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[sonofab]

who: Damian and you!
what: Some TDM prompts and dream things.
when: Through the month of February
where: Out and about.
warnings: Warning for blood and murder. Damian has such nice dreams.


((ooc: Starts tba through the month of Feb. Hit me up on plurk @Starbound if you have any questions or ideas!))

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Dreams space. CW for murder, blood and scary imagery.

[sonofab]

The dream was starting normal enough, he was exploring the Crystal caves, only his father was there rather than his wayward brothers. Bruce lifted him up to get some Crystals off the cave wall when he’s lowered and looks over, it’s not his father standing behind him but his mother. Talia’s green eyes weren’t boring into him with their usual cold distance, but with warmth and kindness. She raised a hand, caressing Damian’s cheek, he couldn’t remember if she’d ever done this before. If she had the memory was so faint it might as well have been a dream.

“What have you found there, Damian?”

Damian looked down but there are no crystals in his hand, instead, his hands are smaller and a the is a hood over his head that is being slowly peeled back. It was a bat cow. Somehow draped over him. “Father!” He finally answered his mother, sounding pleased. ’Wait, where's father?’ He looks over and sees him standing in the doorway, he wanted to go over to him, but his mother was holding him back. Her arms seeming to snake around him, closing the cowl over his body. “Mothe--?” He stops when he sees a sword sudden pop out of his father’s chest. The man tries to make a sound but is muffled by his own blood filling his mouth.

“FATHER!” Damian tried to run to him, but his mother is holding him back, Damian only able to watch helplessly as his father fell limp to the grown, reveal Ra's behind him, flinging blood off his sword and started to drag his father’s body out of the room. Damian struggles harder as his mother holds him in place. “LET GO!” He screamed, trying to hit her, but his hits didn’t feel heavy enough. Too small. Too weak.

“You’ve grown soft, Damian. Such a waste.” She hisses at him as she starts to morph into something she always turns into in his nightmares.

[timmers]

It had been a good dream. He hadn’t had one of those in a long time.

Tim sat in the living room of the old brownstone they’d moved into; the last place his family had lived. He was the gamemaster and everything on the table was his domain. He could see his father and Dana, comfortably chatting in the kitchen, and his friends, old and new gathered around a round table that was far too large to fit- not that it mattered. Kon and Cassie were floating, stars hovering around them, Bart was perched on a dragon’s snout, pushed through the window. Ives was healthy, draped in a sorceror’s robes.

There was pizza from the place that used to be two blocks away, more boxes than even A group of hungry metas could finish, and everyone was in high spirits.

Then Tim looked up and where the door had been that led to to the spare guest room, he saw a cave. He remembered that cave. He’d gone to map it out. And then he saw Bruce. Not the dark spectre that Batman donned, but the man who had grown to be a father. He was happy. He was holding Damian, who looked very small indeed next to his father. They were talking, but he couldn’t hear it.

The blue glow of the cave was an outlier, a strange chill inimical to the sunshine hearthfire cheer of his own dream. And yet— no, Damian was screaming.

Tim got up and passed through that door. Like entering water, he dove into it, and looked up just in time to hear Talia hiss, transforming into a monster. Tim ran towards them, throwing his heavy lorebook at the vision as he rolled into a kick, hoping to dislodge Damian from her arms.

[sonofab]

Damian's mother bared down on him but then stopped when a large book slammed the side of her face. Taking her attention off him and loosening her grip enough for Damian to kick himself out of her hold. She screams at the intruder and starts to charge him.

"Drake!?" He called out in a mix of surprise and fear. Drake was alive? He shakes his head, breaking out of his stopper when he realized, he was just rescued by a book. He was not some pitiful simpering child! He glared at his hands only they weren't small anymore. They were in Robin gauntlets, that's right. He wasn't a child, he was Robin. His potential was not a waste, it was just now aimed at something more. Something worthwhile, saving people instead of trying to rule them or hurt them.

Pulling out a grapple he shoots at his mother, the ropes snaring around her and allowing him to hold her in place this time. Just in time and inches away from Drake. You're not dying on him again, Tim Drake.

[timmers]

Tim hadn’t actually expected the book to work, somehow, but he wasnt complaining. Except for the ten-ton Talia running at him. Tim leapt back, rolling out of the way, before ralizing she had been stopped, straining against the steel cable of a grapple. That was impossible in the real world. It was a good thing they weren’t in the real world, then, wasn’t it? Out of the corner of his eyes he could see Damian grown taller, dressed in Robin reds. That was right. Robin was many things but at the heart, Robin was the steel in their spines, their armor and their weapon.

