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 )

Comments

[bestrobin]

( Damian stood still, watching Jason as he spoke and then put his face into his palm. Eyes narrowing, he felt a small spike of irritation under his skin. He wanted Jason to take him seriously here, and his lack of a real response was annoying. )

I'll hold onto this for a while.

( He decided, turning swiftly and heading towards a nearby window. He wasted no time getting it open, and Jason had a very small gap of time to try and stop Damian before he was climbing out of it. )

[hititwithacrowbar]

[ Jason's attempt to pretend to be normal was abandoned when he saw Damian run for the window, he threw his drink, which he would have to clean up later, and started to run after Damian. ]

You little son of a bitch! Not this time!

[ He tried to beat Damian to the window, but the kid had a head start, but Jason had long legs and fury behind them. He reached out in hopes of catching the youngest before he could get through.]

[bestrobin]

( The sound of Jason's drink hitting the ground was decidedly satisfying, and he felt his lips curve slightly in a small smirk as he slipped out of the window.

By the time Jason's hand reached out for him, Damian was already out of the window. He didn't waste any time dropping from the window ledge down to the one below it and then yet another one as soon as he was able to get a handhold. )

Yes, this time.

( Damian called up at the former Robin, continuing his drop until he was low enough to drop fully to the ground without injuring himself. As soon as he was, he let go, dropped to his feet and landed quietly on his feet. He spared Jason one quick, satisfied look before he was sprinting away. The look he'd given the other clearly said catch me if you can. )

[hititwithacrowbar]

[ Jason knew that short of jumping out the window he wasn't catching Damian without a bit of work, and since he didnt have any of his gear on it would not be as easy if he lost his holding. He was glaring when Damian looked up, flipping a single finger up at the blood son of Wayne. Reaching up he scratched his hair, then leaned back in the window slamming it closed and locking it.

He wasn't going to chase after Damian. Instead he moved to his trunk to make sure nothing else was gone.]

[bestrobin]

( A smirk flashed across Damian's expression when he caught sight of Jason's response to his escape. The sound of the window slamming closed and locking was distant, and it was proof Jason had no intention of following.

Satisfied, he continued to his own hiding place to stash Jason's helmet. )