riverviewlogs | wanted: demon brat

who: Damian Wayne (or Robin) and YOU (plus others)
what: Everything; kid lessons, patrols, sparring, robins being robins, etc.
when: Various times over June and July
where: All over the place
warnings: Robin angst, violence, demon brats, cussing, etc.

[ open ] patrol with robin
( If you've paid any attention to the rooftops, tall trees, or even various places in the abandoned city, you've surely caught a shadow out of the corner of your eye. You've probably had a feeling of being watched or like someone is following you. Some of you might have even caught sight of a black and gold cape. If you decide to follow him, it won't be an easy task.

Robin is fast and light on his feet - springing and flipping from one place to another before you can get a good look at him. You might find him perched somewhere watching every now and again, and if you're in trouble for any reason, he isn't far. Regardless, he isn't doing any harm for now. He's watching, mostly.

If you decide to pursue him, tread with caution. If he feels threatened or you follow too closely, you're likely to get a kick to the face or tackled to the ground. )

[ open ] art inspiration
( Up by the river, Damian can be found fairly often in the same place. He's folded neatly on top of a rock overlooking the waterfall.

He sits quietly, legs folded neatly under him and a sketch book spread across his lap. There are a pair earbuds stuck in his ears, the wire leading down to a small music player tucked into the pocket of a hoodie that is a bit too large for him. He's mostly still besides the movement of his arms, the occasional shift of his head as he draws. Every so often, he'll look up at the sound of something unusual or pause at the sight of someone approaching.

If you can get close enough (good luck), you'll notice that he's drawing a dog that looks to be a great dane mix. He's careful and precise in the strokes of his pencil, beginning to shade the animal's ears. )

[ for jon ] exploring the abandoned city
( Of all the places Damian wanted to explore, the Abandoned City had been the first stop on his list. They'd come through the area a couple of times now, but this was their first time at the old amusement park.

Pushing down his hood, Damian turned to glance over his shoulder at Jon, arching a brow behind his domino. ) You aren't scared, are you? ( He questioned carefully, turning slightly to watch Jon. The younger boy was a fair distance behind him, and with the darkness that blanketed the park, casting wicked shadows around them, a part of him was convinced Jon might have preferred to come at a later time. )

[ for ivar ] viking vs assassin
( As discussed, Damian had woken up early and headed up to the clearing near the waterfall. It was still dark by the time he'd gotten ready and set out, and he was certain he would arrive well before they'd agreed upon.

When he reached the clearing, he took his time stretching out. He closed his eyes, breathed deep, and let his body fall into the familiar pattern of what he'd to loosen up his limbs. Every movement was quiet and controlled, steadily warming his muscles up to a point where he was ready to engage in whatever challenge Ivar might pose. Whenever the other boy arrived, he'd find Damian in a series of moves - leaping or flipping between larger rocks or balancing on his hands. )

[ for dick ] robin vs robin
( Discovering the Richard Grayson of this world was someone younger than the one he'd originally met had been a jarring revelation that left him feeling on edge and... somehow detached from the world. In the three years he'd spent away from his mother and under the Robin mantle, Richard had been the one to help him overcome so many hurdles that knowing the bond they formed was gone made a part of him wonder if he'd backtrack in some way. Without his father or now Richard to remind him of how far he'd come from the future Demon's Head to Robin, a part of him wasn't sure he'd be able to stop that urge that told him violence was a perfectly acceptable solution. That going that extra inch between subduing and killing would become too easy.

Sparring with Richard felt like it would be a good outlet for those worries or the usual lingering urges that he was sure would never leave him. Stretching his arms over his head, he narrowed his eyes carefully at the older man. ) Don't hold back. ( He warned as he lowered his arms in favor of rolling one shoulder back and then the other. ) I'll know. ( He added, stepping forward across the mats and towards Richard. )

[ for jason ] crowbar party
( After their... unusually affectionate reunion, Damian had made a point to keep a fair distance away from Jason. They had never been close to begin with, and truthfully, most of the times they were in each other's company tended to end in some bickering. Something a bit of violence. Still, he'd kept an eye on him from a distance. He was certain Jason was more than aware of that, but a part of him wanted to prove to Jason that despite his moment of weakness following his arrival and their subtle awareness of one another, he was still a better Robin than he'd ever been.