Tim blinked and his bo was back in his hands. “She isn’t real! You don’t have to listen to her- she doesn’t exist. Let her disappear!”

[sonofab]

Damian grit his teeth pulling with all his might to make the impossible work and well it was working! He wasn’t really thinking logical, all he knew is that he was angry and much like when he had Kryptonian strength post-death, he didn’t really think about what he was doing, he just did them. She screamed, thrashing, Damian hears Drake shouting something at him, but it’s mostly muddled by his mother’s shouts.

’Let her disappear!’

He caught the last on Drake’s shout. She turns to him but rather than fear he shook his head. “I...” The Al Ghul's always wanted him to make a choice between his two families. He was raised to be a loyal soldier, but Damian was willful, they tried to brainwash him, show him the way of the demon was the only way.

But it wasn’t a matter of choice. He made his choice. He chose Robin. His Father. Gotham. He wanted to be better, but the Al Ghul was always there. Like a black mark on his life, he’d never truly be rid of them, but they didn’t run his life anymore. The Talia started to charge towards him, slacking the rope and making him stumble back into the wall.

’Let her disappear!’ ‘Let her disappear!’ ‘Let her disappear!’

The teen held his ground, hearing Drake’s words repeat in his head. He glances for a moment at the other teen still shouting at him. “Just disappear!” He closes his eyes as she runs into him, disappearing in a mist.

[supersweet]

[ Oh. Jon had some idea of what Damian's life was like before. He had never asked and honestly, he never planned to. What Damian did long ago, he had moved past it. And Jon trusted him. Damian was his partner. If it was important, Damian would let him know. That rock-solid foundation of trust won't be shaken. ]

Damian, you gotta wake up. This is a dream.

[sonofab]

[He never wanted Jon to know the true horrors he performed under the Al Ghul because even if he trusted the boy with his life, he didn't have faith their friendship could survive such a blow. Jon was a good thing. A great addition in his life. Made him think and act in ways he never thought he was capable of. Good things in Damian's life were rare and when he found one, he often didn't know what to do with it, but one would face hell itself if they tried to take it from him.

'Damian, you gotta wake up. This is a dream.'

He hears the familiar voice as if coming through water. "Jon?!" He says in the dream, a small whine slipping out of his throat where his body laid on the bed.]

[supersweet]

[ With trepidation and concern, Jon slowly comes closer, keeping his eye on Talia. He remembers that Damian didn't have a good relationship with his mother. They hadn't gone into detail about that, but now he's starting to see why. Did Talia have something to do with Damian's upbringing? . . . And his death?

Either way, none of those questions were his problem right now. ]

Yeah, it's me. You're dreaming.

[sonofab]

[His gaze finally breaks off his mother's face and meet Jon's eyes. That look of worry and fear, Jon was scared, hell Damian was scared but that wasn't important because ever since he came here about found Jon alone. Found out he was one of the people to leave him here. Damian promised to take care of him. Jon shouldn't be here, not near Mother. Not near the Al Ghul.

Never.]

I'm dreaming... She's not real... [He mimics Jon's words, keeping his gaze on his friend even as mother squeezed, trying to crush him.]

She's not real. She's not real. [She hisses, starting to crack and in an act of desperation she swipes at Jon.]

STOP IT! [Damian shouts and she fades into mist before her hand could connect with Jon.]

Markets

[sonofab]

A. [Exploring the shops, his attention was grabbed when he happened upon a music store. Music was another talent he kind of let fall by the wayside. He wasn’t as fond of it as art, but it had been relaxing.

He walks into the store, looking over some of the instruments. There is a violin on display and the store clerk is actually kind enough to let Damian hold it. Likely trying to get a sale out of him. He decides to humor the owner, tucking the violin under his chin and softly starting to play. It was oddly soothing to play without an instructor staring him down or barking at him to play faster or slower.]

B. [There was a market here and Damian would like to find some plantable seeds...but well, he never was one for gardening. Where do you even start? With seeds of course... These seeds were strange though. Which were foods and which were just plant-life?]

