❝ the apocalypse is cancelled until I say so . ❞
a literate and flexible approach to the character of damian wayne / robin from detective comics with history spanning back to 2017 .
from @OfBatBlood to @batgenetics
@tidalspeed “. . . good to see you. “
and then he headed right past impulse for the door. giving the finger a disgusted look for even being here.
“i’m not doing this tonight.”
he turned, giving her a final look. a look that simply read “i hate it here.”
what a terrible day.
@tidalspeed it was then he heard the slam of a tiny body hit the floor, and he turned with an almost exciting expression in his eyes beneath the mask.
an expression that quickly fell when he saw the colours on the costume and the bright orange hair.
I had that naive way of thinking before my partnership with Grayson. I’m no longer retribution. I’m Robin.
You would understand too had you a partnership like mine. Perhaps stop stealing tires.
Not a fan of heroic types is ironic.
I’d say if you weren’t so worried about everything we’d of cleaned Gotham easily.
You may murder, but you clean the streets do you not? I see a younger me in you.
What the hell is a Goku? I spend my time valuably training for world-ending threats.
You spend yours watching Japanese Cartoons at fourty years old and constantly dying.
Not liking friends isn’t an excuse to not have any. Even I have companions.
The power of anime? Seek God, I think that crowbar made you go insane again.
Robin liked when his father had Justice League business to attend to more then he would like to admit.
He relished in the silence, just him alone.
But what truly made the nights best were the visits Ace often gave him.
He wouldn’t admit it, but he was fond of that damned dog.
A nameless prince wasn't what he wanted to be, he was content with being robin —— a caped crusader, the boy wonder.
But those thoughts got to you in Gotham, the thought of flying solo as with his predecessors. Whatever the case was, he was sure it going to be a long night ahead.
Robin often spent chunks of his time watching over Gotham —— thinking about where he could've gone had he joined his mother when she asked him to.
it was one of those nights. Atop a gargoyle awaiting crime when the silence got to him, provoked him —— and he found himself lost.
Maybe it was the urge to fight back against your father that came with teenage angst, but he doubted it —— he didn't see himself as the type to feel that way, despite the numerous times he had fought his father.
In the league, would he be himself? Or just a nameless Prince.