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“You have to look on the bright side. Find the silver lining!”
“She said, and I quote, ‘If the world comes crumbling down, I’m not going to stick around to pull you from the rubble,’” Damian deadpanned.
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t trapped under it with you.”
“Not sticking around implies she’s leaving.”
“Maybe she wants to die in your arms!”
“For the love of—Jon, what is wrong with you?”
“Probably the trauma.”
“…Valid.”
“Wait—all of this was because you called her by a pet name?”
“Yes!”
“What pet name?”
“I…” Damian blushed. “I called her a doll,” he mumbles.
“…and she was offended?”
“I guess?! I wasn’t implying that she needed someone to take care of her! But she took it that way and went on to say she would save herself and not me so I can prove my capabilities!”
“Dude. Have you tried explaining that to her?”
“No…”
“You’re a fucking idiot.”