C. Wild card ((Have an idea for the shop district? Hit me up!))

Markets c. -ish

[likeacoupon]

[Willa is making her way through the markets at a lazy pace. She's trying to get a feel for the city and it's inhabitance, find out what works and what doesn't. She has a few scams she's looking to run but she doesn't want to get in on the wrong side of the law when she doesn't know who all the players are. Pick-pocketing has given her decent success so far, so that's what she's sticking too for the moment.

She walks along and then alters her step at the last moment, running into a man who looks older and like he's wearing rich clothes. Her fingers are quick, slipping into his pockets and grabbing his wallet before the man even knew what was going on. She recoiled from the hit and glared at the man.]

Hey, watch where you're going. [He grumbles and turns to leave as Willa makes her great escape. She doesn't realize that she has an audience of a snot-nose kid in a hoodie.]

[sonofab]

[It was a small slip of the hand, easy to miss for the untrained eye and really he might've not have noticed it if it wasn’t such a rare thing for a pickpocket to be lurking in the usually peaceful streets of River view.

He doesn’t approach her at first. He let her do it again, not no one seemed to stop her or notice. He might’ve been happy to see some crime in this city that seemed to overflow with heroes, but then he realized how much of a testament to this place’s shoddy security and these people's far too comfortable mindsets if something as mundane as a pickpocket could slip through like this!

She seems to be getting away with it for sometime before he finally steps in. Seeming to appear out of thin air standing in front of her.]

You’ve gotten away with that an alarming amount of times.

[likeacoupon]

[Willa feels her heart jump in her chest as the young boy appears in front of her.]

Gotten away with what exactly? [It's a perfect lie though Willa is sure that she's caught. She wants to know how much this kid has actually seen and if he's planning to tell any of the adults around them about it. He doesn't look like much himself but Willa isn't about to lower her guard.

So far, the people here were weird and she's expecting more of that weirdness to arise.]

[sonofab]

[So she wanted to play that game. He rolls his eyes. Very well, no one ever wanted to admit their flaws. He certainly wouldn't ...if he had any of course. Besides his height.]

Pickpocketing. Your technique is effective but hardly seamless. The lack of security in this place is appalling.

[The girl didn't look poverty stricken. So what's your deal, Thief?!]

Tell me your end goal with that money or I'll report you. [He doesn't sound very interested but also doesn't look like he plans to let up.]

A

[bunnyhopped]

[ Hana is simply out and about on the town enjoying a long walk with her shiba inu while she picks a few things up for dinner; it's mere coincidence that brings her past the music store that Damian is in, and equally fortuitous that Hana just happens to be glancing into the window when Damian takes the violin up and starts to play. She pauses for a second and peers in some more to make sure that it really is who she thinks it is before she walks over to the door and makes her entrance.

The shopkeepers don't mind Pacchan - because how could they kick a cute girl with an even cuter dog out, really?

She's not so disruptive as she approaches Damian, though. Rather, she'll just walk over and watch him and wait for him to finish his piece with a smile on her face. Pacchan, meanwhile, sits at her human's feet, tail wagging and head tilting from one side and then the other at this strange instrument! ]

[sonofab]

[The small teen looks lost in the music, remembering the cords, strokes and proper finger placement. It was surprisingly automatic for him. He didn't notice his audience until he turned, his eyes fall on Hana, giving him slight pause in his playing. Well, he hadn’t expected to see her here. He was going to stop playing but then the small puppy at her feet let out a yip. Clearly she did not wish to see the show end...and who was he to deny such a sweet request for the show to go on? He nods to the pup and plays a softer tune to save the pups ears.

Excuse him Hana while he just plays a sweet serenade for your pup.]

[bunnyhopped]

[ Pacchan indeed whines when Damian abruptly stops playing, a concerned look on her face - but sits back down and listens curiously when he continues. Eventually, she relaxes and even lies down with her tummy on the floor.

Hana, meanwhile, will just fold her arms and watch Damian intently as well, and with a smile on her face. She hasn't gotten to see this side of the little guy! ]

[sonofab]

[It's not really a side he gets to display often and when he did it was usually in the privacy of his room. He...never had an audience beside a very strict instructor before, not that he wasn't one to perform well under pressure. This was just a different kind of pressure.

He opens his eyes and sees the pup laying down and watching him intently. Well, that is just unfairly cute, his normally schooled feature might've just let a smile slip at the sight before he just simply has to look away! Eyes moving to Hana. She was smiling, well that was a nice change from the judgmental looks or barked instructions that usually made playing an instrument so unenjoyable. The teen's eyes slip shut once more as he brings the piece to a close.]

