Fourth Movement- Treasure (part 2 of 2)
Here we go, trying to bring some loose ends to a close…somewhat. Sort of. I don’t know.
Hope you’ve enjoyed!
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D’aww Damian ^.^
I never actually reblogged this, but someone sent me a link to it in a text the day the image hit the internet, and to this day I’ve never closed it in my phone browser. I CANNOT BRING MYSELF TO CLICK THE X ABOVE BABY DAMIAN.
It’s painfully adorable, but it’s a little sad, too. He’s already being trained in murder and brutality, and yet he’s still just a baby who loves his Mama and wants to know more about his father, who finds a costume hidden in a trunk and is eager to try it on like any other child his age would. He doesn’t understand its significance, doesn’t realize that the mantle of Batman will envelop his entire life just as surely as the cape engulfs him while he’s so tiny inside of it.
This is perhaps one of the only times the metaphorical burden of the cowl isn’t weighing on its wearer, and yet how heavy all that fabric must feel on Damian’s little shoulders.