[Dextera won't necessarily understand why a bit of surprise softens his face at the naming. D. Bird. Damian. Being Robin does mean quite a lot to him. It's fitting, without Dextera knowing.
Or maybe Dextera knows better than anyone.
Gently, he nods, politely accepting the privilege of being Named. Slowly, faintly, the hint of a smile curls the corners of his lips up. It's more of a smirk, but whatever, tak it or leave it. It's not something he does often in earnest.] Damian.
[He folds the D into his fingers, then pinches them by his lips like the beak of a bird. Tweet, tweet.]
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Or maybe Dextera knows better than anyone.
Gently, he nods, politely accepting the privilege of being Named. Slowly, faintly, the hint of a smile curls the corners of his lips up. It's more of a smirk, but whatever, tak it or leave it. It's not something he does often in earnest.] Damian.
[He folds the D into his fingers, then pinches them by his lips like the beak of a bird. Tweet, tweet.]