A (I'M SORRY I'M SO LATE)

[sweetlies]

[Ciel has spent quite a bit of time in the music shop since he found it, actually. He's even bought his own violin here, after being extremely particular and Undertaker's encouragement.

He stops in once in awhile down to admire other pieces, sometimes picks up new music, but also listens as other people try the instruments. Chopin is familiar enough to get Ciel's attention and he stops to glance at the performer.

Oh-]

It needs tuned, I think. [The other teen says it lightly.] I've seen a few people try that one before but I don't believe they make any adjustments after.

It's perfectly fine! Was on hiatus all this time so it was nice welcome back!

[sonofab]

[Shopping wasn't really one of Damian's past times. Well, perhaps a little if it were a shop for weapons or... video games.

This place though just has him doing all sort of things he wasn't used to. Mundane things, normal things, quiet kind of living things... and Damian never had a quiet life.

A quiet frustrated growl slipped past his lips because something was off and it wasn't just this quiet life. 'Needs tuned, I think.' He hears behind him and looks over.

???

That face looks familiar. Where has he seen him before? Oh, right, when Todd forced them to that party. The other teen had looked as displeased to be there as him. He could appreciate that. Though he got wrapped up in trying to escape and then Drake and that girl that made him dance and--

...He really hated this place sometimes.]

Is that a criticism or sincere advise? [He does lower the instrument to check the strings regardless.]

yay! welcome back!

[sweetlies]

[That's alright, Ciel isn't too good at it himself. It's been an adjustment since arriving, since his servants had done all the necessary shopping in England.

By which, of course, that meant Sebastian did the shopping because no one but he and Tanaka could be trusted not to destroy anything.]

Sincere advice, of course. [A little smile. For other people, he might have just left them go.]

I bought a violin of my own here not long ago.

Exploring

[sonofab]

A. [His next stop was the wall of course. He was told repeatedly that beyond the laser wall was dangerous to explore alone. But how bad could it really be? There was a waterfall, he knew that much from his spar with Ivar. Large alien animals? That didn't sound as terrifying to him as it would to others. If anything that just appealed to him more and he always relished a challenge. What can he say? Plain civilian life got dull. Damian was looking for a way around or through it.

What was really hiding out there? He wanted to know. Perhaps even get a new pet. Annie was pretty lonely... or at least he's convince himself she was.]

B. [He takes to the night sky, doing aerial flips with Todd’s stolen grapple and skidding to a halt on rooftops. You might catch a glimpse of a small figure clad in black, jumping over roofs and climbing fire escapes. If you happen to catch the fleeting figure, he’ll be in a black hoodie and a green domino mask.

Old habits are really hard to overcome.]

C. wild card ((Any exploring ideas? Hit me up!))

B.

[bluechampion]

[Link was restless tonight, and he was up and moving around the rooftops of the city as well. He took to the tallest buildings he could get to the top of and used his Sheikah Slate to look over the city. There wasn't a whole lot to look at, as the city was generally a peaceful place, but it was good practice to glide from building to building.

While looking for where to glide to next, he spotted a figure running along roofs and jumping from one to another. Curious, Link chose this to be his next target to glide to. He put his Slate back on his hip and leaped from his position, and glided towards the dark, agile shadow.]

[sonofab]

[Damian rolls into a landing, smirking at his own excellent form! When he picks up a sound. Sensative hearing thanks to the Al Ghul medical labs and intense assassin training. He canted his head catching a glimpse of something flying after him as he ran.

'Was he being hunted? He didn't think creatures could get past the fence. Perhaps another vigilante? Heroes of all kinds were running rampant in this city.' He continues moving, slipping into the shadows and trying to see if he could lose his hunter.

If you wanted to play catch? Let's play!]

[bluechampion]

[Link sees the shadow dart off before he gets a chance to land. It seemed he had been spotted, but then, Link wasn't really attempting to be very sneaky. Intrigued even further by the response to his presence, Link keeps and eye on it and makes chase, lamenting the fact that he wasn't wearing his Sheikah armor. It would have made at a little easier to keep up.

However, Link was an experienced hunter, though he had to admit that his quarry had never been a person before. For now, he was able to keep up.]