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『ᴡɪᴄᴋʟɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴀsʜ ● ɢᴏᴏᴅʙʏᴇ』
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Aug 14, 2016 07:59PM
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((https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/... He'll be a fairy tale in this universe, just because I found that))Damian pulled up a result that looked like it might be useful. Peter pan... Lost boys... Neverland... Tinkerbell.... Damian scanned through the article. If this was the same Peter Pan as from this fairy tale then there might be a problem.
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Pan looked down at the screen, "What does it say," he asked. He looked at the tablet from behind Damian's shoulder. He chewed on his lip, worried.
"You're a fairy tail," Damian said simply. "No wonder I had never heard of you. I was never told fairy tails," He bit his bottom lip, concerned that this meant where ever Peter had come from was related to a villain making fictional characters come to life.
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At this, Pan went pale. "I'm a..fairy tale? You mean I don't...exist?" This existential crisis caused Pan to look at his hands, turning them over, half-expecting them to slowly fade out of existence, along with the rest of him. "What do you mean I don't exist?! I'm right here..." He cried out in a shrill voice, his eyes watering. He didn't understand this, and it scared him so much.
Damian put a finger to Peter's lips, telling him to be quiet without say anything. "I have a theory," He said. "My theory is that you do exist, but not in this universe. We have already figured out that there are multiple universes out there. It is possible you are from one of those other universes,"
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With a finger to his lips, Pan blushed once more. "Other universes?" He repeated, puzzled. So he did exist. But not in this world, he didn't belong here. He wasn't supposed to be here. But...how did he even come to be in this universe?
"Correct. How you came here I am not a hundred percent positive on yet," Damian said. "We've had experience with beings from other universes before, at least the parallel ones. This being the case, I can run an energy trace search to see if you entered using the same method they did,"
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"Energy trace?" That sounded painful. He gulped. No, he trusted Damian completely. He wasn't sure why, but the boy had his complete and unshakable faith. "Oh..okay." He said nervously.
"Don't worry. It's not painful. You don't even have to do anything. All I'll be doing is using the bat computer to scan the city for recognizable energy traces," Damian said reassuringly.
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He nodded, sheepishly embarrassed at how he was so frightened at the thought of being tested and experimented on. "Oh." Pete said, "Neat." NEAT?! He mentally groaned, is that all his useless brain could come up with? 'Oh, neat!.' He hanged his head low, feeling stupid. Damian made him feel funny and he didn't now how to respond properly at times.
Damian gathered a few things, setting his tablet back on his desk right next to his sketchpad which was open to the sketch of Peter. Damian stood up stretching a bit.
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Peter stood up, the spoon still in his mouth as he sucked off the last bit of ice cream. He had made a considerable dent in the ice cream, having eaten in absent-mindedly as the two boys had talked. He looked around the room, eyes scanning his surroundings.
Damian grabbed a flash drive and his laptop so he could put anything from the bat computer onto his laptop for easy access. He headed out of his room, half expecting Peter to follow.
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Peter's eyes fell upon the sketch Damian had drew. His face reddened deeply at the accurate depiction of Peter Pan. He squealed softly before following Damian out of the room. Damian cared.
Damian was quiet as they walked back down to the cave. He was still struggling with his internal emotions and not knowing what he was feeling. All this strangeness. Why did he actually care about someone? And it wasn't the way he cared about Grayson.
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Pan sat down, his head following Damian's body as he moved about the Bat Cave. He wore a wide grin on his face. "So, what now?" He asked loudly, his words echoing in the cave.
"I'm going to run the scan." Damian said, having the bat computer run the energy trace scan on the city. He glanced at Peter, blushing slightly for some reason.
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Peter smiled up at Damian, who he noticed was blushing as well. He giggled at the sight, did Damian reciprocate these odd emotions? He nodded slowly, "Okay." He was a bit worried at what would come up.
Damian glanced back at the monitor. There were no abnormal energy signatures. There was nothing. At least nothing that the bat computer. He sighed, going over to Peter.
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"What? What did it say?" His voice was frantic, his voice breaking like a prepubescent child. He got to his feet quickly. Pan looked at Damian with a worried expression. Was he stuck in this universe? Did Damian know how he got here, and how to get back home? Did Peter even want to go back home?
"I'm sorry..." Damian said looking down. "Nothing came up. I don't know how to get you back to your universe or even if there is a way to send you back," He seemed upset with himself.
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Peter saw how Damian was beating himself up over this, so he launched himself at him, gripping the cute boy in a hug. "There's nothing you could have done, Damian. Besides...I wouldn't mind staying here a little longer. Someone out there will know what to do, I'm sure of it. You said these things happened before." He snuggled closer to Damian, "So don't be mad at yourself, okay?" He rubbed his cheek against Damian's, smiling. He just hoped he wouldn't age, or at least, age too much.
"Okay" Damian said quietly as a soft blush came to his cheeks. He was on edge, but not because the situation called for it, or that he was angry. He was on edge because the feelings he was having were strange and it was making him nervous.
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Pan didn't break the hug, he didn't want to. He began to understand what he felt towards Damian. He didn't care if romantic emotions would cause him to grow up, as far as he knew, he might never see Neverland again, so what was the point of fighting it? As if he could, from what he was told, you couldn't stop yourself from loving someone, destiny and fate could not be outrun.
