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[penisenvy]

"I am Saber of Red. You have reached this piece of technology called my 'inbox'. Whatever you have to say, make it quick. Do not try to waste my time. I know who you are. And I will find out where you are. You will not like the results. This is your first, last, and only warning.

"Unless you are my father. My inbox will always be open to you, Father. Say whatever you want."

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[earlybird]

What? No. It isn't about Servants--

See, look: Mord-red.

It's a nickname, idiot.

And yeah. Same as with Batman. Who you now know is Grayson.

[ There's really no point, is there? ]



--Damian. That's my name. Ta-da.

[penisenvy]

ah
i like it

and Damian, huh?
its a nice, knightly name
even better than Grayson, I'd say

[earlybird]

-Tt.-

[ He's pleased. ]

Even that isn't my original name, but yes, I believe Mother chose well.

[penisenvy]

really now
it wasn't anything silly, was it?
because i know some knights who got saddled with stupid names

(alludes to certain other DCU canons yeeee)

[earlybird]

It wasn't a stupid name. Just one that most of the world has no clue how to pronounce correctly. So, two names, one Anglicized, for convenience.

Although, gramatically, Ibn al Xu'ffasch functions normally as a family name rather than as a given name.

...Maybe a little weird.

awwww yeeeah

[penisenvy]

that means "son of" something, right?
it's been a long time since i last read a moorish language

Re: awwww yeeeah

[earlybird]

Yes. "Son of the bat."

I'm sure Mother thought it was very clever, with my father being Batman. She admires that side of him more than she cares for him outside of the suit, I think.

[penisenvy]

well maidens seem to like knights in shining armor
stupid yeah i know

but isnt ur brother batman
or is the title just passed down

[earlybird]

Passed down. Sort of.

Father died several months ago, at which point Grayson took up the mantle. Except he wasn't dead at all, came back, and now there are two men calling themselves Batman.

Father won't work with me, so Grayson remains my partner.

[penisenvy]

why not
are you not his son and heir?

[earlybird]

Bastard son, technically. Raised by his enemies. I still have blood rights, however.

[ Even if that upstart Drake thinks otherwise.

He doesn't trust me, and I don't want a different Batman, so it's fine.

[ Absolutely fine. ]

[penisenvy]

good
if he can't understand you, then it's better to just not deal with him

[Talking about negligent fathers makes her feel bitter again, even though the rift with Arturia should have been closed.]

[earlybird]

It's not that he doesn't understand me, it's that he's not trying.

Not like Pendragon is with you.

[ Yeah, no, he can read that tone even through text. ]

[penisenvy]

your father is an asshole

[earlybird]

[ The reply comes later. Because he was busy. Not because he'd had to clap both hands over his mouth to muffle the laughter. ]

Yes. He does have his redeeming qualities, however.

There is a reason why I chose being Robin over being my grandfather's heir, beyond the old man wanting to seize control of my body for himself.

[penisenvy]

i would hope so
otherwise he is not worth emulating

your family is just full of unpleasant people
not even my mother would have imagined such a scheme
and my mother has a reputation for manipulativeness

[earlybird]

Family reunions are certainly never boring. I still have the scars from the last one.

And...your mother? The lore varies in my time, but that was Morgan le Fey, correct?

[penisenvy]

yes
she was my mother
though she does not share my blood
she created me to be a duplicate of father

[earlybird]

A clone, then. That's why you look so similar. They're not entirely uncommon, back on my Earth.

[ He's talking about you, Kent. ]

Manipulative mothers can be... troublesome.

My own nearly had me killed as just as part of some warped test.

[ A pause, between texts. ]

Do you find that it's hard not to care for yours? Even after everything.

[penisenvy]

i am a homunculus
though far more perfect than other examples

[It takes her a long while to think of a good answer.]

yeah
i know that feeling
sometimes i don't want her to be my mother
but i can't just abandon her

[For the first time, she notices how eerily similar they seem to be.]

how easy was it for you to visit yours
back in your world?
do you miss her now?

[earlybird]

Not easy at all. I didn't meet her officially until I was eight.

She sent me to distract my father so she could conduct League operations without his interference. But when I chose to follow him, I was exiled, and declared an enemy. She had a younger clone of my own ready to replace me.

She'll probably kill me, if we meet again.



...But I miss her. A lot. She's my mother.

[penisenvy]

wow
at least i know mother didn't want to kill me

...i miss her too
she's probably dead now
what with so many years passing

[earlybird]

I'm sorry, Red.

[ He can't offer platitudes or reassurances (hasn't believed in those in a long time), just this. ]

[penisenvy]

And i'm sorry too, Damian.
About both your mother and your father.

[Mordred, on the other hand, had never been too good at comforting people. Well, other than the acts she would put on back when she was still a goody-two-shoes.]

If it means anything, at least you people still have time?

[earlybird]

We do. Maybe one day--

[ They can be a family. Together. ]

--they'll see sense.

I'm glad, though. You and Pendragon seem to be getting along much better.