[True enough, Damian is on one of the docks by the harbor, seated with his laptop. It's out of the way, a sort of back-burner thing, and he's instead working on a dark stick.
It looks like one from the forest maybe, and he's stripping the bark away with a batarang. He doesn't look up until Izuku finally gets close, says hey.] Hey. [The stripping pauses.
He raises one eyebrow curiously.] You're not a shell anymore, I see. What was wrong with you?
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It looks like one from the forest maybe, and he's stripping the bark away with a batarang. He doesn't look up until Izuku finally gets close, says hey.] Hey. [The stripping pauses.
He raises one eyebrow curiously.] You're not a shell anymore, I see. What was wrong with you?