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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.

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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!))

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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!))

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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.

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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.

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!”

[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.]

[ 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.

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.

[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.]

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[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.]

"Damian!" Tim started for him as Talia decided to switch targets. He struck her fleshy back with the staff, but it didn't seem to even register- dreams didn't know pain. He should have thought of that. Just like how fear sustained them.

He could make the staff, that meant this was their dream, not just Damian's. So he tried to visualize Talia disappearing, puffing into smoke- and Talia did. He had no idea if that was his work or- more likely- Damian's but for the moment, they were safe. He walked up to Damian to check on him, but he didn't seem any worse for the wear. Much better than what he'd walked in on, at least. "Hey. You okay?"

Their surroundings were starting to dissolve, the blue glow dissipating into the gray darkness and chittering bats of the Batcave. The familiar giant penny and the tyranosarus rex still sat under still yellow spotlights, but the equipment was old, from his memories.

Damian slowly opened his eyes when nothing started ripping him into pieces. You have no idea how much of a relief that is. He lets out a breath he hadn't know he was holding. It takes him a moment to realize Drake was talking to him, the usual mix of cold and anger rose upon seeing him, but after all the just happened it was quickly snuffed out and he just nodded. "Yes, of course..."

He looked around as the cave seemed to settle into a new shape. A more familiar shape...yet not. This tech was outdated and where was Batcow's stable? "This your world's cave?" He asked, not sure he cared for it. "It needs an upgrade." He lowered his hood.

"What just happen--Father!" The cave shook, threatening to morph again when a spike of dread shot through Damian's heart.

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[ 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.

"Sort of. It's from back when... a little after I started." Tim shook his head a bit. "The computers are ancient, even for me." Not that it hadn't been cutting edge at the time- the technological boom just hadn't really taken off as much yet.

Tim blinked as the edges blurred. "What- Bruce is fine." By some definitions of 'fine', anyway. He really hoped someone found the data he left back home and brought Bruce back. Preferably not R'as. The thought of the old coot summoned a shadow. Tim closed his eyes, scowling, and banished it.

"It wasn't really him. Just like... that wasn't your mother," he said, keeping his voice that even-neutral tone he tended to use to calm victims down. He wasn't sure why he'd felt compelled to come here- but Damian was clearly as much of catalyst as he was, moving through this soupy dreamscape like a boat lost at sea. Cogito ergo sum. Right here, right now, they were both real. Or real enough.

He reached out to touch Damian's shoulder, tentative and braced for reprisal. It was... it was what Dick would've done. He told himself that.

The room seemed to settle when Drake touched him, his body giving a flick though, still feeling so raw and exposed.He looked at him almost feeling like he couldn't recognize what he was looking at. Not that Drake hadn't been in his dreams before, in fact, it became more common ever since his death, it was just... never like this. No sneers or judging looks, which considering what was just here, had been fully expected.

'Wait, father is fine? Yes and mother...' The woman was a monster but never a literal beast. He shakes his head, the dreamscape starting to crack around them. "He's okay..." Damian repeats. “But, you, your not... you died. Long before this, you died...” This in the area started go gray and a feeling of melancholy weighed on them. “You went on a mission and... didn't come back. You were just... gone.” A light drizzle of rain started dripping in the cave.

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[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.

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[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!]

[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.]

[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.]

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[At least this one was providing a challenge! Wow, you never caught him that time! Damian smirked as he effortlessly flipped off a roof to escape an attempted grab, seeming to make a death drop only to catch himself at the last second on a grapple, swinging to a fire escape. He looks over at his hunter and does a mock salute.]

Not giving up already, are you? [He chuckles and starts to climb up the fire escape he landed on.]

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[ Jon flinches, covering his face before lowering his arms as she disappears. Whew. He was not keen to know if dreams could hurt him. ]

Damian? You okay?

[Damian fell to the floor, his body has changed back to a teenager and he glances around for any signs of his mother or ...] Father...? No, that--that, wasn't real either, right?

[He says to Jon almost desperately, trying to regain his composure even if his voice has a small trimmer.]

No. None of it was. Your dad's okay, Damian.

[ He reaches out to grasp his shoulder, trying to smile valiantly. ]

Everything's okay.

[Link might have been a knight, but he was also just a kid of 17 ~~if you don't count the 100 years he was in a deep sleep~~. While Link's mind was mostly focused on business, this little game of cat and mouse was allowing him to bring out his more childish attitude.

His quarry was more agile than he was. Whoever this person was, they were very skilled with their grappling hook which allowed them to make sudden turns. Link was pretty nimble himself, but he wasn't able to move or change his direction nearly as quickly while gliding on his paraglider. Still, the buildings were close enough together that he could run and jump from roof to roof. most of the time.]

Not a chance.

[Link takes a running jump and lands on the roof of the building the fire escape is on. He looks down over the edge and leaps off, pulling out his glider and letting himself gently fall towards his chase.]

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

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