldn't be missed by the family. It's that I would be nostalgic enough to use escrima sticks."
"Nightwing always uses escrima sticks."
"tt Not when Todd was Nightwing-"
"He was an imposter!"
"Todd used guns," Damian continued,ignoring Dick's argument as he gearied up for his battle. "If I ever become Nightwing, I'll use twin swords."
"Nightwing doesn't use swords!" Dick's protest fell on deaf ears as Damian became engrossed in his battle. Dick waited for Damian to finish, impressed that the boy took less than a minute to defeat his opponent's team.
"Don't worry Grayson," Damian assured him as he loaded another battle. "I have no wish to become Nightwing. My ultimate goal will always be to become Batman. Only once Father retires, of cousrse."
"Gee, thanks little D," Dick said sarcastically. He was about to say something else but Damian cut him off.
"I'm glad you understand," Damian said turining his attention to his tablet once more. "Now go away, I must vanquish this foe."
Dick sighed, for such a serious kid, Dick was surprised that Damian took his game so seriously. Who was he kidding? Damian took everything seriously. He smiled to himself. At least Damian was doing something "age-appropriate" for once.
"Die alien!"
Or at least it was age-appropriate if you didn't think about the fact that the characters of his game are based on people they actually knew.
AN: I was addicted to the mobile Injustice a while back. I like the comics too. So... leave a comment? XD
