my comic shop does that on purpose on those 1 dollar comic sales BI they give you like nightwing 1 2 3 and 5 but if you ask for four they’re like “oh yeah we have that it’s like 7 dollars!”
right man omg, my comic shop does the same deal :I then if i want something, they could order it online–but it’s just “it’s $5 more to order it online” i’m just no thank you i can go on amazon
a smile crept along his thin lips, spinning around in the surprisingly comfortable chair in front of the computer. “i’m sure that you were just humoring yourself when you started to scale the dinosaur, cling onto the cave walls and drop behind the trophy cases.”
rising from the chair, he put his hands on his hips— this kid really needed to be taken down a notch. but if he was so certain that he was a better vigilante than dick would ever be, why not test him?
”tell you what. you go back to where you first started, and try to get behind me. if i don’t notice you, i’ll.. hn.” what was one thing damian wanted that dick could actually give him? he knew the kid looked up to bruce a lot..
”i’ll see about taking you on a patrol with me. i’ll give you some tips on how to deal with your dad.”
Not evena crack of a grin, and emerald hues merely study the elder before allowing a huff to slip past lips.
❝—-Tch. Whatever; think what you want.❞
Appendages cross, and back is thus turned slightly from the first. He isn’t required to respect the elder–and nor is he expected to put up with his ‘know it all’ demeanor. Nevertheless does offer carry to the adolescence, and interest is caught upon the mention of tagging along in patrol. Figure turns to face the elder, a brief expression of puzzlement spread upon his features before forcing a serious exterior once more.
❝If that’s what it’ll take to convince you which of us is the better Robin,
then fine.❞
Couldn’t sound too eager now; and within a moments time has he begun to put a lifetime of training to work. Slim figure is haste, and it’s not long until his form is hidden within cave’s shadow. In position, and first move was crucial—-though he’d spend a moment in wait, for the element of surprise would prove ally.
rare were his nights in gotham, even more of a rarity were those spent inside of the cave. not that he disliked being inside his very first home after the death of his parents, in fact, it was quite the opposite. it made him homesick to be in the cave, it made him long for the good old days where he was the first robin. but those days were long over— he made a choice to become nightwing, and he hasn’t regretted it yet.
but even if he was lost in memories, in no way did that mean he couldn’t hear the shuffling of footsteps, as quiet and light-footed they were. damian still had a lot to learn about being a vigilante, didn’t he?
“if you were looking to sneak up on me, try to avoid the cave walls. never know if the rocks’ll make unwanted sound.”
Quite obviouslyhas the adolescence made himself at home; multicolored suit wore with confidence, and a genuine desire to assist in ‘family’s’ heroism upheld—-though shifting mindset to what was expected of him has proven difficult.
More or less are the other Robins deemed unnecessary in youth’s mind; the first’s scarce presence though seen to be the perfect opportunity for training. Thus do heels tread onward the elder’s location, breathing calmed and figure positioned as he heedfully moves forward. Despite his efforts are all proven to be futile in comparison to first’s own abilities–heavy vocals carrying through the cave and triggering a sigh hardly audible from the youth.
❝—-I wasn’t sneaking up on you.
If I were, my abilities would prove far too advanced for you to detect me.❞
