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They were walking in the Manor’s garden. Everything was too pretty that day. The landscape, the sunset, the lilac, pink and blue coloring the sky. Those dark green threes there in the end.
Dick was already used to Damian, they had a comforting relationship. Damian was a good kid, Dick used to think, because he was. Maybe sometimes he could be too arrogant, or he would look to people with hard and bright green eyes, almost as a thread.
Dick smiled. Damian could look a lot like a softer version of Ra’s when he wanted. But he would never stop looking as a lonely child, full of traumas caused by his crazy mother, and carrying a package of memories from the Middle East.
-Do you miss there? -Dick asked, suddenly.
-Where?
-Middle East.
Damian looked a little confused, looking around, his eyes rolling and his mouth half-opened.
-Sometimes more than the others.
-What do you miss there the most?
-I don’t know, there is nothing to miss from a torture center. -Damian said kind of exasperated. -It’s just that… you get used to something. My mother’s austere eyes, fighting till death, my cousin, and the sand. It’s different. I don’t know if it’s missing.
Dick didn’t answer.
-I guess, -Damian continued after a while. -I miss a garden there used to be there. A garden of lilacs.
-Who in the League would keep a garden of lilacs? -Dick laughed.
-A man who didn’t love anything.
-How can someone who doesn’t love anything keep flowers?
Damian shrugged.
-He was not a nice man. -he completed, quietly.
Dick looked at him suspiciously.
-What had he done to you?
Damian smiled slightly.
-What? -Dick asked.
-Nothing. It’s just… one day I’ll be able to talk openly about everything that happened to me, ok? Not today.
-Alright. -Dick said, cautious.
-You would like there. It was very hot and the sunset was even more colorful than here. The sand would feel like burning, but at the same time warm. Then, in the night, there would be too much stars in the sky, you could almost see galaxies.
Dick smiled brightly.
-What? -Damian asked.
-You sound like you miss there a lot.
-It’s just… the lack of resemblance.
-Yes… I can imagine.
-Funny, right?
-What?
-I do use the word “resemblance” even I don’t know exactly what it means.
Dick laughed.
-It means “similarity”, two things that look alike.
-I could imagine. -Damian smiled.