Damian didn't want to let go either. He didn't care that these feelings of his were strange , or that Peter was from a different universe or slightly older. He cared that he cared for Peter. Whatever the reason behind caring was.
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Peter eventually broke away, blushing very visibly, a bright red. "So, um..." He looked down at his bare feet, cold against the floor of the Bat Cave. "What now?" He inquired. He hoped Damian didn't find the prolonged hug awkward, but then again, he didn't seem to want to have it end, either.
Damian rubbed his eyes. It was even later than before, and he hadn't slept well the first time he tried sleeping. "I suggest getting some sleep" Damian mumbled
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Pan nodded, taking Damian's hand. "Alright. You do look really sleepy," he chuckled, "I'll lead you to your room so you don't fall asleep in one of the hallways." He said with a small smile. Holding Damian's hands brought heat to his face. Then again, it seemed anything involving Damian made him blush.
Damian glanced at their hands then looked at Peter with a slight nod. "Alright" He said softly. He walked back up to the manor with Peter. He was looking down because he was blushing.
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Peter lead Damian to his room, and opened the door for him, only to find Titus licking up the remainder of the ice cream. "Um, Damian. A small horse is eating the ice cream." Peter said, pointing to the black dog.
"He is not a horse. That is my dog, a Great Dane named Titus," Damian said going over and putting the ice cream on his desk out of Titus's reach. He then picked up his cat, Alfred from the bed.
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Peter Pan rolled his eyes, "It was a joke, ah, never mind. And what is that furball you're holding?" He smiled at the black-and-white cat. Pan petted the large black dog.
"This is my cat Alfred," Damian said, petting Alfred. "As for "jokes" I have been told I have no sense of humor," He added. At least that's what Todd said about him.
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Pan shrugged and sat down on Damian's bed. "I want to thank you for letting me stay here. You didn't have to help me."
Damian shrugged. "It's not something I do often. But I felt like helping you was something important," He blushed a bit.
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Pan smirked at the sight of a blushing Robin. "Well, thank you either way. I just hope your family doesn't kick me out. Adults have the tendency to dislike me." He said. It was mainly because he took children away from their parents, but only if the child felt neglected and alone. Unwanted, as he had.
"If you are worried about any adults kicking you out, Grayson may be a man but he is still a child, Todd wouldn't care, Drake is only 17 and shall not be a problem. As for father... As long as you can prove to him that he can trust you, you'll be fine," Damian said, seemingly reading Peter's mind, though it was actually just Damian reading Peter's body language.
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He smiled, "A big family you have. What about your mother...?" As soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted it. His mother could be dead - that was the usual case back where Pan was from, divorces weren't very commonplace. Still, she could have left the family or something just as negative. Pan felt a wave of guilt wash over him, what if he triggered a traumatic memory. Raised by assassins, raised to kill, was it his mother who made him into a(cute) killing machine?
"My mother never married my father. She even drugged him so that I would be created. Currently, I don't know where my mother is," Damian said frowning slightly at the thought of what his mother might be doing right now.
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Pan looked down at his feet, "Oh." Was all he could say. He didn't know how one was to respond to something like THAT. He didn't even know how to process that information. Was he supposed to feel bad for Damian, or would he get mad at the thought of Pan having pity for him?
"There's nothing wrong. I feel more at home here then I did with my mother. If I can even call thishome." Damian said. He had mumbled the last sentence.
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Peter took Damian's hand, "Are you...happy here?" He asked, after he heard that last sentence, he became worried about his Robin's mental state. He didn't want Damian to feel bad.
"I... I don't know. My father, Talia, Ra's, they're all in here." Damian said referring to his mind. "But where am I? How can I ever be the son my father needs me to be... when I don't even know who I am?"
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Peter did the only thing he could do without his fairy dust. He hugged Damian, although when he dashed forward to hug him, he accidentally toppled over and pulled them onto Damian's bed. Peter had a deeply worried look in his eyes. Did this boy, this child, already have ptsd? At such a young age? He heard of how World War 1 veterans were mentally damaged after the war, with the memories of the atrocities ever fresh in their mind. The flash backs. He shuddered at the thought of Robin going through that very same thing.
Damian was slightly startled by the hug that had knocked the two on to his bed. He blushed deeply a bit tense at first then relaxed nuzzling a bit to get more comfortable. He could see how worried Peter was, but didn't say anything.
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Pan pulled away, his face now red once more. He looked Damian up and down, he really hoped he was alright. He didn't know what to do if he wasn't, or how could he help. It's not like he had pixie dust on him and they could fly to Neverland, as if that would fix anything. Damian's torment wasn't in his physical location.
Damian just relaxed. He seemed fine right now. But now all the scars he had that had been veiwable briefly back when he had first changed all had a reason behind them that could be seen.
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Pan touched Damian's cheek lightly, content with his situation now. Damian had a troubled past, Peter did too, to an extent. He was a lost boy, a literal lost boy, in a different world. He was thankful that, in a city full of criminals and monsters, a kind hero was the first he met.
Damian blushed softly when Peter touched his cheek. Out of anyone he could've run into while out on patrol he was glad that it was Peter who he had run into. Peter was kind and understanding. Even if he was confused most of the time.
