wanted: demon brat

[bestrobin]

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 batbrain )

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[otherflash]

[ Wally is on a patrol of his own when he catches sight of a caped figure perched on a rooftop and decides to zip up the side of the building to see if it's anyone he knows since he's a curious sort of guy.

It's about time for a break anyway as his night has been rather uneventful up to this point.

He makes sure not to get too close when he realizes the individual in question is Damian of all people since he isn't sure how the boy would react to being startled by someone from behind; though he wouldn't be surprised to find out his presence is already known despite the son of Batman never taking his eyes off the city below. ]

How's it looking down there?

[bestrobin]

( Most nights here were uneventful, Damian had learned very quickly. It was frustrating, and unsurprisingly, he was eager for some kind of excitement or a threat. To hit something.

He'd spotted Wally ever now and again since he'd been here, just a flash of color every now and again. Tonight, though, he heard him before he saw him.

His heard turned slightly at the sound of someone moving behind him - a faint hint of movement someone else might have missed. He waited to see if they moved any further, decided against calling their attention to his own awareness. But then he heard the other speak and he felt any tension there might have been in his body relax quickly. )

Tt. Boring. Just like every night.

[otherflash]

[ Damian's acknowledgment of him is all Wally needs to take the few steps forward so he's standing beside the latest Robin. ]

Most places are boring compared to Gotham. [ A sigh escapes his lips. ] And this place is boring compared to those places so far.

[ Though things do have a tendency to get a little less boring outside the walls. ]

Besides the boredom, have things been going okay? I know it's taken me some time to adjust.

[ He doesn't really expect Damian to share if something was actually bothering him. Still, Damian is a thirteen year-old stuck in some other universe and dealing with things that would leave Wally himself a bit unsettled. He had to at least ask the question. ]

[bestrobin]

( Damian sighed back at the older boy as he spoke, knowing the truth behind his words. No place would ever be Gotham, but even this place was distinctly uneventful. For anyone else, it might have been a welcome change, but for Damian, it was bordering on maddening. )

It isn't so bad, outside the walls. ( He noted as if reading Wally's thoughts. He'd gone on a mission with a few people before, and he was much more fulfilling than anything he'd done inside the walls.

He shifted to sit on the ledge comfortably before patting the spot beside him expectantly. It was more an order than a request, something he tried to convey by looking up at Wally expectantly. )

They're fine. Richard and Jon are here. ( Among others, he was sure Wally knew. But those were the ones that were important to Damian. )