Jason had stepped out of the room for, perhaps, a moment or two. When he returned, he would find Damian standing at the far end of the room. Under his arm, there was a familiar red helmet neatly tucked. He arched a brow at Jason, silently challenging him. Do you want it back? The look said. )

[ for ciel ] technology 101
( Despite having shown Ciel how to make a cup of tea on his own, Damian had lured the other boy out to a tea shop a few days later. They were sitting side by side, a tablet settled neatly on the table and straddled by a cup of steaming tea on either side. )

Turn it on. ( He ordered simply, reaching to pull his own saucer and cup towards him. He picked it up quietly, held it with a natural ease in one hand as he hooked a finger through the handle of the other. Lifting it to his lips, he blew softly on the dark liquid, waiting for Ciel to do as he'd shown him earlier. )

( ooc Can do prose or action;brackets! If you want a specific setting with Damian or have any questions, let me know! PM me here or pp at

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[ It's time to admit it, at least to himself, that he's been handling Damian with kid gloves. Keeping him at arm's length, for fear of disrupting what they already have going here. The fragile balance of trust they have to work with. For fear of letting down Bruce's son. Letting down Bruce.

But Damian is himself. A child who needs more attention than Dick's been giving him. Who deserves better care than that whatever that hack of a case worker has to offer. He deserves a friend who understands him. Who cares enough to try to understand. Dick knows no better way to get there than to hit the mats, one-on-on. ]

No rules, no takebacks. [ Though his grin is all mischief; broad and unguarded. This is about fun, as much as it's work. ] You're calling the shots, boy wonder.

[ He has a lot to worry about with Damian, but all of it is external, when it comes down to it. All things tied to other people. There's an ease to actually being in the room with Damian, a sense he has about him that he can't help but be drawn in by. He likes this kid. ]

( The lightness of Richard's words, the openness of his expression - they were all things that reminded Damian of what they had back in his own time. It made something in his chest ache for the familiar smiles, the enthusiastic and affection greetings. Even their hugs.

For a few seconds, those memories lingered just behind his eyes, and it took everything he had not to let them pull him into his own thoughts and shut Richard out entirely. Instead, he closed his eyes and rolled his head to loosen up his neck. )

Like I said. Don't hold back.

( Without another word, Damian sank down into a crouch before he sprang - sending him flipping a few paces back and away from Richard despite the steps he'd taken to close the distance between them a moment ago. He landed quietly, light on his feet, and there was barely a second before he was moving again. This time, he jumped to one side, barely letting his foot touch the soft, padded edge of a piece of equipment to spring towards Richard. If he made contact, the intent was to get a hold on Richard, take him to the ground and try to minimize any struggle. )

[ The kid's fast alright. He'd promised not to hold back; he doesn't intend to hold back, if only because a big part of the goal here is to prove to Damian that he'll keep his word. That there's nothing to prove here, with him.

Dick pivots when he does, light on his feet. Tries not to make it obvious how closely he's watching. Reading him. He needs to grasp more than the outlines of his style if he's going to be able to protect him in the field. He needs to know the why behind how he fights. ]

You trust me or not? [ It's halfway a challenge, but he finds himself still smiling. He grabs for Damian's outstretched foot, intending to shift that forward momentum down towards the mat. ]

That depends.

( There was a lightness to his words, not quite a joke or teasing, but enough to say that he didn't not trust Richard.

He caught sight of that continued smile, and when Dick grabbed his foot, Damian let the man shift him and his weight down towards the mat. He shifted as his body was brought downward, and he drew his other leg up towards his chest before sending it outward, heel aimed towards Richard's chest as if intending to mostly catch him off guard enough to free his foot or drive him back enough to make him let go naturally. Whichever worked if he could land the blow. )

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