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

[supersweet]

Nope. Why, have you?

[ Jon doesn't feel like he's missed out there. He knew there were plenty of reasons why his father won't let Jon go to a county fair on his own. The desire to beat the rigged games, plus all the sounds and smells would be too much for someone still trying to control their powers.

He watches Damian struggle with the door, but for one, doesn't say anything until Damian asks for his help. With ease, he pulls on the handle and opens the door. ]

We're going in there? Why?

[bestrobin]

No. Just a festival around Gotham.

( He shrugged, stepping aside as Jon reached to pull on the handle and open the door. When they'd first met, the ease he managed the task would have bothered him. Now, he was as used to it as he was going to get.

Brushing past him, he stepped into the information booth, easily waving away a spiderweb in their path. )

Haven't you ever been exploring? ( The booth was small, but it had more than enough space for the two of them to move around. Damian turned his attention on container near the window at the front, sifting through the stack of fliers and maps inside of it. )

[supersweet]

It's a little hard to wander around when your dad is zeroed in on you at all times.

[ Some days, he can risk it but there's always a good chance Superman will notice and get mad. The rules are important. Jon gives everything a cursory glance. His senses will let him know if there's something or someone nearby. ]

Doesn't your dad do that too?

[bestrobin]

My father tries to be sure I stay out of trouble, but I've learned ways around it.

( And yeah, he gets in trouble for it sometimes. But he doesn't particularly care. That never stops him.

He continued sifting through the stack before pulling out one of the old fliers that seems to mostly be in tact, with colors that are noticeably distinguishable from one another and the text readable. )

Here. ( He opened the flier, handing one end of the large, unfolding paper to be sure they could both get a proper look at it. ) We have plenty to explore.

[supersweet]

[ Jon takes it curiously, brushing off the dust with a dubious expression on his face. He's gone exploring before, but usually he has some idea of what to look for. Not that he minds being Damian's backup, he just wished he had a better idea of what to do. He's not much of a detective. ]

Is there something we're looking for?

[bestrobin]

​( Damian turned to look at Jon, one dark brow arched as if the other boy had spoken in a language he'd never heard. It was Jon, he mused, the question shouldn't have come off as being that strange. )

Tt. Haven't you ever been exploring? (​ He sighed, telling himself not to put too much faith in a positive answer from the other boy. He probably hadn't. What was there to really even explore out on a farm, anyway? ) The point of exploring is to explore, Jon. You see what you can find, learn about your surroundings.

[supersweet]

All I'm learning is that everything's dusty.

[ To demonstrate, Jon runs a finger along the poster, scrunching up his nose. He rubs his fingers together before brushing it off on his clothes. ]

Besides, you bring me along to be like. The powers guy. I don't know anything about detecting things.

[bestrobin]

That's usually the case when places are abandoned, idiot.

( Damian rolled his eyes at the way Jon scrunched up his nose and rubbed the dust off on his clothing. If he was worried about a little dust, he'd never make it in a real fight, he mused. )

That's not the only reason I bring you. ( The powers helped. The fact that he provided some familiar company in an unfamiliar place was a bonus, too. But there was more to it than that. )

[supersweet]

[ Jon blinks, before grinning. ]

Yeah. I know.

[ Belatedly, he scans the room with his x-ray vision. ]

I thought Riverview was kind of new. Could a place like this really exist and be this old? Or did it come through the portal?

[ See, Jon can be smart too. ]