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( After their last talk, Damian had spent some time trying to think of to be a friend.

It was hard.

He'd spent more time thinking about it than he probably should have. But he was certain he had an idea. )

Do you know how to play soccer?

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Yeah.

Do you?

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( Alright, so he hadn't anticipated it would be quite this hard to admit that Jon knew something he didn't.

It took a couple of minutes for Damian to be able to respond. )

No.

( The League of Assassins didn't exactly teach sports. And his father wasn't exactly the type to expose him to the typical activities of a child. )

Teach me.

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[ Jon's not terribly surprised Damian doesn't know anything about soccer. He's more surprised that Damian admitted it. And for that reason, he doesn't rib him hard. ]

Sure. When?

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( If Jon had said anything, Damian was sure he would abandon his endeavor of trying to make Jon feel better entirely.

His good will only extended so far. )

After school.

( Not that he actually goes to school. )

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I'll tell my dad and see you later!